Zach has returned to Merinda’s hotel but before he sees her, he needs to question super human Twoa Thompson to learn if her company, HyperUltraMegaMart, might want to see Merinda dead. Readers decided that he should get straight to the point with her.
“So Zach, I repeat, why did your hologram summon me?” Twoa asks, releasing her grip, letting me drop to the ground.
“Ah, well I won’t beat around the bush; I understand you own a nice portion of HUMM…” I say slowly.
Twoa nods. “Yes, superhero work doesn’t pay well especially since I wreck so many buildings and hovers and stuff. It’s nice to have the income rolling and rolling in.”
“I assume you are aware of the impending talks between the Earth and Mars,” I say.
Twoa locks her gaze with mine. “Yes, of course.” I swear I see a bit of steam coming out of her ears, her face turns slightly redder. “I don’t think I’m going to like where you are going with this.”
“Well, you have to admit HUMM would lose some profits if the Earth started importing products from Mars.”
Twoa moves forward faster than my eyes can detect. She grabs me and the next thing I know I’m flying upwards towards the ceiling of the hotel.
“You really do have a way with people,” HARV says in my head. “I think you should listen to my suggestion to switch colognes… It may not help, but it couldn’t hurt…”
I brace for impact. I’m pretty sure this is going to hurt but nothing my body underarmor can’t handle. I stop suddenly just centimeters from crashing into the ceiling. I feel myself floating gently back to the ground. Out of the corner of my eye I see Carol has just gotten out of the elevator and entered the lobby.
“I called Carol when Twoa arrived,” HARV informs me. “I thought we might need some backup.”
“You have such little faith in me,” I tell him just as my feet touch back gently on the ground.
Carol comes storming over towards us, her hair rippling with energy. “Not cool, Twoa!” she shouts, pointing an accusing finger.
Twoa rolls her eyes. “You’re not the only one with telekinetic powers,” she says to Carol. “I was just funning Zach a bit, superhero to sidekick. I wasn’t going to let him crash.”
“Twoa, one, I don’t call tossing me into the ceiling fun, and two, more importantly, I am NOT your sidekick.”
“Yes, if anything he is my sidekick,” HARV chimes in.
“I’m nobody’s sidekick!” I shout.
span style=”color:#000000;” id=”para17″>”Not with an attitude like that,” Twoa tells me.
“Agreed,” HARV says with a nod towards Twoa.
“Do you want me to zap her?” Carol asks me.
It’s a tempting offer. But truthfully, despite Carol’s power, I’m sure if she could take on Twoa. I shake my head. “Not yet. I need to see if I can get some information out of her willingly.”
Twoa holds open her arms. “Zach, I really did come here to help.”
I shoot a finger into Twoa’s face. I figure if I talk fast I might get her to give up some 411. “So, what are HUMM’s interests in Earth and Mars relationships?”
Twoa puts her arm around me. I’m not sure if it’s meant to be a friendly gesture or if she wants to zap me with super pheromones. Either way, I like it.
“Zach, we at HUMM are all for opening up trade relations with Mars. In fact, we plan to negotiate with them to be the distributor of their goods here. After all, HUMM sells 88 percent of all goods and 3D printer plans on Earth either online or in our stores for those old fashion types. The way we see it, the more goods we have to offer the better. Our studies have shown the more people buy, the more they want to buy more.
“That is confirmed,” HARV said.
I have to admit that HyperUltraMaxMart working with Mars would make sense. It could be a win-win for both of them.
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