The Lady broke into the grand ballroom of the Elixir Spa Resort Hotel and Leisure Complex with ease – she wasn’t spotted – but being the owner of the vast establishment it wouldn’t have mattered if she had been; she gracefully crossed the dance floor to the desk at the far end, which was still covered in glossy photos.
She picked each photo up in turn, and looked at the back of each one so she could remember her team-mates’ names and specialist abilities: beside her photo was the red-headed Ellova Palava (international mistress of disguise); above Ellova was the unimaginatively named Jordan Granger (getaway driver); Bubblegum’s photo was next to Jordan (hypnotic bubbles); Rust (fists of steel) next to Bubblegum; Tom the Opposite Man next to Rust; and below Rust and Tom was Moonbeam (power of night). Matthew Mist was the final photo that surrounded that of the group’s illustrious leader, The Dropped Apostrophe.
“It looks like we have the ingredients to a really good team here,” The Lady pondered, before lifting the photo of The Dropped Apostrophe again, with a sigh. “With their help, I should be able to get my hands on the rarest of rare jewels – they’ll all soon be mine!”
Smiling, she tidied all the photos together, deliberately putting the Apostrophe at the bottom of the pile, and whispered “such a pity we have a nincompoop in charge!” under her breath.
Part Two of this ongoing story featuring the Co-Ordination of Supervillains is here, and part one, here.
This has also been posted for Six Sentence Stories, where the prompt word for this week is Ingredient.
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