“Sure it is. This baby’s a classic. Once we get that motor running we’ll be cooking with gas,” Fleabot said from his perch on Visionary’s yellow life preserver. “Not literally of course, since that’s a park violation.”

    Visionary looked over the boat once more. If Kerry had been there she would have caused the outboard motor to explode just by looking at it. Without using her powers. “I think I’ll stick to shore today.”

    Fleabot shook his head, not that Vizh could see it. “Doesn’t work that way on the lake, buddy. We need to get out to deeper water if we want to catch anything. Into the boat.”

    Vizh sighed and loaded his gear into the boat. He took another look at the motor, then hefted the oars. “Best not to uh, scare off the fish. Yeah,” Visionary reassured Fleabot. He rowed the two of them out into Lake of the Woods, about 200 yards off shore. “This should do it.” Vizh tipped his hat over his eyes and leaned back.

    “Before you get too comfortable, Mr. Master Angler, you might want to actually cast your line,” pointed out the ever helpful robotic flea.

Visionary grumbled. “I wanted to get right to the snoozing part.” Visionary baited his hook, then cast the line. He wedged the pole between the bench seat and the cooler. “Done and done. Can I get to the relaxing part now?”

A female voice from above ended any chance of relaxation. “Halt! Cease and desist immediately!”

    “Gah!” Vizh cried out in surprise and alarm. He thrashed around and nearly capsized the boat, definitely scaring any fish in the area.

“Do you have a fishing permit?” the girl hovering over him asked. A pink domino mask slightly obscured a pretty face framed with pulled back red hair. She wore a pink and white tank-top with pink wristbands, a short pink cape, and floodpants. Vizh also noticed the flip-flops.

“Beg your pardon?” asked the possibly fake man.

“Your fishing permit. It’s illegal to fish on the lake without one,” she replied helpfully.

“Um, yeah, it’s right here.” Vizh reached into his tackle box and pulled out the paper. He handed it to the girl.

She looked it over thoroughly, then gave it back. “Thank you very much Mr. Visionary. Sorry if I startled you before. We’ve been having problems with illegal fishing lately.”

“So you just fly around and yell at anyone you see?” asked Vizh. He wasn’t really criticizing, as he knew plenty of Legionnaires who did things that way, but he was curious.

“A superheroes work is never done. I like to make the big entrance.”

“You’re a superhero?”

“Of course I am! Why else would I be wearing a cape? I’m Kenora, Mistress of Power!” She struck a suitably impressive pose.

“Isn’t Kenora the name of the tourist town we’re staying in?” Vizh checked with Fleabot.

“Yup,” he confirmed. He would have said more, but he was having a hard time stifling his laughter.

“Why would you name yourself after a town?” asked Visionary.

“Why do you call yourself Visionary?” replied Fleabot from his shoulder.

“It’s my name, dammit!”

“Well, that’s her name.”

“Well no, my real name is Christina, but, oh no!!!” she exclaimed in horror. “Vob is gonna kill me!”

“Who’s Vob? And why would he kill you?” Vizh didn’t like killing, unless it involved Hacker Nine. He was pretty sure he could be consoled if that little puke got offed.

    “Vob Ontari, he’s our leader. I’m not supposed to share my secret identity! I’m going to be in so much trouble!”

    “Your leader?”

    “Yes, he’s the leader of the Lake Of The Woods Lair Legion!”

    “The what now?”

To be continued…