In which Bomb Cyclone realizes she can execute more plans (and people) with a partner-in-crime
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Bomb Cyclone.”
She nodded. “Greetings, Ice Shrapnel.”
“What’s a hot-head like you doing in a place like this?” Ice Shrapnel sipped her frozen mocha and inched toward her snow throwing star.
“Oh, Ice…may I call you ‘Ice’? I was in the neighborhood and thought, hey, why spend time and money for a trip to a frozen wasteland far, far away when there was one right,” she tapped her finger on an ice table and a small bomb appeared, “here?”
“Ah, B…may I call you ‘B’? Needed to cool down after your hot date last night?” Ice snickered. “Saw your mishap in the paper this morning – thwarted again. Now where did I put that news…oh, yes, it’s right,” she tapped her finger on the side of her drink and an ice dagger appeared, “here.”
B rolled her eyes. “Duh…you’re way over there. I can throw a bomb.”
Ice leaned forward. “I can throw a dagger.”
“Why do you bother with those toys?”
“Why do you wear a mask?” Ice snarled.
“Why do you carry a snowflake?”
“It’s called a shuriken, bomb-for-brains!”
“It looks stupid, slush-for-brains!”
“Hey!” Ice threw the dagger at B’s feet. “You’re melting my floor!”
B jumped then looked down at the puddle by her feet. “Oh. Sorry about that. So. You saw the paper?”
“Yes. Rosebud Rain. Blasted, little twit. I’d like to… Wait. What just happened here?”
B looked at the now-empty table. “Huh. I’m not sure. Well, I guess I’ll be going.” She turned to leave. “Rosebud,” she mumbled, “what kind of a name is that?”
Ice Shrapnel barked, “the kind for a fool with flower powers.”
B stopped. She sunk to the floor, shaking.
“If you’re going to be sick, be a dear and blow a hole through the floor first. Throw up into that. Better yet…”
“Fool…” B hiccupped, “with…” she turned, tears streaming down her face, “flower powers,” she burst into laughter.
Ice stood, frozen. “What is this?” She turned to B, frowning. “You. Go.” She pointed to the door.
“I’m leaving,” B got up. “Except, you know, there is a slightly better chance…nah, never mind. Later, Ice.”
“Oh, please. Don’t try to bait me with your psychological crap. You need help beating that…” Ice chuckled, “flower power.”
“Well, with my bombs and cyclones, your spear and snowflake…”
“How about…snow throwing star?”
Ice sighed. “Fine.”
B smirked. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
Stay tuned for more action and adventure with Bomb Cyclone…