“Are you sure we’re doing this right?” Bernard asked.
The super-villain formerly known as Hercules, now known as Steve handed two more rocks down to Bernard. “Sure, dig hole, line with rocks, fill with fire. Couldn’t be simpler, I got instructions from the internet and everything.”
Bernard placed the last two stones on the bottom of the pit and started working on lining the sides. It was large enough for him to maneuver around comfortably, and deep enough that only his head was sticking out of the pit. “Why the sudden interest in cooking in a hole?”
“I’m retired; it’s oddly boring. So I’ve taken up online cooking classes, along with a few other hobbies.” Steve’s hobbies included six handmade wooden surfboards on one edge of the beach and a stargazing tower, easily seen from every part of the island.
Other wooden structures and sculptures now dotted the island, ranging from the mundane to the fantastical. “Dude, you’re not going to last at this rate. I could arrange for you to come back to the community as a hero, or disaster relief work.”
“I went to a lot of trouble for this island, and I’m staying here. I even convinced my daughter to visit on the holidays.”
“How’s that going?”
“She might be bringing her boyfriend.”
“Could be worse, I wish my daughter just had poor taste in men.”
Steve laughed, harder than was appropriate. Offering a hand to Bernard he pulled him out of the pit. “She probably does, I saw the pictures of that alien’s real face.”
“Don’t remind me, the union was trying to promote me to ambassador and send me to their home world. I had to shut that down hard.”
“So the imminent war people on the internet keep speculating about?”
“Not going to happen, but we will have to be on the lookout for passive aggressive attempts as colonialism.”
“Business as usual then.” Steve started throwing logs down into the pit until there was a good sized pile of them. He then dropped a small incendiary device to light them; Bernard suspected it was some detonator.
“No way that is how you’re supposed to light the fire.”
“I have some C-4, but you aren’t supposed to cook with it.”
“Ooh fire.” Keanan said as he floated over the treetops. “Jessica get the marshmallows.”
He was in his golem form looking pristine and not at all like he had been sparring with Jessica. Jessica was looking slightly worse for wear as she exited the trees, her visor cracked.
“Do you even have marshmallows, Steve?” She asked.
“Of course he does, my mom built the pantry and wrote the restocking algorithms, he has marshmallows.”
“Where does your food come from?” Bernard asked.
“I never got the chance to ask Alecia, and now I’m honestly afraid to find out at this point,” Steve admitted, “it just shows up in the pantry.”
“There is an unfortunate amount of black box Prysim tech floating around these days. I think people started finding her labs. We still haven’t found her money yet.”
“Oh it’s the NewYork stock exchange, and the Hong Kong one, and Australia.” Shatter said, “Also controlling portions of most investment banks, I get it all when I turn eighteen.”
“Why do none of you look surprised?” Bernard asked.
“I own most of the Shanghai exchange,” Steve said.
“I got a couple pharmaceutical companies, and a handful of controlling interests in some tech companies,” Jessica answered.
“Most of them.”
“Damn it,” Bernard, prevented from saying anything else on the matter as his phone rang. “I’m on vacation.”
“Sir, you and your daughter just escaped from the orbital prison.”
“Of course we did. I’m on vacation you guys can handle it.” He hung up on the man. “How long till we put the pig in?”