Rise Of the Improbable Pigeon Man!

By Jeff Baker

Cecil pulled his Volkswagen into the alley and glanced up and down. No one in sight. The men he had been discreetly following had stolen the only sample of the secret miracle serum. They were holed up in the next building.

The police couldn’t get to them in time. Only one thing to do.

Cecil jumped into the backseat and quickly changed into the feathered costume and mask of Pigeon Man!

He stepped out of the car and took a few hopping steps forward and fluttered clumsily into the air. He couldn’t fly very fast, very far or very high but it would be enough. He rose up until he was able to land on the second story fire escape outside the window. There, he listened. Like pigeons do.

Secret plans being hatched. A message was going to be sent via a text from a burner phone. By an accomplice not even in the city at an appointed time.

Clever.

Cecil listened and then, a feather from his costume tickled his nose and he sneezed!

The three men looked up. Had he pulled away from the window in time? They were coming!

The roof! Only place to hide!

He fluttered upward as the men stuck their heads out the window but didn’t look up.

Cecil began to lose altitude before he reached the roof. He plopped down, onto the heads of the three men who were now out cold on the fire escape.

Cecil called the police, didn’t give his name. Didn’t even give the name Pigeon Man. Not yet.

He fluttered back to the Volkswagen and drove off.

The world might not give a second glance at Cecil but they would soon marvel at the awesome might of…

He sneezed again.

Gotta take the feathers off the damn costume.

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