Society of Heroes with Indeterminate Talent

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Author: Sebastian H. Alive
that entrance." whispered Agent One.
    "What was wrong with it?"
    "You need to create a certain tension, a little bit of atmosphere.  Maybe inject a bit of fear into the bad guy.  If you can, you know, show a little excitement on your face."
    "I'm excited right now," said Captain Lullaby in a catatonic voice.  "Shall I do my entrance again?"
    "The moment has gone," replied Agent One stifling a yawn.  "I'm sorry, excuse me."
    "Shall I continue?"
    "Yes, by all means.  Now apprehend that villain." ordered Agent One pointing at Titus with his pen.  "Incapacitate him with a soothing song."
    "Hold on one ignorant second!" screeched Titus with his eyes bulging.  "You turn up and naturally assume it's the black guy committing the crime?  This is white-on-black, brother.  I'm the one getting robbed!"
    Captain Lullaby looked at the robber suspiciously who was making slow-lazy circles on the cement with a dirty trainer while trying to maintain an air of innocence.
    "Is this man robbing you, sir?"
    "He took everything I own." croaked the robber with his voice breaking.
    "You lying punk-ass white boy." shouted Titus.
    "What do I do, Agent One?" asked Captain Lullaby.
    "I'll tell you what I'm gonna' do, I'm gonna' get real mad, real fast in a moment," snarled Titus waving the knife in his hand.  "This punk just tried to rob me and now ya'll are trying to blame me.  It's because I'm black, right?"
    "Sir, I can assure you this is not racially motivated," said Agent One in a calm, authoritative tone.  "We will look at this objectively, without prejudice or a stereotypical viewpoint."
    Captain Lullaby scratched his chin thoughtfully as he looked at Titus and the robber in turn then shook his head before turning back to the agent.
    "What do we do?"
    "We need to react fast," whispered Agent One leaning in close.  "We're losing the situation."
    "But who's the robber?"
    "In situations such as this we need to forget about ethnicity, there is no color here," began Agent One.  "Crime is driven by proximity and opportunity and we need to take into account the society as a whole."
    Captain Lullaby nodded his head in understanding as they both stared at the two men in silence.  After a few long uncomfortable moments he turned back to the agent with an awkward look on his face.
    "So…which one is it?"
    "Beats me," answered Agent One.  "Let's run with the percentages.  The young boy in the hooded top looks like someone down on his luck, an easy target shall we say in a rough neighborhood.  Whereas the other guy looks like a hardened criminal, and doesn’t look like a very law-abiding person does he?"
    "I bet he's spent time inside prison," commented Captain Lullaby, narrowing his eyes and beating his fist into his palm.  "Could be a murderer too?"
    "A mass-murderer," added Agent One.  "Let's not discount the knife he's holding either."
    "He has a knife as well!" gasped Titus pointing at the robber in exasperation.
    "It's just a butter spreader," exclaimed the robber innocently.  "Who doesn’t carry a butter knife these days, right?"
    "He's right, might bump into Crumpet Girl." remarked Agent One.  "I think we know our man, don’t we, Captain Lullaby?"
    "Sure do." he answered.
    "Then take him out."
    "What's he gonna' do?" asked Titus fearfully.
    "He's going to sing to you." said Agent One.
    "He's going to what?"
    "Sing to you, directly to you.  That's his power; he has a very melodic singing voice."
    Captain Lullaby cleared his throat theatrically and took a deep slow breath.
    "Remember, breathe from your diaphragm." whispered Agent One.
    "I know, I know."
    "Are you really going to sing to me?" asked Titus grinning.
    "One song and one song only." said Captain Lullaby.  "Then it's lights out criminal.  Would you prefer the song in English or French?"
    "Oh, certainly French please!" mocked Titus.
    Suddenly he began singing in a beautiful, lilting voice and Titus's mouth dropped open in amazement as the words floated all around
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