Mr. Chen’s Decision
“Alright Mr. Chen, just sign here,” Franz said, pushing the form across his desk.
Mr. Chen sat up in his seat and leaned over to read it. He picked up the pen and was about to sign his name when he stopped.
“No one will know about this? I can’t have this getting out,” Mr. Chen said.
Jaster’s Return
"Come in," Jaster said, his eyes still stuck in his Super Villain Quarterly magazine.
A small, hunched over man came limping in with a crutch under his arm. His hair was dirty, face bruised and puffy. His clothes were drenched and smelt like urine that had been sitting in the toilet all day in the middle of summer.
Jaster scrunched his face upon smelling the foul odor that walked through his door. He looked up from his magazine and then slammed it on his desk.
"What happened to you?"
"The heroes, sir. They attacked me."