Max leaned up against the wall, wearing sunglasses and with a cancer stick hanging from his mouth. It was lit and the smoke twirled in the air. It was like a beacon in a storm, but at the moment he didn't care. A LEGACY hit team was on them like moths to a flame.
"You okay?" he asked Goner.
Goner gave him the thumbs-up signal. It was only a flesh wound. He was wrapping a makeshift bandage around the calf of his right leg.
"You think you can make the last thirty yards?" Max questioned him again. "Because if you can't I will make the stand here."
"Yeah, I can make that run," Goner assured him. "I'll be glad when this ride's over."
"What's taking you old ladies so long?" Frank's voice sqawked in the headset. "I know you fellows love to stop and smell the roses but we haven't got much time here."
"Just keep your panties on," Max keyed back. "Me and Hopalong will be there in a few minutes. Keep the portal open."
20131022
Interlutity
Mags looked up at the evening sky and let slip a sigh. She watched as a meteorite streaked through the sky and she found herself thinking of a happier time. A smile slipped across her lips like a diamond on velvet.
"Penny for your thoughts," Angst said.
"Well, for these thoughts it'll cost you more than a penny," Mags replied.
"Penny for your thoughts," Angst said.
"Well, for these thoughts it'll cost you more than a penny," Mags replied.
Soda Pop Blues...
Goner stepped out of the rain and into a corner store. It was one of
those old mom and pop shoppes that even had an elderly couple behind the
counter.
Nice nostalgia touch.
He went to the pop cooler and reached inside and grabbed a soda. On his slow pace to the counter he stopped by the magazine rack and glanced at a few tabloids there, hoping the rain would be just a few minutes thing and then he'd be off and in the clear again.
It looked like the rain was going to be around for a little while, so he decided to pay for his drink and leave.
And that's when he heard:
"Okay old man hand over the cash!"
Goner saw two men at the front of the store, one at the counter holding a pistol, the other by the door with a shotgun.
"Mutherfarker," he whispered to himself. He glanced down at the soda and he shook the can vigorously. "Talk about bad karma."
Nice nostalgia touch.
He went to the pop cooler and reached inside and grabbed a soda. On his slow pace to the counter he stopped by the magazine rack and glanced at a few tabloids there, hoping the rain would be just a few minutes thing and then he'd be off and in the clear again.
It looked like the rain was going to be around for a little while, so he decided to pay for his drink and leave.
And that's when he heard:
"Okay old man hand over the cash!"
Goner saw two men at the front of the store, one at the counter holding a pistol, the other by the door with a shotgun.
"Mutherfarker," he whispered to himself. He glanced down at the soda and he shook the can vigorously. "Talk about bad karma."
Deep Into a Well
"You really don't give a rat's ass, do you?" Agent Jak asked Max.
Max was bound in a chair. He had this feeling that these guys wanted something, something he couldn't give them since he didn't know what the hell they where talking about.
"Let's give him a minute to think about it," Agent Lendes replied. He was taking a sip from a Good Tomes coffee cup. "Let's see if the fog clears away from his circuits."
Max didn't know what the hell was going on around him. All he knew was that he was walking towards his job when this van pulled up and these men in black reached out and grabbed him and gassed him.
"I'm no terrorist," Max proclaimed.
"We know bonehead," Jak answered curtly. Jak was getting tired of this shit. "You can quit this bullshit act of yours anytime. The sooner you do, the sooner our lives will be easier."
"What do you mean?" Max asked.
And he received a backhand as an answer. Blood spilled from his lips and onto the floor and Max's eyes narrowed on the blood stain on the floor. It was a pattern. A look of recognition slowly dawned upon his face.
Max was bound in a chair. He had this feeling that these guys wanted something, something he couldn't give them since he didn't know what the hell they where talking about.
"Let's give him a minute to think about it," Agent Lendes replied. He was taking a sip from a Good Tomes coffee cup. "Let's see if the fog clears away from his circuits."
Max didn't know what the hell was going on around him. All he knew was that he was walking towards his job when this van pulled up and these men in black reached out and grabbed him and gassed him.
"I'm no terrorist," Max proclaimed.
"We know bonehead," Jak answered curtly. Jak was getting tired of this shit. "You can quit this bullshit act of yours anytime. The sooner you do, the sooner our lives will be easier."
"What do you mean?" Max asked.
And he received a backhand as an answer. Blood spilled from his lips and onto the floor and Max's eyes narrowed on the blood stain on the floor. It was a pattern. A look of recognition slowly dawned upon his face.
Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting
"You got your Mars Face on?"
Suki smiled. The Godhammer was powered and ready for action as it glowed an unearthly light. Silhouetting her body and making her look more like an angelic being than the schoolgirl that she was.
"Well, are we going to stand here and wait like old ladies for a bus or what?" Goner asked. He was nervous and ready for action.
"Waiting," Max replied.
"For what?" Goner questioned.
"The right moment."
Suki smiled. The Godhammer was powered and ready for action as it glowed an unearthly light. Silhouetting her body and making her look more like an angelic being than the schoolgirl that she was.
"Well, are we going to stand here and wait like old ladies for a bus or what?" Goner asked. He was nervous and ready for action.
"Waiting," Max replied.
"For what?" Goner questioned.
"The right moment."
Life's a Beach...
Mags laid back on the towel letting the sun's rays work its magic on her body. The sound of the waves lapping on the beach made it an even more idyllic setting.
"This is what the doctor ordered," she said.
"Yeah. No kidding," Angst added.
Angst glanced around her and smiled.
Frank and Goner where flipping the frisbee to each other, while Max was in the water. He was lying on a rubber raft with an ashtray by his side and a bottle of Corona on the other side.
"This is what the doctor ordered," she said.
"Yeah. No kidding," Angst added.
Angst glanced around her and smiled.
Frank and Goner where flipping the frisbee to each other, while Max was in the water. He was lying on a rubber raft with an ashtray by his side and a bottle of Corona on the other side.
20131021
*Whatcha Gonna Do, Max?*
Time: 9:33 am
Date: October 21st 1977
Place: Perky's (NYC)
He noticed that there wasn't an ashtray at his table and glanced around and spotted one at the other table; he reached over and snatched it. He didn't want to bother Heidi at the moment who was dishing back some attitude that was given to her this morning.
He took out his pack of smokes, his zippo lighter, a Bic pen, and put them on the table in a neat order. As if he was setting up to do some sort of ritual. He also unfolded the newspaper he had been carrying underneath his arm. His attention was diverted to a young Japanese school girl walking by the window and she held something to her ear, it looked strange, the slim device, he thought he knew the name of it.
The answer was at the tip of his tongue, or was it?
The Future is Now
INT. ABANDONED HOUSE - TOP FLOOR - DAY
MAX is lying battered and bloodied on a wooden floor. Standing over him with fists clenched is THE FUTURE.
THE FUTURE:
I should of just put a bullet in your head and left it at that. But my employer wants you to suffer after the trouble you caused him.
MAX:
Well bully for him.
THE FUTURE:
(kicks Max in the upper torso)
Your world is about to end and yet you remain snarky.
MAX:
(he coughs up some blood)
Would you feel better if I just bleed over your shoes?
THE FUTURE:
(another kick, this time to the midsection)
You're a bastard.
MAX:
(chuckles even though it hurts)
Whew. Thank goodness... thought I lost my touch.
MAX is lying battered and bloodied on a wooden floor. Standing over him with fists clenched is THE FUTURE.
THE FUTURE:
I should of just put a bullet in your head and left it at that. But my employer wants you to suffer after the trouble you caused him.
MAX:
Well bully for him.
THE FUTURE:
(kicks Max in the upper torso)
Your world is about to end and yet you remain snarky.
MAX:
(he coughs up some blood)
Would you feel better if I just bleed over your shoes?
THE FUTURE:
(another kick, this time to the midsection)
You're a bastard.
MAX:
(chuckles even though it hurts)
Whew. Thank goodness... thought I lost my touch.
The Going Getting Good
The subway doors parted and Max stepped onto the platform, guns hanging by his side. Cigarette dangling from his lips and he was wearing a bright orange t-shirt declaring GO FOR THE HEART.
"You ready, pumpkin?" Mags asked as she stepped out, her katana drawn and ready for whatever evils lay above.
"I was born ready," he replied smugly.
"What are we doing standing around here?" Frank questioned as he stepped from the car. "You think this is a coffee break?"
"You ready, pumpkin?" Mags asked as she stepped out, her katana drawn and ready for whatever evils lay above.
"I was born ready," he replied smugly.
"What are we doing standing around here?" Frank questioned as he stepped from the car. "You think this is a coffee break?"
Question the Fourth?
"You got it?"
"You doubt me?"
"No."
"Then the question is moot," he replied as he slipped out a pack of smokes and took one out. He lit it and took a puff and exhaled a question. "Why do you see a need to question things that you comprehend?"
"Human nature?"
Max let that one slip in a chuckle.
"You doubt me?"
"No."
"Then the question is moot," he replied as he slipped out a pack of smokes and took one out. He lit it and took a puff and exhaled a question. "Why do you see a need to question things that you comprehend?"
"Human nature?"
Max let that one slip in a chuckle.
The Beginning of the End...
Max butted out a cigarette with his shoe and stepped from the alleyway. He could hear the roar of the subway train speeding off below him.
"Remember the plan," Angst told him.
"You'd think I would forget that?" Max shot back. He had his game face on and nothing was going to change that.
Frank stepped in behind him, dressed to the nines in his old LEGACY outfit.
"You think this is it, sweetheart?" Angst asked of Frank.
"I really don't know," Frank honestly replied. "But the dominoes have been set and are ready to fall."
"Remember the plan," Angst told him.
"You'd think I would forget that?" Max shot back. He had his game face on and nothing was going to change that.
Frank stepped in behind him, dressed to the nines in his old LEGACY outfit.
"You think this is it, sweetheart?" Angst asked of Frank.
"I really don't know," Frank honestly replied. "But the dominoes have been set and are ready to fall."
Infinite Maxplex Comics and Stuff
Max leaned on the counter reading the further adventures of a superhero team. He was also keeping an eye on a couple of kids leafing through the role-playing section.
The kids were in their early teens and talking amongst each other of what books to get since their "dungeon master" had a whole slew of books.
An electronic chime went off, letting him know that the main door was opening and that someone was coming in. He saw Frank entering. Frank was carrying a tray with two Tim Horton's coffee mugs, and Max nodded.
Max reached behind him and opened up a filing cabinet and took out a huge folder and placed it on the counter.
"Hey Max," Frank said upon approaching the counter. "What you got for me today?"
"A whole whack of special orders," Max replied as he went back to the comic book he was reading.
Frank opened up the folder and his eyes widened at the first comic he saw.
"Son of a bitch," Frank swore. He took the issue in his hands like a knight templar with the holy grail. "Where in the hell did you manage to find this..."
"You don't want to know," Max replied.
The kids were in their early teens and talking amongst each other of what books to get since their "dungeon master" had a whole slew of books.
An electronic chime went off, letting him know that the main door was opening and that someone was coming in. He saw Frank entering. Frank was carrying a tray with two Tim Horton's coffee mugs, and Max nodded.
Max reached behind him and opened up a filing cabinet and took out a huge folder and placed it on the counter.
"Hey Max," Frank said upon approaching the counter. "What you got for me today?"
"A whole whack of special orders," Max replied as he went back to the comic book he was reading.
Frank opened up the folder and his eyes widened at the first comic he saw.
"Son of a bitch," Frank swore. He took the issue in his hands like a knight templar with the holy grail. "Where in the hell did you manage to find this..."
"You don't want to know," Max replied.
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