get home we’ll use more traditional means, but you have to go now. I had hoped we wouldn’t need them, but I’ll have the girls on standby. I need you to outrun the light.”
She was gone like a blur that would have given Sabra a run for her money. The competitor in me immediately started thinking about a race between the two.
The older man turned his attention back to me, “My apologies, as you can see I stay busy. So, do we have a deal?”
What else could I say? I was desperate, and if this guy wanted to turn me in, I think he had the ability to do so before now. Plus, I was interested in learning more about that female warrior. This could be the break Sabra and I needed.
I shook his hand and said, “You’ve got a deal…. Mister?”
He smiled and puffed a ring of smoke from his pipe, “Call me, Largo.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
G.X. Knight: He is a single father from Montgomery, Alabama. If he were a Musketeer, he’d be Porthos (The Oliver Platt version). If he were a Power Ranger, he most definitely would be the very first green one (Play Dragonzord tune now). And if he were to pick only one superhero to spend a day at the amusement park with, it would be Iron Man (Stark’s paying). He enjoys showing his son who’s boss in Halo (the Sprinting Assassin forever rules!), he loves all types of music (please get back together, N*SYNC), and he hopes to one day live the Jimmy Buffett life of margaritas (Vodka/Red Bull) and cheeseburgers out on the white sand beaches of Gulf Shores. If you see him out-and-about you will know it’s him because he’ll likely be singing these wrong words:
“Did you ever know that I’m your hero? I’m everything you would like to be!”