“Kids these days, they’re really missin’ out, Ron. Back when we was young, we had all sorts of superheroes to follow. Superman, Captain America, even that plastic guy. Each month was a new adventure. They’d fight some super villain, and in the end the good guy always won.” I say as Ron nods to appease me while tending to his grill. “These days, we could use Superman. He could take care of this whole problem in an hour. And all he’d want in return was to see us smile and feel safe. Wouldn’t even ask for any payment.”
Ron throws another fresh burger over the hot coals and stares past me towards the main gate. As I continue, I am interrupted by a loud thud next to me.
“Would you mind keeping the guts away from my meat?” Ron asks his newest customer sarcastically. The man responds by tossing his blood stained ZED into the nearby grass.
“Sorry, Ron, sometimes I forget where I am,” the man replied before removing his helmet and pads; placing his protective gear next to his seat. “It’s just that I’m starving. I worked up such an appetite today; I got 27 kills on my own. How’s about double bacon cheeseburger with the works, some fries, and a milkshake?”
Ron laughed as he served up a freshly cooked burger to the man and left him to eat. He made his way back over to me and said, “Who needs Superman when you’ve got the Corps?”