by LLance, Nowhereman and Sonja
"A trip to Europe?" Lance Lorenzo repeated.
"Yes." Eurostar nodded his head.
"Working for the circus?"
"You could be a clown," suggested Eurostar.
"Cool!" Lance was obviously excited. A bunch of childhood dreams all rolled into one was all that he could think of. Running away and joining the circus! Traveling to foreign lands! Becoming a metapowered, costumed adventurer! "Cool!" he reiterated.
"Where you going, Lance?" Eurostar asked.
"To design a proper costume... and to decide on a code name!"
Eurostar grinned as Lance walked away, mumbling possible code names to himself.
"Meta-Lance... Sir Lancelot... LanceMan... The Boiled Lance..."
"Hmmm," Eurostar said aloud. "Please don't pick 'The Boiled Lance,' my young friend!"
"I can't believe we are going to Europe," said Nowhereman. "I fucking hate Europe!"
A secret Russian base, near Saint Petersburg:
A large man in a uniform spoke to a tall woman with dark black hair tied under the hat, blue eyes, a perfect nose and large, sensual lips, painted a deep dark nuance of red. "We have localized our man, Lieutenant Ljzavet."
"Where is he, General Bulgacov?" The voice of Lieutenant Sonja Ljzavet was deep and warm, with an accent that betrayed her Siberian origin.
"He is hiding in a circus. An American circus."
"Must I leave for America, then?"
"No. The circus is just leaving for Mandelovia. You will be waiting for it there."