Chapter Forty
The Three Amigos
On the smaller jobs for the Secret Society of
Supervillains it was always the Prankster and me. But for tasks a little bit larger in scope,
it was job for the Three Amigos: The
Prankster, me, and Psychonaut.
Psychonaut is an interesting dude. He’s from another universe, which is pretty
freaky. One of the parallel ones that
are very similar to ours, but different in some pretty extreme ways. At least, that’s his story. I’ve never actually travelled to his universe
of origin, so I can’t really say for sure.
But, apparently, in his universe, Clint Eastwood was president from 2000
to 2008, there was no McDonalds, and there was some sort of bizarre cult based
around Leonardo DiCaprio. None of these
things seem to make him any different from anyone else you’d meet, though. He was pleasant enough, had a solid sense of
humor, did his job efficiently and expertly.
The relationship between Psyhonaut and the Prankster
was an interesting one. They worked well
enough together. The druggie from another
universe tolerated the insane dude with surprising ease. And I got on well enough with both of them,
despite often being unnerved by the Prankster.
We were in Chicago, pulling a caper for the
Society. If I remember correctly, it was
early April. Evening. It was breezy and chilly. We were lurking in the shadows of the bushes
outside the Corycom BioLab Building. We
expected this to go without any hitches, I was just there to get those two in
and out, but then the goddamned vigilante showed up. Fucking Zorro. And then shit got weird.
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