Free Society of Heroes with Indeterminate Talent by Sebastian H. Alive

looked up towards the location of the sound.
    "Don’t mock the suicide bomber." he chastised.  "So Abdul, you appear to be sweating quite heavily.  Are you nervous about something?"
    Suddenly Abdul reached under his white tunic trying to grasp something.
    "For Allah." he screamed.
    Then without warning a man reared up from behind Abdul's chair and plunged a syringe into the man's neck, injecting a liquid into his vein.  Startled Abdul tried to turn but then his eyes glazed over and his head slumped forward onto his chest where he began snoring loudly.
    "For the record, that man is a sky marshal." said Agent One pointing to the counter terrorist agent with the syringe in his hand.
    The passengers erupted in spontaneous applause accompanied by cries of happiness and relief.
    "Thank you, thank you." said Agent One turning and bowing.  "Please, this is too much but do continue."
    A small child ran towards Captain Aeroacrophobia and hugged his legs weeping uncontrollably.
    "Hush child, you are saved." said the superhero lifting the boy up and ruffling his hair before wiping away his tears with a flick of his finger.
    "Y-you saved u-us."
    "What the hell did he do?  I did all the work." grumbled Agent One.
    "But-but I didn’t get to see you fly!" cried the boy looking disappointed.
    "How about when we land we get Captain Aeroacrophobia to fly you and some of the other children around at around a thousand feet.  Can we do that, Captain Aeroacrophobia, for the children?"
    "Sure, except for the fat ones." replied Captain Aeroacrophobia.  "I despise those tubby little bastards!"
     

9.
     
    The alleyway drug-bust
     
     
    "Have you got the goods?" asked the shifty looking slightly built man clutching onto the battered briefcase in the dimly lit alleyway.
    The dealer in the leather jacket took a long, slow drag on his cigarette and blew a plume of smoke into the night air, then flicked the butt onto the ground in front on him.
    "I got the goods if you got the cash.  Have you got the cash?"
    "That would depend wholly on whether you have the goods for which I would like to purchase with my cash.  So where's the merchandise?"
    The dealer looked over his shoulder at his two burly body-guards stood with their arms crossed over their barrel-like chests.
    "Do you think I've got the goods, Barry?"
    "It's a good question to ask, boss." said one of his men in a deep baritone voice.  "Surely for such an exchange to take place one would be required to have the goods, but in the absence of cash then such a trade cannot surely take place."
    The dealer nodded his head in approval at the answer and turned slowly back to the buyer with one eyebrow raised.
    "I want to see the money first." he said popping another cigarette into his mouth and lighting it in one smooth motion.
    The buyer looked over his shoulder at his two hulking accomplices who were staring hard-eyed ahead at the two burly body-guards.
    "He wants to see the cash first, Lawrence?" he said sniffing and rubbing his nose.
    "My first concern would be whether he has the package as it is a sizeable sum of money to be carrying on ones person."
    "Are you questioning my integrity as a drug dealer?" hissed the dealer.
    Suddenly he thrust his hand inside his leather jacket and rested it on something menacingly.
    "What are you doing?" asked the buyer wiping his nose with the back of his hand.
    "My hand is cold." said the dealer.
    "Then put it in your trouser pocket."
    "I don’t have a gun in my trouser pocket."
    The buyer nodded his head in understanding.
    "This may be a circumstance whereby I let you think I have the cash but I don't, but that would be foolish now.  The good news is that I may have the cash providing you have the drugs."
    "We could be here a while," said the dealer relaxing his grip on his gun inside his jacket.
    He turned and nodded his head at one of his bodyguards who stepped forward and pulled a rectangular object from out behind his back.
    "Now let's see the