Speare stood in the hallway outside the mayor’s office. The power had been restored, but there was something brewing in the sky. He could not believe what had just been disclosed, more so that Sax would not have told him that he had known the dead girl. Although that could have been Speare’s bad as he was not one to flash around corpse pics.
Slick was standing on the other side of the door, she wore her holster like a gun slinger from the old west. The Slick family had a long history of being hired “help” Speare believed the accurate term was. This was one of the more legitimate ends of the business, that being body guard work.
“How long are the two fossils going to be yabbering?”
She glared at him, and let the sunglasses slide down granny style on to the bridge of her nose. “Show some respect man, those are two icons.”
“Two icons that may or may not be wrapped up in the murder of a young woman.”
Speare could’ve sworn her heard Slick laugh at this statement as the office door opened, another flash of lightning that lit up the entire floor. The Bionic Knight walked out, mumbled something about the mayor being an idiot that he thought was inaudible under his breath before vanishing in a flash.
Speare peaked in as John MacCurtis pulled on his charcoal gray trench coat. MacCurtis locked eyes on the detective. “Ready to go Junior?”
Speare burst out laughing. “Yea old man. Where the hell are we going?”
MacCurtis stepped out and made a hand signal for Slick to get the car. He looked at Speare, and then out the window as more thunder boomed, lightening flasehed, he swore he saw the outline of goats and a chariot in the sky. A low growl was heard by John. It was barely audible, but something vocalized into his brain. `want to come home.’
“No.” MacCurtis said out loud. Thor wanted back inside him, and the last time that happened, it had not ended well.
“Thor wants back, Speare, and I am not going back to that dark place.”
“Of Martyrs, those that give their lives for their faith?” Speare said.
“Correct. True patriots, who stand for Freedom and yes, some on the team lived up to that name.” John walked with Speare to the elevator and down to the underground parkade, outside the elevator in the parkade was the black sedan, John and Speare got in the back.
“John, you owe me some answers about what the hell I have found myself in the middle of.”
“I don’t know. Years back, when the world though the Bionic Knight was dead, I was taken over by an alien entity that transformed me into an old man.” John continued his story. “There was six children, adolescents about 16 years and older, that came into my care. Effect survivors, that if I had not taken them in would’ve wound up in jail or dead.”
Speare nodded as the story unfolded. “I used them as a means to continue the work Zed had with the Prophets, we were dubbed the Martyrs as a full next level. Those that could go forward and do things that the government or other heroes may not want to.”
“Kids? Seriously, you used kids?”
“Yes Speare, they were brave, like the original X-Men or Teen Titans, as they aged the entity’s control on me grew. We joined some peace keeping missions… the last one saw the entity exorcised from me, and a team member die. Returning home to the Bunker underneath Balzac we disbanded.”
“Died? So how long has Reesa truly been dead for?” Speare asked.
“Reesa’s death is new. On the Martyrs there was six- Grizz, who looked like a human hybrid with a grizzly bear, Malcolm an albino man monster; Daemon, Natan, Sax and Reesa. Grizz was the lad who died to ensure I was exorcised. The program was shut down. Everyone when their own way.”
John made some hand gestures to Slick, she nodded her head in the driver’s seat as the car left city limits and out towards a field between the city and Airdrie.
There was an old United Church that the car stopped in front of. John stepped out and motioned for both Slick and Speare to follow him. “I haven’t thought of this dark time in my life for a very long time, until of course Reesa came back a few months ago and somehow executed my family. Which I know in your mind Speare makes me suspect number one in her murder, but please, if I wanted her gone there would not be a body left.”
Speare could not argue with this logic, as John stepped behind the church sign and suddenly the parking lot opened up like hangar doors.
“Welcome to the Bunker.”