No Master Plan Here (Madness Runs in the Family) by Joel Burdick Page B
Authors: Joel Burdick
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goals were concerned, it was what he wanted. A world where intolerance didn’t exist, where people could be happy. Where nobody starved to death, beat their children, or hated people because they were different.
The assignment stopped being a pain. What had started as posing as a girlfriend to a shut in, geeky, elitist madman had turned into affection, and with that door opened, it stopped being an act when she held his hand, when they kissed.
And that made this all the more difficult.
Anansi was planning to kill people, and not just anyone. People that Denise was sworn to protect. And duty came before love. She repeated her oath in her mind. “Enemies, foreign and domestic,” it said, and Anansi had in one move become someone who could only be described as such. Yes, the people he was targeting were trying to impugn on the civil rights of somewhere in the realm of a hundred and fifty thousand people, but it was for the good of the other millions that were caught in the crossfire any time one super went toe to toe with another. It was for the good of the many that the few had to suffer. She had tried to convince him that killing them wasn't necessary.
“It has to start somewhere,” he had said, his eyes cold as he continued to plot the deaths of some of the highest men in the country.
“Are you sure?” said the voice on the other end. Her handler, Gareth Doyle. He wasn't a super, but as there was no branch for supers in the government, Denise worked for the FBI for now. “That is a serious shift from his normal tactics.”
“Positive. He is planning on setting explosives underneath the stage during the speech under the cover of invisibility. I'm supposed to help him get in and bring in the explosives.”
“Alright. Go along with the plan. We will have personnel waiting for him inside the ready room. Good work. Doyle out.”
The line went dead, and Denise let her arm drop. She told herself she was doing the right thing. It didn't make her feel any less like she was backstabbing someone she cared about.
-~-~-
March 4, 2014
Anansi approached the gate that Denise was guarding, wearing a black duster and carrying a backpack. The duster covered his gear well, but Denise could still see the bandoliers of grenades and cores he carried. Anansi was prepared for more than just a blast and go, and that worried her. It wasn't part of the plan.
Anansi smiled and ran a hand through his hair. Denise smiled back, keeping her growing worry off of her expression. He walked up to her and looked her up and down. “Ghost, I have to say, I think I prefer your usual outfit.”
Denise looked down at herself. She looked identical to the guard she had replaced, tall white male, slightly overweight, with a bushy mustache. She shrugged and stroked the mustache. The guard she had replaced was waiting in the preparation shack with two supers and four more policemen to arrest Anansi. She hoped it would be enough. She slipped into a different form, this one of Ghost. She had dark skin and tattoos covering most of her body, her hair was short and dyed red, and her eyes were solid white. The policeman's outfit, sized for someone much larger than she was, hung from her frame. She stripped out of them and shifted to be wearing a leather jacket and pants.
“You ready?” she said, once the transformation was complete. Anansi stepped forward and kissed her forehead. He patted her rear and started walking towards the preparation shack. Denise followed behind him, trying to stay calm. Anansi glanced back at her, his gaze concerned.
“You okay?” he
The assignment stopped being a pain. What had started as posing as a girlfriend to a shut in, geeky, elitist madman had turned into affection, and with that door opened, it stopped being an act when she held his hand, when they kissed.
And that made this all the more difficult.
Anansi was planning to kill people, and not just anyone. People that Denise was sworn to protect. And duty came before love. She repeated her oath in her mind. “Enemies, foreign and domestic,” it said, and Anansi had in one move become someone who could only be described as such. Yes, the people he was targeting were trying to impugn on the civil rights of somewhere in the realm of a hundred and fifty thousand people, but it was for the good of the other millions that were caught in the crossfire any time one super went toe to toe with another. It was for the good of the many that the few had to suffer. She had tried to convince him that killing them wasn't necessary.
“It has to start somewhere,” he had said, his eyes cold as he continued to plot the deaths of some of the highest men in the country.
“Are you sure?” said the voice on the other end. Her handler, Gareth Doyle. He wasn't a super, but as there was no branch for supers in the government, Denise worked for the FBI for now. “That is a serious shift from his normal tactics.”
“Positive. He is planning on setting explosives underneath the stage during the speech under the cover of invisibility. I'm supposed to help him get in and bring in the explosives.”
“Alright. Go along with the plan. We will have personnel waiting for him inside the ready room. Good work. Doyle out.”
The line went dead, and Denise let her arm drop. She told herself she was doing the right thing. It didn't make her feel any less like she was backstabbing someone she cared about.
-~-~-
March 4, 2014
Anansi approached the gate that Denise was guarding, wearing a black duster and carrying a backpack. The duster covered his gear well, but Denise could still see the bandoliers of grenades and cores he carried. Anansi was prepared for more than just a blast and go, and that worried her. It wasn't part of the plan.
Anansi smiled and ran a hand through his hair. Denise smiled back, keeping her growing worry off of her expression. He walked up to her and looked her up and down. “Ghost, I have to say, I think I prefer your usual outfit.”
Denise looked down at herself. She looked identical to the guard she had replaced, tall white male, slightly overweight, with a bushy mustache. She shrugged and stroked the mustache. The guard she had replaced was waiting in the preparation shack with two supers and four more policemen to arrest Anansi. She hoped it would be enough. She slipped into a different form, this one of Ghost. She had dark skin and tattoos covering most of her body, her hair was short and dyed red, and her eyes were solid white. The policeman's outfit, sized for someone much larger than she was, hung from her frame. She stripped out of them and shifted to be wearing a leather jacket and pants.
“You ready?” she said, once the transformation was complete. Anansi stepped forward and kissed her forehead. He patted her rear and started walking towards the preparation shack. Denise followed behind him, trying to stay calm. Anansi glanced back at her, his gaze concerned.
“You okay?” he
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