Sean gulped. The row of darkly clad men that was the Heroes Licensing Board looked very bored. Not a good sign.
“Sean Nelson, you have applied to receive a hero license,” a tall, rectangular man declared. “Upon review of your application, you have been denied. Any questions may be referred to me, Blakely Anderson. Thank you.”
There was a short pause while the Board dispersed, and Blakely Anderson waited for Sean to make his way over.
“Questions?” he said wearily. “Why weren’t you good enough? What can you do to fix it?”
“Well, yes,” said Sean.
“You weren’t good enough because you’re only a mediocre swordsman and you’re not charming with the Ladies, and to fix it, you can go find someone to train you as a sidekick. The problem with you kids,” he said paternally, “is that you assume you know everything and that you can learn to be a hero after you get your license. Such is not the case. You must learn to be a hero before you receive your license. Go get someone to teach you before you bother us again.”
"Screw the Heroes Licensing Board," Sean replied. "The Nefarious Villains Club is more fun, anyway." He pulled his sabre from its sheath, watched the metal glitter under the harsh fluorescent lights, then plunged it into Blakely Anderson's gut.
"Mediocre swordsman my ass," he grumbled as he headed for the door.
Opening: Christie Roy.....Continuation: T.K. Marnell