Attack of the Evil Grandfathers: Escape.
Zeb had to admit it: as absurd villain team-ups went, the writers could have done much worse.
His current partner was fabulous at that techie-stuff. The Mad Thinker's hacking of the surveillance had hidden Zeb's little fast from the guards and, once his powers were in working order, lured them into his cell. Then the suckers had unlocked the doors
for them and ...'escorted' them out. Now, they were planning their next move over a shish kebab. Well, part planning. Part showing off pictures of the grandkids, as they pulled little bits of film-study off the internet.
Such as footage of a couple of Alpha Flight members going to Easter Mass.
"Give me that thing for a minute, Denk?" And Zeb took the stolen eyephone and sent off a voice message. "
Melanie. This is your Deda. Saw your easter pictures, kiddo. Bad enough, any blood of mine in a church, but the little white shoes and little white dress? You look like a fucking '70s nurse. Oh well. At least the writers decided to shake things up a
little. And this is just the prelude. Be seeing you!"
He turned it off, smiling. "What about you, Denk? Want to give your boy's little girl a preview, to listen to just as the view cuts back and forth from the news to her blank little face?"
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