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Summary of Events:
After sunset Spencer headed out in his suit to see what he could learn about the Billionaire Queen, and to try out the hang-glide feature on his cape. While gliding over an upper middle-class neighbourhood James detected armed men . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
He landed on a nearby roof lightly. “What are they carrying James?”
“Crowbars, hammers, and knives,” James replied. “They also have gloves and bags, suggesting they may be intent to rob the place.”
“James, I had that figured out from the moment you said crowbars,” he said.
“Oh,” James said.
He jumped lightly to the next roof. “James, where are they attempting to get into the house?”
“The living room window,” James replied.
“Which one?” he asked. “Living rooms have more than one window.”
“The one facing the road,” James replied.
“Right,” he said. “What house am I standing on?”
“One fourteen Glen Vale Crescent,” James replied.
He jumped across the space between the houses again and carefully crept around the place, looking. The low light was hampering his depth perception, but thankfully his eyepieces warned him that a portion of roof he espied was eight feet lower than that which he was standing on, thus he jumped lightly onto it instead of stepping onto it.
Creeping around on the lower portion of the roof, which mostly covered the garage, he spied the men, his eyepieces clarifying where they were located and defining how many of them there were.
As quietly as he could — and he didn’t feel like he was being very quiet at all seeing as these were asphalt shingles — he crouched, watching as they grabbed their crowbars and settled them into place to pry at the window.
Power surged through his muscles, pushing him off the roof and down to the front sidewalk. He was certain it was the rush of his cape trailing after him that got the attention of everyone.
Immediately all of the men turned and looked at him. He could tell from their body positions that they were startled and alarmed. In an instant they were all tripping over each other to get to their vehicles.
He seized one of them by the arm and dug his claw-tipped fingers into the man’s arm, eliciting a yelp. He threw the man down to the grass and placed his hand over the man’s throat as the man’s friends clambered into their cars and tore off.
“Don’t kill me, please,” the man begged, sounding on the verge of tears. “It wasn’t my idea.”
“Then don’t go along with it,” he whispered. “I catch you at this again and you’re behind bars.”
“I won’t, I swear!” the man pleaded. “Now let me go please!”
“One question,” he said, bringing his face closer to the man’s, causing the man to cower significantly. “As a robber, do you know anything of the Billionaire Queen?”
“I don’t know who she is,” the man replied. “But, but she, I saw her.”
“Where?” he asked, leaning in closer.
“At the clubs,” he replied. “You pick a club she’s been there except the Irish clubs.”
“Don’t forget what’ll happen if I catch you again,” he warned, releasing the man.
Immediately the man scrambled to his feet and raced off down the street on foot.
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