Calvin's Finest

Chapter Two- J'Accuse!

Tracer Bullet arrived at his destination relatively earlier than Stupendous Man. The crimson bolt ruined any chance that the detective had, however, of stealth.

The two were inside a hanger. Dimly lit, but an odd, circular ship was in the middle. It was painted an odd red color, and had a dome protruding from it. A figure clad in blue spandex was waxing it and talking to himself.

"During downtime, our hero wisely waxes up his ship, preparing for his next intergalactic scuffle." The vain figure muttered, pausing to admire his reflection on the ship's surface. "Hey, who's that good looking guy?" He chuckled.

"You honestly think that this guy could do it?" Stupendous Man whispered as the figure began to whistle the theme from "Jetsons" to himself.

"Absolutely." Tracer smiled, putting his hand on the trigger of his gun. "I know he did it."

"He's a conceited blowhard!" Stupendous Man countered. "Heck, he probably couldn't even take over an uninhabited planet... he'd starve if he couldn't somehow find some sort of ice cream."

At this point, Stupendous Man noticed that the target of his lecture had slipped behind a larger blue ship.

"Our hero, the intrepid Spaceman Spiff, now begins his checklist. Goggles. Check. Smile. Check. Pen for autographs. Check." The figure continued.

Tracer knew that it was now or never. In a short amount of time, the target of his plot would notice him. It was then that he decided to strike.

He then jumped out from behind the ship. "Keep your hands where I can see 'em." Tracer stated, no trace of emotion in his voice.

"Try to take me alive, space scum!" The blonde stranger screamed, firing his gun at the detective.

Tracer muttered a few dark words to himself as the ducked to one side of the rays of light. Something needed to be done.

Just then, a blast from the gun hit Stupendous Man's cape. Tracer's cool suddenly broke, and he cringed as Stupendous Man's gloves picked up the shards of fabric falling from the broken cape.

He'd been shot. He'd been crushed. He'd nearly died. But nobody messed with the cape. All that Tracer heard was a battle cry, then he saw a red flash, and the spaceman was down on the ground.

"Is there a problem, guys?" the fallen Spaceman Spiff inquired as Stupendous Man frantically looked around for a substitute cape.

"Not if you cooperate." Tracer's deep voice boomed. He put one pistol in his shoulder holster, but kept one in his left hand. He was, after all, a man of action.

"All right, then, Joe." Spiff desperately smiled. "The name's Spaceman Spiff, explorer of the cosmos."

Tracer muttered something that Stupendous Man picked up with his Stupendous Hearing. Stupendous then turned to the astronaut. "Did you or did you not commit a series of robberies in stores on Oak Grove on the 29th of March?"

"Chill, man. I didn't rob anybody." Spiff hastily replied.

Tracer sighed as he let Spiff up from under his foot. Another lead wound up dead. Hopefully the next lead would be the right one.