by Sonja, T5 and The Eurostar
As the convoy of trucks and caravans left the airport, a blonde girl in a luxury sports car shot at it with an expensive digital camera. Then Sonja Ljzavet put the camera down the near seat and made a call on her cell phone, ignoring her itchy wig.
It started to rain when the convoy finally arrived at Lenwein Field, seven miles to the south of the airport. So the manager did the best he could to pester everyone into putting the camp up at double time.
Naecken helped out with the heavy tent poles, and Tobias and Eurostar used their speed to fix all the wiring and other time-consuming tasks. A world record in circus-building was made that rainy afternoon, but alas, no one would know.
That night, as they all went to bed, Danny activated the diagnostic procedure. It crawled through his cerebellum at lightning speed. But still it took just about over five hours. Danny had strange dreams.
Edulcore Cicciotto:
When the convoy had been passing on the roads of Mandelovia like a huge parade of shining dinosaurs, many children pointed their index fingers at us, smiling and waving their hands. It's great to be circus performer. I can see why many metahumans have chosen this kind of life. In any other place they would have been outcasts, but in a circus they can be stars.
The biggest surprise was after the arrival at the Mandelovia Airport. No, I'm not referring to the terrorist act. That was par for the course for us, the training we've done over the last few days working out, and now we are able to use our powers in a cohesive manner, without hampering each other. We are good, I have to admit.
The thanks for it goes to Marv Velo, who is a great coach for metahero action routines. He still doesn't want to talk to me about his past, but apart from that he is great. I asked him to take the mantle of the leader, but he refused. "The leader should be Nowhereman. He has the natural gift to lead many men in the field," he had said. I looked at him with a puzzled look, and he laughed loudly. "You consider him crazy, Cicciotto?" he said.
"Frankly, yes. I can't see how a man that sees the world totally different from us can lead us in our mission. But the strange thing is that weeks ago one of the beings that formed Naecken has said the same thing. What do you know about Nowhereman?" I said.
"Nothing you don't know yet. But I can see he has very impressive abilities. And the things about the other reality... It's something to investigate, not to dismiss so easily."
The conversation had been stopped abruptly by the arrival of Mr. Wong, and we never had the time to resume it. Maybe later, I hope.
The surprise I was referring to were the new vans Mr. Wong had reserved for us. Three big caravans, all black with a red and white logo: "The Sardella Brothers." Very cool.
It is now late at night, and I am in the back of one of the new caravans, with M'xy and Velo, to explain to them an idea I had. "Guys, we need a little more space for us. Some sort of secret cabinet for the guns that Velo keeps creating, some sort of computer able to hack into government networks... those sorts of things.”
"You want a hero headquarters?" says Velo, smiling.
"More or less, yes. A place out of the reaches of any curious people, where we could talk freely and prepare our plans," I say. "And since you are a technological genius, and M'xy is a being from the fifth dimension, I was thinking of a tessaract."
The two look at each other. "Yes, that could work," says Velo.
"We could connect the three vans with a multipurpose room," continues M'xy. "And since outside the three-dimensional space there is no gravity, we could have the meeting place on the floor, the monitor section on the ceiling and maybe a training room on the walls."
"So, it is possible?" I say, excited.
"Well, theoretically yes... but where will we find all the materials to build it?"
I know a place where all the needed stuff surely should be: Malvan-X. Here in Mandelovia.