“You fucking bloody motherfucker get that light outta my face!” shouted the man with Captain Midnight’s features and new, unpleasant behaviour. Sweeter’s Maglite light cone painted the MBleaguer’s face yellow, and drew harsh shadow behind him. There was something scary to the once comical look of the hero.
Hero turned to Sweeter, raising an eyebrow. “Brainwashing? Replication?”
The museum curator shook his head. “Don’t think always sci-fi. Brain disorder, I’d said.”
“Why?”
“I’ve met the man in the past, although the word out was that he died. Nasty, get your ass up and tell us what happened.”
Midnight’s eyes widened. “You? You big pile of shit...”
“Nice to see you too. Tell me what there is down there, Jack.”
“Some big fat ghost shoot me”. As he was saying that, Midnight turned 180 degrees, and began to walk back down the tunnel. “I will kill the cocksucker with my bare fists...
“Wait. Where are you going?” exclaimed Hero.
“Going back down, if you didn’t crossed him, this is the wrong way...”
Hero and Sweeter began walking behind him. “What are you talking about? What happened to you guys when I was at the hospital?” asked the young MBLeaguer.
“Are you drunk, kid? I never met you before. If you two want to come with me, fine, but keep quiet. I have a fucking bastard to find. And to kill.”
