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Iron Mike Sweeney was ready for the cohting skills had been refined by a thousand battles, and through the teachings of his Zen master, Shinobi, his mind was cool, detached, receptive

Upon the War Machine he sat at the top of Corn Hill, watching the town below hiht had come upon the town, and Iron Mike, Eneh the War Machine’s circuitry Across Iron Mike’s chest was the strap supporting his satchel of fusion boe, and bound with a single unbreakable strand of a rare natural material siuised the bo Standard and Times He smiled thinly, amused at his own cleverness None of the Evil Ones would ever suspect that they were under attack He would ride down a fusion boo to warp drive and soar to a minimum safe distance of one thousand kilometers before he remote-​detonated the bombs Then the whole of Corn Hill, that wretched hive of scuenuclear fire Not even the minions of the Evil One could survive that Then the rest of Pine Deep could sleep in peace for another night, the lives and souls of all the true huain by Iron Mike Sweeney, the Enee predator bird, he looked at his transtemporal chronometer strapped to his muscular wrist

It was time

Very carefully he removed his cerebral-​interface fro the earpieces so that the data floould be perfect Then he touched the keypad of the InfinityMind uplink Immediately coded data flowed into him The InfinityMind was in one of its playful moods, Iron Mike noticed with a wry sewarrior of justice, sounded much like the Beastie Boys

"Let’s do it," Iron Mike said with a cold voice It was in fact what he always said right before battle

He touched an invisible button on his handle-​grips, releasing the engines froines online They purred like great cats With his thumb he activated the forward shields He never used the aft shields He was Iron Mike Sweeney: his back would never be toward the ene justice right down their throats!

"Let’s do it," he said again, lips curling back into a warrior’s sritted teeth

The War Machine leaped forward, accelerating smoothly as it shot down the steep decline of Corn Hill As he swooped doard the first of the Evil Ones’ lairs, Iron Mike thrust a hand into his satchel and gripped the first fusion bomb

"Eat this, alien scum!" he snarled and threw the boh the black shadows and the ht and arced over the hedges Iron Mike knew that they weren’t really hedges but holographic projections designed to disguise the front of the alien encampra thud on the red-​painted front portal The boround and lay there, destruction hidden in Iron Mike’s own deceptive covering

The Evil Ones are going to get a lot of bad news tonight , he thought, and grinned wolfishly

He sped on, zeroing in on his next target Target acquired, he delivered his next "special edition" and rode on, laughing with righteous triuods threw lightning to mark his way

Iron Mike Sweeney, the Enemy of Evil, rained destruction as he soared down Corn Hill, the warp nacelles on the War Machine channeling limitless power into every atoun!