Rain. He checked the carousel. Martian Justice came out on the second Tuesday of the month, which was one week away. No new intel on The Kid in the Picture. No new intel on the UFB. The Siren Syndicate was avoiding him. In the city everyone was a fucking chemist. But the deal was made. And they were good for AXIS. No contact with Rock Hero. Maybe he was off chasing his dick. Starbuck’s. He opened the Post. Amateur superhero convicted of second degree murder. JKM. Killed a Darius Bryant. AXIS database tagged the victim as an OSD enforcer with the street name of Murder Mouse. It was a combo of ‘roid rage and gender confusion setting off a monster diesel to go Hulk on the wrong scumbag. At eleven The Carousel met Mayor Thorne at the KM Building. There was a conference room just for meetings with the mayor. “While we’re at it, cool it on the God stuff.” Thorne put up a hand. “You called me here to say that? I say what I want.” “60 Minutes made you look like a wacko. And it didn’t help the city’s image.”
