The Avenger 20 - The Green Killer (18 page)

Everything was fine. But on the calm face of The Avenger was no look of triumph. No expression of any kind. The restless, pale eyes looked unseeingly ahead. They were not viewing the landscape, those colorless, infallible eyes. Marge and Stahl, not as familiar with Benson as his aides, wondered what he was thinking.

Nellie could have told them. The Avenger had no sense of a job done, with the frustration and capture of Heber’s crew. His job would never be done, till death caught him.

That job was the fighting of all criminals, everywhere, to avenge the hideous thing that had seared his life and turned him into a crime-fighting machine.

This was why he had become, not a man, but a machine.

The Avenger.

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