By Warpimp 0 Comments
It felt good, amazing even, to fly again. Adam Brashear, The Blue Marvel and former Cornell fullback, one arm extended ahead of him had just taken flight for the first time in almost 7 years. In the other arm he held his helmet, not that he ever needed protection—he had once experienced an atomic blast at point blank range. But he did need it. To hide, but not for protection of his family and friends like other heroes, but simply to hide the fact that he black and people couldn’t handle the fact.
Maybe someday people won’t think so small. Someday he thought. He always flew with the helmet off when it was possible, appreciating Creation in a way few could. Why am I doing this though? He had been thinking about the previous day’s meeting with the Deputy National Security Advisor and his short conversation with the President. He was insulted by the implication, that he was good enough to risk it all, just not enough to be recognized for it. However, it wasn’t accolades that he sought, just the right that anyone else blessed by the same circumstances he had a right to help people, to use his amazing strength and speed to save lives. The best he had gotten was a “Thanks for everything but you have to go—out the colored entry, of course.”
But here I am, flying like a rocket towards an island filled with danger for them.
It would only be a minute or two more left from the 20 minute flight from Philadelphia to the island where Communist-backed villain Radioactive man was raising an army of atomic powered soldiers. He didn’t quite know what to expect when he arrived but he knew it probably wouldn’t be pretty.
As the island broke the horizon Adam placed his helmet on, he arched his back and looked towards the sky, gaining altitude. A mile above the island, he took a moment to stop and listen. He heard the sound of engines and machinery from the island. Concentrating he began to mentally sort through the noise, as a normal man would trying to listen to a single background instrument in a record. He heard the bustle of voices on the island, men barking orders, supplies being moved. He peeled back yet another layer, the bustle of wind high Pacific winds through the trees. Yet another and there is was, the clanking of chains and a muffled voice. He took in a breath of the salty air, and cleared his mind. He zeroed in until he heard nothing but the voice. He was glad the agent was alive. He wasn’t always invincible, there was a time where he risked his very mortal flesh and blood for his country, just like this man had.
And then unlike anything else in the world he moved. So fast that if one was looking they would see a line of blue shooting straight down. He hit the roof of the building without even registering it, then the floor, through the concrete and rebar of the bunker complex beneath like he was just diving into a pool. He noted the size and green hue of the soldiers as he passed through the floors. He was pretty sure he was too fast for them to even see if they were looking for him. Before the personnel on the first floor could register the shock he was in the cell with the agent, shielding the man as the shockwave of the Multi-Gigajoule impact reached them.
The agent, already delirious from days of torture didn’t know what was happening. He had a look of terror in his eyes as he seen the visage of his savior. “Don’t worry, I’m American as apple pie, son.” Adam assured the man as he effortlessly broke the chain binding the man and then pulled out the gag. “Let’s get you to safety, you’ve earned it.”
With a heave Adam Brashear took to the air with his arms around the man like a lifeguard. He used his back to shield the man from debris as they passed back through the bunker and stunned personnel. Once safely ahead he stated flying north towards Okinawa. He had to fly much slower to protect the agent, this would take a while. The agent had passed out during the rescue.
Physically, the man was a wreck, Adam prayed he would make it. He thought about stopping off on an island to render aid but there were no open wounds and despite having a Ph.D. Adam wasn’t thatkind of doctor.
I really should have asked what their plan was if the agent was alive, he thought. He considered the fact that the men in D.C. hadn’t even considered the agent or had a contingency for his being alive.No time to worry about that now.
The agent came to over the ocean. Adam thought back to when he first started saving people and chastised himself for not remembering how people who can’t fly react to going 80 miles per hour over the ocean, he should have blindfolded him. A person could have a heart attack waking up like that.
“Calm down son. It’s ok. It’s ok now.” Adam said.
“Wha..what’s going on?!?!” the agent managed to spit out.
“We’re above the Pacific, getting you to Marine Base Okinawa. I am here on behalf of the NSA. But don’t worry about all of that now. What’s your name?”
“I..I’m not at liberty to say.” the agent said, firming up a bit as he collected his thoughts.
“Fair enough, what can I call you, then?”
“Just call me James.”
“Ok, James. Are you hurt at all? Do you think you can make it an hour to Okinawa?” Adam asked.
James paused for a second, realizing that he could have been missing a leg and not noticed until now, after taking a brief inventory of his digits and appendages he replied, “Yeah, I think I am ok, they roughed me up, but they knew what they were doing.” As he said uttered that sentence though, he noticed something, “I think I’m missing a tooth though.” James let out a small chuckle.
“Your acting career is over, but there is still hockey.” Adam joked as they shared a surreal laugh as they zipped over the warm pacific that can only be shared by people who have been to hell and back. They sailed silently over the ocean for a while before James spoke up again.
“I know who you are.” James said.
“Is that so?” Adam replied quizzically.
“No you you. But I remember The Blue Marvel. I never did think even an alien armada could take you out.” James said, letting a bit of his accent slip. “I thought it was horrible the way they treated you, just because you were Colored.”
“I think we say ‘black’ now, James. But don’t worry about it.” Adam said as they neared their Japanese destination. They gingerly approached the ground and Adam let James get his footing. “You good?”
“Yeah, I got it from here.” James replied, working stiffness out of his limbs, he extended his hand towards the man in front of him.
Adam grasped his hand in his, “Anything I should know about this Chen Lu?” he asked.
“He has about 350 men on the island, they are all irradiated like him. Not quite as strong but they all carry some heavy hardware. They never tire, and they are all hand to hand experts.” James then added, “And those commie’s are mean as hell.”
Adam took note of the information. “And the Chen Lu himself?”
“Strong. Hulk strong. He can fire some sort of radioactive blast as well. But worse..” James retracted for a second, as if remembering something he wanted to forget, “..he can hypnotize you. Not complete mind control, you can subvert his orders, but he can control your actions. So be careful.”
“Good to know. Thank you for your service James.”
“Go get em’ and show em’ what an American can do."
With that, Adam left within the blink of an eye. All James seen was the faint puff in the sky as Adam broke the sound barrier.