Wishworld, Endings and Beginnings III

"So the girl's gone? No clues who she is or who took her?"

"Actually, there were several. I need some time to think about it. Michael -"

"The Precipitate touched down several minutes ago, while the rest of us were asleep."

"Good."

They walked in a single file, Dassila first, Dexter second and Michael bringing up the rear. This made conversation especially inconvenient, but it was necessary as in wake of the surprise attack in the Kremlin, paramedics and cleanup crews rushed up the corridors and back again ferrying pieces of equipment and the injured or dead.

"That's the end of it, then." Dexter and Michael turned to Dassila. Sort of. "Not a sovereign state left in the world to oppose your rule. "

"You sound dissatisfied." Dexter noted.

"Maybe I am. Congratulations on taking over the world and all, but what do we have to look forward to now?" Dassila didn't look back.

"You know, most people would be satisfied bringing down two hundred governments in seven days."

"Not like I took them all single-handedly."

"Like hell I was going to wait three weeks." Dexter said as Michael laughed. Dassila however looked thoughtful.

"That would have been more funny before that woman almost defeated all three of us by herself. Who the hell has the power to do that anyway?"

"Actually, I was more surprised it didn't happen more often." For the first time, Dassila looked back at Dexter in incredulity. "The world's other superhumans have been remarkably calm about all this."

"Oh, so is that what we are now?" Michael spoke from the back of the group.

"You know what?" Dexter frowned. "I have no idea. We definitely have the power, but with none of the usual symptoms portrayed by superhumans or mutants."

"Exactly." said Michael. "I've been wondering for some time how we even got these abilities. Some of which don't even seem to be recognized powers at all. Do you think world domination could be the result of some -"

As if reaching an accord, the three fell silent and continued walking as though nothing had happened. Dassila spoke first.

"So the girl's gone huh? No way to find out who she is or who sent her?"

"I think there were enough clues for me to figure it out. But I need time. Got you good, didn't she?" Dexter turned his head slightly. "Michael, has the Precipitate arrived?"

"Yeah, she's here. Are we finally heading to Asmodeus?"

"The world's ours now. It's time we took our seats at the head of its new capital."

"Yeah." agreed Dass. "I think I'm the only one here who hasn't been there yet."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, while Michael and I were overseeing its construction you were off conquering entire nations by yourself."

"That was pretty cool. I think my favorite was the Vatican. You should have let me handle the whole thing by myself. Can you imagine? One man against the world."

"Yeah, that's Dexter." Michael laughed. "I don't doubt you could have done it but then it would hardly have taken a week would it?" Then he was struck by a sudden feeling of deja vu, as though they were having a conversation they had before -

The team reached the entrance hall of the Kremlin. The doors were open, and it was snowing outside. The Precipitate, the jet of Michael's personal creation was parked on the grass. As they drew near, the ramp extended and a man in a pilot's uniform greeted them.

"Dexter, Michael, Dassila, welcome back. Emma and Rachel are hanging round back."

Dexter shook his head as he shook the man's hand. "Putting the six hundred channels to good use, I'm guessing. Is this what I'm paying you all for, Summers?"

"It's you, Excellency. Haven't you heard?" The pilot laughed as they stepped into the plane. "You're all over the news."

"I'll say it again, Michael." Dassila dropped his coat and flopped onto a seat. "No one designs a top-of-the-line next-generation luxury jet the way you do."

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Okay, I just realised that making extra content is stupid. I should save it and work on next week's installment. I also know that some of you want me to get back to actual blogging. This I doubt I will have the time to do. Not to say that there won't be a blog entry if I think something particularly noteworthy has happened. Which does, yknow, happen all the time.

Remember how I promised the good guys (now known as S.P.E.C.T.R.U.M.) airtime this week? Well, that was because I only intended to give them a short story as first. But now I've went and drawn a comic for their installment, which I find only fair since the Empire guys already have three. So it'll be up next week. But it will be good.

On a side note, I really don't have much to say. I'll probably blog something later this week.

I hate to say it, but at times the Rascal Flatts singer sounds like Stitch. I really like their song Bless The Broken Road, but the way she sings the line "this much I know is true" just creeps me out.

Sorry to those of you Wishmakers who have yet to make an appearance, but since I'll get more practice in before your sections it means that your comics will be nicer.