The Peerless Man With a Thousand Gifts

190 The Time Bomb

Afternoon commuters of Springfield wondered whether a Grand Prix racer was doing his rounds in the city. All they saw was a blitz, a rider blazing past at over 200 miles per hour through the highways and streets without hitting the brakes.

Victor reached his ancestral home at the other end of the city in five minutes. He cast the bike aside at the driveway and rushed into the main gate. Over a dozen agents in suits buzzed around, speaking into their radios and cell phones in panic. A sense of urgency had washed over the area.

As Victor arrived, they all stood in attention and bowed their heads. It was a rare event for foot soldiers of the NWO to see Caesar in person.

Victor ignored them and dashed into his grandfather's home. Edgar was seated on an armchair in his bedroom, overlooking the backyard through a window. As his grandson entered, he offered him a warm smile.

"Do you remember how you used to practice basketball all by yourself in the backyard?" he asked with melancholy in his