Chapter 9
The three walk back towards the central plaza at Union Station.
Lady Truth looks at the Zombie Master with a distrustful glance and asks him again. “How did you track us? Did someone see us leaving?”
The Zombie Master considers the request and then decides to answer her.
“I can smell you,” he says. “Braiiiiins give off a very strong odor to a zombie. That’s how we find people when they’re hiding. And your brains were stinky with stress and fear. That’s like deep-fried beer-battered gravy to a zombie.”
He wipes away the drool coming out of his mouth with a nonchalant movement of his hand.
“They make great trackers for the police and the military,” Dr. Justice says. “We used to use Steve here back when I worked for the government.”
“And that’s why I knew you weren’t the killers,” ZM says. “This guy is on the side of right. Always. And as soon as I smelled that familiar delicious brain, I knew he was chasing the bad guys.”
“If you know we’re chasing the bad guys, then let us keep going,” Lady Truth interjects. “Don’t take us downtown. We’ll lose Nash forever.”
“No can do, little lady,” ZM says. “I’m a cop and it’s the job. Leave the crimes to the real pros.”
“Fuck you,” Dr. Justice says.
The three walk back through the archway into the central plaza and as they reach the center of the plaza a faint whistling sound comes from above.
A shuriken plants itself firmly into the Zombie Master’s head and he drops to the ground, twitching.
Lady Truth shouts, “We’re surrounded. Slash is everywhere!”
The red clad ninjas make their presence known as they leap down from the upper floor surrounding the central plaza.
Twenty Slash Ninjas form a ring around the two heroes and the Zombie Master.
Forty practiced hands flick their wrists sending shuriken flying at Lady Truth and Dr. Justice.
“Down!” the doctor shouts as he thrusts his right hand upward revealing his cellular steel robot arm.
In less than a tenth of a second, the hand flattens out and deforms forming a dome that covers the two. The shuriken bounce off and the dome retracts back into a hand.
As Dr. Justice’s hand returns to normal, Lady Truth, still on her knees, fires rapid blasts of light from her right palm, blasting holes through several ninjas.
The rest of the ninjas scream in defiance and move in for the kill.
Dr. Justice brings his hand up to eye level and extends out his fingers lancing five ninjas through the head. They drop to the floor, dead.
Lady Truth recovers her feet as the 10 little ninjas left reach the two superheroes. Her foot lashes out in a kick, catching one in the throat and sending him to the ground. She leaps on him crushing his throat and he dies in a gurgle of blood.
Behind her one of the nine remaining ninjas unsheathes his short sword and strikes at Lady Truth’s exposed neck. But Dr. Justice intercepts the stroke with his robot hand which he has formed into a shield.
As he pushes away the sword, he slams the edge of the shield up, nearly decapitating the ninja and sending a fountain of crimson blood across the increasingly gory tile floor.
“Bow, doctor,” Lady T shouts as she brings her arm cannon up, aiming for a cluster of ninjas who are hesitating to take on the vicious duo.
Obligingly, the doctor gives a deep bow, holding his shield hand out to keep any errant shuriken from stopping his partner as she unleashes a firestorm of laser blasts that kill seven more ninjas.
They explode like piñatas, but the prizes inside aren’t so sweet.
One little Red Ninja left. He stands all alone in the middle of the central plaza.
“Please don’t kill me,” he begs.
Dr. Justice looks at him with contempt and replies, “No Slash is a good Slash.”
The doctor’s hand lashes out and slams through the last ninja’s head. A fountain of blood shoots up and the headless body falls to the floor.
The two look around for anyone else who needs a good killing and then both breathe a simultaneous sigh of relief.
As they catch their breaths, the ninjas bodies begin to smoke and dissolve.
“Looks like Slash doesn’t want to leave any clues behind,” Lady Truth says.
Dr. Justice stoops down and plucks the shuriken from the Zombie Master’s forehead and the body begins to twitch.
“Let’s get out of here,” the doctor says. “He’ll fully re-animate in about 20 minutes and he’s going to need some braiiiiins.”
Chapter 10
The two leave the aging Union Station behind in the safety of another metro bus.
As the two begin to come down from their adrenaline filled evening, they start to droop against each other. That’s more action than either has seen in a long time.
“So, that was a trap wasn’t it?” Lady truth asks with her eyes half closed.
“Oh, yeah. They wanted us to find her body and find that locker. I think that’s obvious,” Dr. Justice says.
“Think Slash finally wants to get rid of us?” LT asks, jiggling in her seat as the bus hits a pothole.
“Probably,” Dr. J says with a resigned sigh.
Reaching into his scrubs pants pocket he pulls out the few papers that he found in the locker and shows them to Lady Truth.
There’s not much there. He passes over a couple of birth certificates, one for Valerie and one for Vicki. A Whore of the Year award for Nevada listing her as the top bottom bitch at Moneybags Fuckatorium in Harrumph, Nevada.
There’re also a few personal photos. One is of a little blonde haired girl with wide trusting eyes and a happy smile. Holding her is a thin, slightly balding man with a broad slightly brown face. His work shirt says Robert.
“He really looks like Rob Slash,” Dr. Justice says in a whisper. “I’d almost call them brothers. The man is definitely younger, but it’s like looking at a twin.”
“Where do we go now? Or do we just wait for him to attack us again?” Lady Truth says as she sits up straight and adjusts everything.
Dr. Justice looks down at the photos and birth certificates and sighs, “Actually, I think we’ve been invited to get our asses kicked. He could’ve had his ninjas clean out that locker before we got there, so I think he left that stuff for us to find.”
“So we’re just going to walk into that trap?” Lady T says with disbelief in her voice. “Isn’t that sort of stupid? I mean, I know we’re not the smartest superheroes, but we usually aren’t that stupid.”
“Yeah, but I don’t think he realizes that we’re not that stupid,” Dr. Justice says with a laugh. “We’ve got a date in Harrumph and I think it might be the only way we are going to catch up with this Nash clone.”
“Fine,” Lady Truth says with a pout. “But I want to go on record as saying I don’t like getting my ass kicked.”
“Noted,” Dr. Justice says with a smile. “Now we need some wheels, a new Justice mobile, and I know just where to go.”
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