This is the part of the blog where I write about my day for those interested.
Despite my injuries, I had important work to do. Aquaman and the monkey would have to wait for their deaths. I took the bag lunch of peanut butter and jelly and Doritos that SarahK prepared for me and headed for my car while checking the trees for movement. Aquaman was nearby watching me, but I paid him no heed.
The drive to Kennedy Space Center was uneventful, but I was in for quite a shock once I got there.
“We’re canceling the nuclear strike against the moon?!” I shouted in disbelief, temporarily losing my composure. “Has the administration decided it now hates America, freedom, and apple pie? As long as we’re being a bunch of compromising wussies, why don’t we just send all the terrorists fruit baskets?”
I had been working on this project for some time. I have been paid well for it, but this was also my baby. You can’t imagine how it feels to be told that their going to take away your baby and explode him in an island off of Puerto Rico.
“The President decided that, since this is a non-critical nuclear strike, we should run it by the Justice League,” the general there explained. “They voted to stop our strike if we launch it.”
I couldn’t believe it. “The same Justice League that voted against helping in the Iraq war because it was ‘too political’? Why in the world are we even still talking to them? We are nuking the moon for national security purposes — to show our power — how can we let some super losers get in the way?”
The general looked defeated. “I’m sorry, but the President has decided not to go against them.”
I sat down and thought for a moment. “What was the vote?”
“It was a split vote: three to four. Batman, the Green Lantern, and Martian Manhunter voted to support the strike while Superman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, and Aquaman voted against.”
Aquaman! I couldn’t believe they actually gave him a vote on their council. Then again, France gets a vote at the U.N. This was too much; first Aquaman was bothering me in my personal life, and now he was bothering me in my work — preventing America from asserting its power from nuking the moon. “If something happened to one of the voting members, how would that affect the vote?”
The general looked concerned. “What are you planning?”
“Never mind that; just answer the question.”
“They’d appoint a new voting member… most likely Black Canary.”
And she is a hawk (pardon the pun). It seemed this would be a problem that would solve itself when I took care of Aquaman. It also meant more focus would be on me when Aquaman is found dead. I’ll have to be extra careful in this operation.
The peanut butter and jelly sandwich and Doritos were yummy. I never get tired of that.