The sequel to the novel BIG SUPERHERO ACTION:
Warren Zevon’s piano rocked a midtown alleyway where, to “Werewolves of London,” Whisky was chasing two clones. Clones ran for their lives just as fast as humans, lungs and boots pounding. These looked like overdressed bikers, tattooed heads and faces, tattoo sleeves, steel-studded black leather. Whisky was now a man-beast wearing a white suit from the 1970s. But his hair was perfect.
During the last year of the war Sandgirl hunted saboteurs. She kept surveillance on suspicious German-Americans, Japanese-Americans. She hunted them in Little Tokyo and she hunted them in Yorkville. She looked for German American Bund members. She learned to eat with chopsticks so she could infiltrate the Japanese.
After a period of Brooding, Monk 12 traveled through the forbidden Portal of the Spheres to reach the planet Earth. With him, in a sandglass, he took the sand visions of the Prophet.
“I see a vast city. I see two forces at war. You will find a world that abounds in uncertainty. It refines uncertainty like a gem. To survive, you will adapt. Your adaptation will be to create an alter ego who will become one of their top minds. I see you confounded by your task. You will seek clarity through warfare; your war will be on the forces of chaos. There will be much there for a Monk to destroy. You will, from an advanced sense of alienation and the forbidden corruption of self-pity, assume the name Martian Justice."
“What do you two shitheads call yourselves?”
The grey one said, “My name is Alfred’s Tears. I kill superheroes. I specialize in dragging the bodies of dead superheroes through the street.”
“I was there when the Blue Boss wiped out the Resistance. Superheroes are tools of the one percent. Their day of reckoning has come.”
“Do you have superpowers?”
“I am a weapons expert with superhero-crushing violence skills and super-strength, and I have a basic ability to repair physical damage that will be useful in the war with AXIS.”
Dr. Playground turned to the little yellow one. “What is your mask & cape?”
The yellow one said, “My name is My Little Yellow War. I am a psychic-killing psychic. I specialize in victimizing female psychics.”
“Female psychics are shallow self-absorbed cunts.”