For a large man, Vic could move silently when it suited him. When he reached the evergreens, he ducked through their branches as quietly as he could, inching forward to assess the situation. He could hear Roger cursing, a steady stream of expletives occasionally punctuated with, “Stop it, will you?” and “I’m gonna…” The rest of his threats were drowned out in vicious laughter Vic knew belonged to those two overweight punks who had been on his bus earlier that evening. He was looking forward to kicking their drunk asses.
As he cleared the trees, his super powered vision allowed him to see the scene before him as if the tennis courts were ablaze with light, even though they were still hidden in darkness. One jerk held the handlebars of Roger’s manual wheelchair and stood on a short wire ra
