doing?"
Kickin’ ass,
the meta said.
So I see. The cops inside give you any trouble? Or our boy?
A grin of idiotic triumph crossed his face. "Yeah. Not for long. These powers freakin’ rock."
No doubt! Let me guess: superstrength and impenetrable skin?
Uh-huh. I can squash a man’s head like an egg.
Really? You tried that out?
The woman screamed again. The meta only chuckled.
So much for rehabilitation, Klaus lamented. This kid’s crossed the line.
Wow.
Klaus fished a business card out of his pocket and proffered it. My name’s Handsome Devil. You can call me Klaus.
The giant glanced at his outstretched hand and then plucked the card out of it. This little mess you made can be cleaned up with a few calls to the right people.
Who cares? I’m invincible now. I can do anything I want.
But won’t you get tired of constant fighting? What’s the point of scoring babes
-- he nodded at the woman in his grip -- if you can’t get a moment of quiet to enjoy the companionship?
The boy-giant furrowed his brow in exaggerated, oversized contemplation. "Yeah, yeah. I get that. But, dude, I mean, look at me! I used to be a skinny loser. Now I’m like a total metahuman hero."
Devil held up a finger. "Correction. Villain." He gestured at the plaza, taking care not to turn the giant too far around. In the distance, he saw Motu at the base of the crane, drawing concrete and sand onto himself. Shahkti scampered up the side like a spider, cutting cables with a discarded blowtorch.
That’s cool too. I ain’t scared of nothing.
Constant fighting? Remember? You want to live in a cave or something?
Oh, yeah. Well, too late now, right?
Not necessarily. As an Echo Mach, you would have cash in hand and babes in, er – in abundance. Watch this.
Klaus motioned for Einhorn to come over. She looked alarmed and
