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FDR leapt over
the banister, his eyes wild; teeth bared like a feral dog. It was a three story drop to the lobby where
a group of, what he called, “goons” were amassed. A moment before he landed on top of them, he
screamed. The goons had time enough to
glance upward before the collision. They
did not have a chance to understand what it was that they saw before
unconsciousness claimed them.
Franklin
Roosevelt in a dark, formfitting singlet stretched over a bulging pair of light
colored tights. His face was hidden
behind a black domino mask. The letters
FDR were stitched across his chest and a metallic half-cape clung to his shoulders
and draped to the small of his back. His
feet were bare.
“Corporate
Man,” he yelled, his booming voice echoing throughout the corridors of the
hotel.
“I’m here,
Frank. Got a bullet in my side but I’ll
make it.”
“Where’s Deal
Breaker Dan?”
“Don’t
know. I lost him in the scuffle. Could be anywhere,” Corporate Man said.
“We have to
stop him this time. The people need the
New Deal. Our country’s future–”
Two gunshot
blasts cut FDR short and dropped him to the floor. Meaty wounds in his upper thighs spurted Roosevelt
juice all over the polished floor. Franklin
squirmed across the lobby tile, seeking cover, leaving a ragged gash of dark
across the white surface.
“Frank!”
Corporate Man screamed. He winced and
clutched his bleeding side.
“Oh I’m afraid
Mr. New Deal is in a bit of pain right now, Corporate Man,” Deal Breaker Dan
said, stepping out from the shadows of his hiding place. “Don’t worry, though. He won’t suffer long. You hear that, Roosevelt ? Your time has come. We’ve reached an impasse here. A deal breaker.”
Deal Breaker
Dan followed the bloody trail to the courtesy desk where it led behind the long
counter. Then it vanished.
“What the–”
Deal Breaker Dan said, snapping his head back and forth. A drop of blood struck his face and he looked
up just as FDR scurried over the banister above him. “How did you…”
FDR thudded
against the floor of the upper level. He
called down, “I have tremendous upper body strength.”
“Won’t change
the outcome of this, Delano . The country won’t get a New Deal. The Great Depression’s reign will continue,”
Deal Breaker Dan shouted. Then he turned
toward the elevators and walked right into Corporate
Man.
“People like
you are bad for business,” Corporate Man said delivering a viscous head butt. He lifted Deal Breaker Dan above his head and
then brought him down over his knee.
Deal Breaker’s spine cracked.
Grunts and wheezes struggled to escape his throat.