Fusion Fall Drabbles

by magdelapetrem

Dexter, boy genius, is followed through various points of the war, from dealing with his "stoopid" sister to dealing with the stress of being Earth's only hope.

6. Mordecai's Challenge

A sticky note sat on his desk. It read,

"Dexter,

Mordecai came over. He said it was important. Something about motorcycle racing. Are you old enough for that? And since when do you know how to drive, mister? ;)

-Dee Dee"

Dexter's blue eyes scanned it a final time before he picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Hello, Douglas, it's Dexter."

"Yes."

"Oh, the job is hard, but worth it."

"I'm up for the race."

"See you there."

He hung the phone up and grinned. With a swish of his lab coat, he was walking towards his garage, pulling a pair of keys out of his pocket. His purple-latex-gloved hands pressed a button, and the garage opened, revealing an array of various means of transportation, including an escape pod, cars resembling the Bat mobile, and planes. But he was heading for a sleek black motorcycle with a "D" on the front. The liscence plate read, "SpdDmn." He gave a dangerous smile before turning it on and flinging one leg over, speeding out of the garage with an audible ZOOM.

Mordecai was going down.