August 5, 1928
I know I address this in nearly every correspondence, but even after three full decades I feel silly referring to you by your nom de guerre. I hold similar sentiments for my own appellation as well as those of our colleagues, but not to the same extent. Given our relationship I would much rather use your proper name. It is a lovely name and I miss the sound of it.
The Pier, New York City
April 2, 2012
For the last hour Danel Lee had been attempting to solve the complicated legal puzzle box that is insuring the life of a superhero. His chief problem at the moment was distraction. He would only get so deep into the legalese before the same thought would derail his train of thought: the New York Knights are back.
Part of him felt like a child on Christmas Eve, impatient to see what mysteries would be discovered upon the morning. Another part felt like that child's parents, inwardly nervous about what those mysteries might bring and knowing that there really isn't a Santa Claus - just hefty credit card bills and, if you were lucky, some zero-interest financing for six months.
Doug Buchanon leaned against the wall of an office building across the street from the Hearst building, sipping a chai tea and not really reading a newspaper. He glanced at his watch and mentally shrugged. Five minutes til.
Emma Carrolton could hear what was going on in the other room. She heard the phone call her little brother was making. Her little brother had changed so much. He was no longer the whining little brat that she was forced to have tag along with her everywhere she went. He was confident and smart. He did not speak like a kid anymore despite his prepubescent voice.
Damien repressed an angry sigh as he switched off his communicator. Gypsy's reticence in this matter was far beyond annoyance, and he hoped that Percy would be able to influence her enough to get Damien what he needed. A quick glance at the clock showed he still had 15 minutes or so before his ordered meeting with Patrice.
Since Gypsy was being characteristically uncooperative, Damien knew he had to hedge his bets and seek out other sources of information. He knew of only one other person to ask, and one other entity that might be of some assistance. He didn't have time to choose, so he figured he'd get the most difficult out of the way. He switched on his communicator, keeping an eye on the clock.
Daniel Carrolton stood in the center of the living room thinking. Next to him were his mother and sister. “We can’t leave just yet.” He said. He moved quickly to the study and pulled out a heavy Atlas of the US. He opened it and began turning pages. Every once in a while he would look up at nothing, thinking.
“What the hell?” Said Emma. “I think he’s lost it completely.”
“Give him a moment Em. I believe he’s just planning our route, though I admit he looks awfully strange.”
Charles Jantz is 35 years old and unemployed with no marketable skills. That he graduated high school in only four years was more a tribute to his father’s influence than his study habits. He lives in a single-family home in Maybell that belongs to his father. It’s poorly maintained and the trash piled up inside invites even more vermin, though they at least have tails.
His best friend in the world is Phillip Kruger. Phillip’s father died when he was pretty young. He had been a coal miner and after high school Phillip found that the local miners still remembered his father fondly enough to offer him a job there.
Major Adrienne Hassler sat on a stool in the back of the supply closet in Lou’s Diner. Next to her sat Lou himself. The gurney that had gone into the ambulance in front of the cameras had shown Lou going in the back, but none had seen him come out the front driver’s side door. There was no way she was letting him leave before a full and complete debriefing.
Lou had finished his tale and his hands were still shaking. In Adrienne’s estimation he definitely needed some sort of sedative. She was about to turn off her recorder but hesitated a moment. She motioned to the security video system. “What areas does this video security system cover, Lou?”
The opening theme for Quincy M.E. was blaring from the living room. The television was so loud that Fran could barely hear herself think on the other side of the house as she washed dishes. She knew she would have to talk to William about his hearing problem again, and she knew what the reaction would be.
“I don’t have a hearing problem. You just mumble.”
It was hard watching her father-in-law age. The man technically shouldn’t be her problem since the divorce, but Fran always had a soft heart when it came to strays and cast offs.
This story, and the next couple that follow, are among the last pieces Andy wrote for the Olympians before his passing. These stories have never seen publication as they were still in progress at the time and needed to be reworked in order to explain Andy's character, Dragoon's, departure from the team.
There was a knock on Damien's office door a second before his assistant, Patrice, opened it and walked inside.