Janice stood by the food vendor’s open door. “One deep-fried candy bar for the lovely lady.” The vendor leaned out with a smile on her face. With a deft hand, he swapped the food for the five dollar bill in Janice’s hand.
“That stuff is gonna be the death of you,” a man said approaching Janice. “Not to mention destroy all those workouts you do.”
Janice turned with a scowl on her face to face the voice. The grimace turned to a smile as she connected eyes with the man. “Harold! You made it.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for anything,” Harold said. “One of four times we get together without fighting.”
“Yeah,” Janice said around a mouth full of melted candy bar. “Plus it’s public, so plenty of witnesses.”
“You’re my sister,” Harold affected a stunned look. “I would never dream of hurting you.”
“Putting me in the ICU is another matter.” Janice rolled her eyes as she tilted her head, still munching on the candy bar.
“I’ve apologized for that.” Harold leaned in close. “And I made sure Shox paid for it.”
“It’s good to see my big brother still looks after me.” Janice pulled in the last of the candy bar and tossed the stick in a garbage can. “Does he still not like midway rides?” She glanced in the direction of a large sign pointing to the rides.
“You know they make me sick.” Harold moved for the sign, following Janice’s lead. “But you are welcome to ride them all you want.”
“Let me get this straight,” Janice said walking towards the midway. “You fly at high rates of speed. Perform complex maneuvers in fights. Free fall from great heights and pull off fantastic feats at the drop of a hat without practice. But a little hurky jerk on a rollercoaster and up comes lunch.”
“What can I say,” Harold said with a smile. “I’m just born this way.” He continued to walk with his sister.
“Speaking of being born this way,” Janice said, moving closer to her brother. “Have you heard about the bill that Senator Carlton is pushing?”
“Yup,” Harold answered. “My team is working on a rebuttal as we speak.”
“The last time you rebutted something like this, six people died.” Janice by ring toss booth.
Harold handed the attendant a five dollar bill and took three rings. He tossed the first ring and it landed on the neck of a bottle. “Correction. Six bigots died.”
“They were still people.” Janice looked around. No one was really paying their conversation any attention.
“They even whined when you and your team saved the rest.” Harold tossed the next two rings in rapid succession. Both sunk onto a bottleneck. The barker handed him a large stuffed dog. Janice gave a mock golf clap.
“You didn’t have to fill their lungs with gas.” Janice reached for the dog. “They didn’t even have filters or masks.” She continued on her previous path.
“It was self defense.” Harold walked next to Janice. “They shot and killed Lariat. Even the news had that one on video.”
“OK,” Janice said. “I’ll give you that. But being violent doesn’t help.”
“Passive is too slow and the results are flakey at best.” Harold pointed to another game of chance. This one the milk bottles.
Janice put down a ten and demanded six balls. The attendant handed over seven. “Good luck lady.”
“You’ve barely managed to stop legislature and deter riots over civil liberties off Meta-Humans.” Harold, holding the large dog, watched Janice’s technique.
“Well,” Janice said, flinging a side armed pitch that knocked over all three metal milk bottles. “At least no one get hurt.”
“Are you kidding?” Harold laughed. “You’ve put people in the hospital. Even dished out a few permanent limps.”
The attendant stepped back from setting up the bottles. Janice flung her next ball. “OK, so people get hurt. On both sides.” All three bottles crashed again. “It seems that both of us are gaining ground, but just very slowly.” The attendant moved to set the bottles up again.
“True.” Harold nodded. “But I don’t have to keep reminding people. I say something once, and they get it.”
In a quick fire motion, Janice sent the next three balls at three other pyramids of milk bottles. The attendant looked at the mess of bottles, then back to Janice. She waved the last ball. Letting out a heavy sigh, the attendant set one set of bottles. No sooner had he stepped back, then Janice let the last ball fly, once again knocking them over. The attendant looked at Janice and she pointed to an extra large stuffed panda bear. The attendant handed the bear to Janice, who handed it to Harold.
“How’s the intimidation thing working for you?” Janice held the prize Harold had won for her. “You are a wanted felon and murderer.”
“I’m not a wanted felon, Smoke is.” Shifting the large panda under an arm, Harold added, “And I never killed anyone without provocation. All of them are pure selfdefense, provable in any court of law.”
“Harold,” Janice said, walking down the midway. “We both want the same thing, I get it.” She moved to allow a young couple to walk by. “It is our approach that separates us.”
“Which makes you the hero and me the villain.” Harold stepped next to his sister. “I love these outings. Peaceful and they remind me what an endearing sap you are.” He smiled and kissed her cheek.
“You’re not a villain,” Janice said. “You’re my brother.” She smiled as Harold walked through the exit and into the dark of the field beyond.