Steeled Spies #4: One Hacked Reality

Smoke and Mirrors Can't Begin to Describe...

Art by Spookitty

“Welcome to the Dragon’s Lair.” came the snide voice of Nathaniel Draco, politician utterly poised in his demeanor as the trio stood slack-jawed.

Steele took a long drag off his cigarette. “Don’t tell me I ran down a clone.”

“No, that hurt.” smirked the statesman, dusting his shoulders. “It just didn’t kill.”

“Any cute speeches you care to share?” a now-intrigued Lita asked, fixing her jean jacket.

“Let’s pop back into the office.” The Drake held a fine pistol in his gray-furred mitts as he ushered everyone back into Lucille’s room. Once all were seated, he got real cute about things. “Well, well, well, three revolutionaries sitting in a row. What to do with them all?” He kicked the door close, the bang echoing through the silent halls of the lit-up building.

“So you got all this alternator tech from the Queen Bee, huh?” Lita probed.

“I haven’t a clue what you’re on about.” Draco sighed. He threw his jacket off his shoulders, taking care to keep the gun trained on his captive audience. “Not a thing has changed here. I’ve just taken it all over. And anyone who didn’t take care to heed me…well, I think you can fill in all those little blank details.”

Devenreux could only scowl. “What possessed you to do something so miserable as this?”