Curveball

Superheroes are real. Someone wants to kill them all.

Liberty, America's first and most famous superhero, has been murdered. As most of the nation mourns, a few wonder if there's more to the story than people are being told. Heroes and villains come together to learn the truth behind the crime, and uncover a conspiracy much larger -- and more deadly -- than they expected.

What is Project Recall?

Start from the beginning

A Rake by Starlight

Politics is dirty. Piracy is just a little smudged.

Grif Vindh, Captain of the Fool's Errand, has a problem: he just stumbled across the single most dangerous thing in his part of the galaxy. It isn't a thing he would have looked for, if he'd known about it, but since he has it he figures he might as well try to sell it.

The problem is, it's not the kind of thing you can sell without taking a side... and taking sides makes you a walking target for all the other sides you didn't take.

Start from the beginning.

Pay Me, Bug!

Never bet against your Captain.

Grif Vindh, Captain of the Fool's Errand, just pulled off the job of a lifetime... but with great success comes unwanted attention. The government he stole from wants to find out how, and they've sent one of their best to track him down. A second government wants him to do it again, and they're willing to blackmail him to do it.

Start from the beginning.

Homecoming: Part Four

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Curveball, by Christopher Wright
Haruspex Analytics

The board room is large and windowless. It’s the first time Jason Kline has ever been in it, and something feels off balance. He fidgets in his seat, occasionally rubbing his eyes, chastising himself for not getting enough sleep the night before.

“Mr. Kline, how long have you been employed at Haruspex Analytics?”

The room is dimly lit, and The Chairman is almost covered in shadow. Jason can see him at the far end of the table, but not clearly. He’s leaning back in his chair, chin resting on his hand. The light is too dim to see his expression. Jason expects that’s intentional.

The other members of the board are easier to see, but they stare at him impassively, waiting for his answer. They’re not your usual board—there’s a pretty good mix of sexes, races, even ages. One of the board members actually looks younger than Jason. But they all stare at him impassively, betraying no emotion, waiting for his response. It adds to the unevenness of the room.

“Five years, sir.” Jason’s voice cracks slightly. There’s something wrong with the room and he can’t figure out what it is.

The Chairman waves slightly with his free hand, and a holographic image displays in the middle of the table. Jason has seen this once or twice, and the technology is fascinating: it always looks like you’re looking directly at a flat display, no matter what angle you view it from. It appears to be his personnel file.

Homecoming: Part Three

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Curveball, by Christopher Wright
Arrival, NYC

The Greyhound bus comes to a shuddering halt at the 42nd Street Port Authority Bus Terminal, rocking slightly in place before the bus doors open and passengers shuffle out one by one. CB steps down on to the curb, rubbing his neck as he tries to work out all the kinks that come from sleeping hunched over on a bus bench. He waits silently as the driver opens up the baggage area, then joins the mob of other passengers as they fish through the luggage, finally picking up his own: an old green army bag. He throws the bag over his shoulder and makes his way down 8th Avenue, grateful for a chance to stretch his legs.

It’s the middle of the day; the street is filled with people. It’s a far cry from Farraday City, where almost everything important happens at night. But he knows it will be just as busy at night as it is during the day. There’s a reason it’s called “the city that never sleeps.”

Homecoming: Part Two

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Curveball, by Christopher Wright
Manhattan, 1977

CB, Sin and Billy lean against a chain link fence separating a back alley from the sidewalk. The fence is cold, but the trio sport expressions of disinterest and unconcern. CB is a thin, tall, lanky young man with thick, spiky hair. He watches each pedestrian as they pass hurriedly by, his cigarette drooping out the side of his mouth in a sneering fashion. His hands are thrust into the pockets of a ragged, gray German pea coat covered in makeshift patches and safety pins. Sin, a heavyset, bald Asian, wears a thick, green army jacket and an utterly bored expression. He tilts his head back against the fence and watches people passing by through mostly closed eyes. Billy, the shortest of the three, wears a worn leather jacket two sizes too small. His bleach-white hair is combed into a “v” shape that falls down over his forehead.

“I’m bored,” Sin says. A woman passing in front of them sidesteps three paces at the sound of his voice, looks at them nervously, and hurries on.

CB grins. “Just wait. They’ll be here any minute.”

“Hope so,” Billy grumbles. “I’m cold.”

CB glances at Billy, annoyed. “Nobody’s making you stay.”

“Shut up, CB. It’s cold is all I’m saying. And don’t tell me you don’t feel it, even with that coat.”

CB shrugs. “They should show up soon. Yeah, there we go. Look down there. That’s the van.”

Sin and Billy look. A black-and-gold custom Dodge van drives slowly down the street toward them. It has smoke-tinted windows, revealing only a vague, indistinct shape in the driver’s seat.

Sin arches an eyebrow. “That?”

CB frowns. “Yes, that. What?”

“It seems sort of…” Sin trails off, looks hard at the van, then shrugs. “It seems sort of hip for something a villain would drive.”

Homecoming: Part One

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Curveball, by Christopher Wright
Obituary

ALEXANDER THOMAS MORGAN, 1920-2011. Soldier, hero, and humanitarian, he died at the age of 91.

Alexander Morgan, son of Ira and Adelle Morgan, born February 17, 1920 in Baltimore, MD. His father was a sailor and veteran of World War I. Morgan was raised to love his country, and had often said his father’s example instilled in him a desire to serve in the Armed Forces from a very early age. At the age of 18 he joined the Army, and immediately volunteered for the now-famous Project Paragon, the United States’ response to Germany’s Ubermann Initiative. As the most successful and visible “byproduct” of Project Paragon, he fought on the front lines against the Axis and became a rallying figure for many of the soldiers across all Allied forces, not just American, but British, French, even Russian.

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