Slices of Pie
Part Four



It was...a little chilly to say the least. Jack wished she had at least worn a skirt, one of her indecently short skirts, as opposed to the barely there strips of cloth she was touting as a bikini. Sure, her belt offered her some comfort, the sheer stockings offered her some comfort...

But let’s be real. It was colder than a bitch in ZZ’s lobby and she was getting sick of waiting.

After sitting around the small dining room waiting for Captain, who was apparently still awake, then assuring ZZ that no, her room wasn’t booby-trapped again and she could go wake him up, then telling Pie, yeah sure, go get some breakfast...

Jack had given a quick call of everyone on her cell phone that she’d be in the lobby.

It’s not like she stood out. Quite the opposite. There were so many mafia, syndicate, triad wanna-bes milling around the main area, not to mention the occasional Prommie on vacation in outlandish Rares that there was no time to notice the scowling femme fatale in the corner.

She crossed her legs, looked at her watch and sighed.

ZZ probably got side tracked. Chances were she was searching for some random thing in her room that would help the mission.

Captain was probably still asleep.

And Pie...well, Jack pretty much knew breakfast meant sex so she knew where he was.

Thank god I don’t work with them on a daily basis...or I’d be dead -

But she spoke too soon.

Out of the lobby’s elevator, there were around five, two glass, three normal, stepped Miss Ziegler. She made her was over to Jack in cushy looking Seal slippers and probably even less clothing than Jack had on.

Zinnia frowned. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re doing it again!”

“I always scowl.”

“You’re wearing the same thing -.”

“I have on a whole shirt! Who are you going to kill in your underwear!?”

ZZ smacked Jack on the thigh and sat next to her. “Same to you!”

“Hn, same to you...” Jack crossed her arms. “...that hurt you bitch.”

And they laughed, Jack taking a light off ZZ’s long drag. “Seen Pie?”

“Mm...he was eating pancakes...”

And there was silence.

“I’m just saying that the skimpy top and bottom aren’t very good for fighting. I know. Remember that one summer when I declared I was never wearing clothes again and ran around in a bikini and sandals?”

The blond snerked. “And the ball and chain?”

“Quiet you...Nice pimp hat.”

The elevators came open again and Jack took note. You never know who could show up.

Dragging his feet and looking very unheroic was Captain Drunken. Someone bumped into them and he shoved them, Roro attacking their pant leg. He came over to the two women and rose a hand in greeting. He tied on his ninja band and yawned. Roro came over with a shoe in his mouth and zapped it with his laser vision.

“Not in the lobby...” Captain muttered, kicking at the dust pile.

ZZ grinned and grinned. “Hi Captain!”

“Stop yelling.” He tugged his gloves into place. “Look...is the bar open yet...I need some hair of the dog -.” He frowned as Pie chose that moment to appear from thin air and tug his Lunar Cloak.

“Those pancakes were awesome!”

Jack smiled. Pie was certainly a bit of good cheer.

“Better than the waiter I had behind the buffet!”

And ZZ laughed. She stood up. “Okay! Let’s do it!”

Captain looked confused. “Do what? We robbing a liquor store?”

Jack stood up. “No, we’re going to go see a woman about an intervention -.”

“I can quit at anytime!” the superhero defended.

“Not you! Ms -.” Jack barely registered the line of smoke that registered a shoulder fired rocket as it flew threw the lobby doors. She forced ZZ to the ground. “DOWN!”

And then everything exploded.


In the smoke and fire, people panicked but over it all, Jack heard the laughter.

“Like Soddom and Gomorra I will level this House of Hedonism in the name of all the is good and pure! Citizens of Aekea be free of this Inn of Indiscretions, this Shelter of Sin, this -.”

And then Jack heard another voice.

“I don’t appreciate being attacked right after breakfast...”

The smoke was clearing and Jack drew her weapons, Captain cursing as he too got up off of the floor.

“I don’t need preaching this early in the morning -.”

“There they are!” the female voice cried. “The Assassin and her booze hound companion -.”

“I am a Super Hero! I have a diploma that says so!”

Jack made sure her guns were loaded and she aimed. “Intervention, you just made a huge mistake.”

“Oh? And what mistake would that be? I stand on the side of righteousness! Of good! I am the opponent of all that is...”

And the woman shut up, for now she could see.

With a single black rose in his hand and raven locks flowing down his back, Evil Pie couldn’t have been more satisfied. Around him, huge, choking vines were threaded through everything and everyone.

“...Sweet...Gambino...” ZZ whispered.

Anyone not killed by the rocket had been spitted by the huge thorns or crushed by the vines that were still growing and curling about victims.

“You!” Intervention cried. “You are Sin incarnate!”

“Yes...” the Elf purred. “I am.”

Intervention spun her angelic staff, striking a pose so that just as the breeze kicked up, her scarf flapped behind her. “And I...am Justice!”

Evil Pie threw back his head and laughed. “Ha ha ha HA! No. You’re not.”

She grew indignant. “Yes I am!” She stomped her foot. “I am! You tell him, tell him Booze Hound, how I’m Justice!”

“Uh, It’s Captain Drunken and I’m Justice, drunken Justice, but still justice and if you call me that again -.”

“You’re not justice...” Evil Pie drawled, tapping his rose against his lips and shrugging.

“You’re dead!”

And the vines rushed for her.