The Super Killer

Ch.14

"Good evening and welcome to Tucker Carlson Tonight. The news business is a very small place—some might call it incestuous—and most of the people who do this weird job for a living know each other. Many have worked together over the years, so it's not surprising that a number of people on this network, including myself, have worked across the dial at the Daily Globe. And as any of us can and will be happy to tell you, the Daily Globe has always been a liberal place. That's because it's run by Amber Stone, an aggressive left winger who works from a shadowy lair hidden high above the newsrooms. Well, today, the Daily Globe's secretive dwarf queen slithered to her intercom and summoned her minions, muahahaha. From across the news empire, they gathered at her beckoning, each with talking points ready. One of those minions joins us today and is my guest, the reporter who broke the story of the fallen supers, an old friend of mine, Heather Gein. Welcome."

Go fuck yourself Tucker, we were never friends. "It's good to be here and nice to see you again. You're looking well."

"So, tell me, how are things over at the Daily Globe since my departure? Do you all miss me?"

We miss calling you baby bitch in a bow tie. "Of course you're missed, but I'm happy you found a suitable home. You fit right in."

Tucker laughed because the teleprompter told him to. "Now tell me, the last time we spoke, you were a nobody, a total loser, and now you broke not one, not two, but three superhero deaths. How does that happen? Did Amber tell you where to find the bodies?"

If she did, you'd be the first found. "Of course not, we were just one step ahead of the super killer. And I'd like to remind you that Amber Stone represented our great country in six Olympic Games and brought home more gold medals than any other athlete in the competition's history. She's a true patriot and would never do anything to hurt our supers."

"Except for when they become president and want to make America super again. Then you can't report or even mention our supers in a positive light."

That's because he's a Nazi pretending to be a superhero. "We all have our focus, no different from your program or your boss."

"That's slander! We never show a bias, ever! This isn't the Daily Globe where Amber Stone would have you arrested for a conservative thought."

Heather smiled. She said, "It's a good thing no one can be arrested for what they think."

Tucker's face grew grim as he looked off-screen. His tone changed. The act was over. "What's going on here?"

Heather turned away from Tucker and noticed that all the cameras were off and pointed at the ground. A short, plump man emerged from the back of the studio. Heather recognized him from the interrogation room. It was the important man, the lead investigator of the SCU, and he was staring at Heather with a wild look in his cold eyes.

"Turn the cameras off," he said, waving his badge in the air. "Everything off."

"Who are you?" asked Tucker.

"You, shut up. Heather Gein, come with me."

"What for? Am I under arrest?"

"As per amendment 9, subclause B of the Super Patriot Act, you're being detained for the security of our nation."

"Holy shit," exclaimed Tucker. "What did you do?"

There was pain in Heather's heart. "I need to call my husband."

"No," snapped the super investigator. "Not until we're through." He turned to Tucker and said, "If you even think about reporting these events, then the government will sue you into bankruptcy, and you will spend the rest of your life poor. Is this clear?"