Another day dawned in the life of our Superhero. Shero was actually excited about getting ready and going to the office. If nothing else, slipping on the sexy KAD—Kick Ass Dress, remember this—would cleanse him of the hideous vision of the man-suit nightmare.
Shero reported to HQ a tad on the early side so he could check out Fiend’s handiwork with his shoes. Shoes, of course, were one of the real four food groups.
Fiend’s office was a flurry of activity. Shero wasn’t sure what was happening, but the Psy-Witch was scrambling around as if it were buy-anything-get-anything-free day at Von Maur.
Shero tried to catch Fiend as she passed by carrying a handful of communicators. “What’s the dish, babe?”
“Can’t talk now, sexy. Your shoes are over on my desk. I think you’ll like what I did.” Fiend peeled out of the room.
Shero was left standing alone. He had no idea what was going on. Surely it wasn’t an operation. Had an operation been planned, Shero would have been informed and sent out. Curious, he pulled his communicator out of his purse to make sure it was on. Yep.
Shero stepped out of the office and was almost run down by Morpher, who was mid-change in going from his hobbit-like self to his overly-handsome public persona. He didn’t even bother to toss off an excuse me. That was way out of character. Morpher was usually a gentleman and, happily, treated Shero like a lady.
Something was definitely up, and the best way to find out what it was would be to hear it from the horse’s mouth—the horse, of course, being none other than Collision.
Super-heels in hand, Shero made his way to Collision’s office, which was alive with action. With Collision were Sinister, Devan Morgan, Tool, Sensei, and a newbie named Destiny—all the big guns. That instantly struck Shero as funky because normally he would attend a meeting of such magnitude, regardless of the issue at hand.
As soon as Shero stepped through the door, all eyes turned to him. An awkward silence blanketed the room. Shero stood rigid, staring at the group.
Collision finally broke the silence “We have everything under control, Chris.”
And he broke it with the name Chris. The name sent a cold chill across Shero’s bare arms. Chris. Something was not couture about the scene.
Shero shoved inside, tiptoeing around the issue “What’s going on? Why am I not involved here?”
“As I said, we have everything under control.” Collision’s voice was cold and pointed, as if saying, ‘Get your freaky ass out of my office.’
Shero decided that the wind needed a dose of caution. “If this is a tactical meeting, I have to be included, because I’m always one of the first heroes sent out.”
Collision stood but didn’t move from his position behind his desk. “We’re sending out Destiny. She needs the field experience.” Collision paused, his eyes growing small. “And you are to report to the training hall where Sensei will take you through some much-needed combat sims. That is all.” With that, Collision sat down.
Shero didn’t budge. Combat sims? Shero had shed the sims training bra years ago.
Collision looked up one more time. “I said, that is all, Shero.”
There were so many words that wanted to jettison themselves out of Shero’s mouth. Each one of those words would more than likely land Shero in contempt of some sort or other. But, oh, those words tasted good, and so badly did they want to splatter the walls of Collision’s office.
Instead, Shero took the ladylike road, turned on his three-inch heels, and made his way to the training hall as ordered. Shero was a lot of things; insubordinate was not one of them.
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