Dr. Alchemy sits atop the Gothic Revival Tribune Tower in Chicago, legs dangling over the edge of the tall ledge he's perched on, the Philosopher's Stone in one hand, and a smaller book than usual in the other. He's having to use a metal clip to keep the pages open where he wants them, given the high winds this far up, so he's less than happy. Any ( Read more... )

Somewhere deep in Louisiana, hell has come to earth ( Read more... )

One of his lieutenants signals with a handwave. "Target is within five hundred meters."

The captain of this vessel leans back in his chair and steeples his hands thoughtfully.

I want a clean spread. Ravager and Carcheron take the above and below flanks, Perseus and Kanashimi on port and starboard, Sibilant behind. We'll flank her in front. All ( Read more... )

It's dark, and that's how Black Manta prefers it ( Read more... )