Dancer found himself in a room full of perhaps twenty others. They all stood, milling around waiting.
“What’s going on?” Dancer asked Vixen. She merely smiled.
A loud banging from the front of the room brought them all to attention and Dancer was shocked to see Comet standing at a podium.
“Welcome, fellow resistance fighters!” Comet began. “Thank you all for being here.”
The strength and confidence in Comet’s voice baffled Dancer. This was the drug-addled buffoon, the “comic relief” of the Team?
“As your cell leader,” Comet was saying, “I want to commend you all on your work during this crucial time. The day is coming when we will be free of the tyranny of Claus and his thugs.”
Everyone cheered. Even Dancer joined in. Comet raised his arms to silence the crowd and continued, “As we enter this next phase, you will all coordinate with your squad leaders. It’s crucial we all know our roles.”
Comet surveyed the room. “You have all risked much to stand here, to oppose the evil regime that has oppressed us for too long. It is truly an honor. Thank you.”
Applause filled the room. Moments later everyone but Dancer and Vixen had formed into groups. Comet came over, embraced Dancer and said, “I’m so glad you’re here. I’m sorry about your brother.”
Dancer nodded, but only said, “Comet, uh… Wow. Just, wow.” Comet laughed and assumed his usual drawl, “Dude, like, welcome to The Resistance!”
Moral: Don’t judge a dude by its cover.
Be sure to visit the other writers who are participating in this year’s BlogFestivus:
Shouts from the Abyss
Fix It or Deal
Lynn Schneider Books
1 Point Perspective
So I Went Undercover
Joe Owen’s Blog
Blog It or Lose It!
Voice in Me
Apprentice, never master
A Year of Daily Posts
The Day After
A Spoonful of Suga