Leon Finds His Mojo
Leon stormed back to his desk. Seeing the evil unfold before him today pushed him over the edge. The stack of invoices on his desk would have to wait. He spent the rest of the day planning his next moves. Luckily, it was Friday. If the weekend went as planned, he could be changing lives as early as Monday. That night, he worked furiously on his costume. He hoped to have completed it by midnight, but couldn’t quite get the chest logo right. Exhaustion trumped enthusiasm as he reluctantly went to bed. His morning had a slow start. He wanted a cape, but couldn’t get it to flow right. After a few trips to the fabric store, the cape looked just right. Now, all I need is a name.