Previous Post It had been a long time since Hatman had flown by commercial airline. He was used to flying in LairJets or under his own power. But since his powers had burned out fighting the Carnifex and he didn't feel justified in using a Lair Legion craft for his trip to Candia, here he was in the James Richardson Airport in Winnipeg, waiting for his flight home. Jay sat in a small seating area; the international terminal was much smaller than the domestic terminal. Winnipeg was traditionally a traffic hub for cross-country flights, as it was situated physically in the center of Canada along the United States border. Therefore all international flights out of the airport met a connection in a larger airport closer to the coast. A new terminal was under construction, but would not be ready for many months. There were a couple of televisions spread throughout the terminal, and Jay would occasionally set his book down and glance up at them. He looked up just in time to see a special bulletin come up on the CBC news. A pretty redhead introduced the segment. "We go now live to a press conference with the world-famous Lair Legion. The American-based superteam is expected to unveil a new leader, as former leader, the Canadian Hatman, has stepped down for personal reasons. The former deputy leader CrazySugarFreakBoy! has been strongly rumoured to be the new leader of the team." The Lair Legion was not advertising that Hatman had lost his powers. Better the criminal element thought there was a chance Hatman could swoop in to aid the Legion at any time. Hatman watched as CrazySugarFreakBoy! addressed the massive throng of reporters. Hatman had been at many a line-up change press conference before, and he had never seen so many reporters at any of those events. The prospect of CSFB! off the leash was guaranteed ratings. Hatman watched as CSFB! outlined his plans for the global expansion of the Lair Legion. He saw the wired wonder mouth off to reporters, ignore the criticisms of his plans, and pretty much bewilder the entire crowd. Through it all Hatman sat calmly and watched. When it was over, he picked up his carry on bag and walked up to the airline desk. "Excuse me? I'd like to change my flight," he told the clerk. "What destination sir?" "Somewhere with no internet, television, or telephones please. Window seat preferred."

I expect to next see Hatty in a hammock on an island beach with a straw hat sipping cocktails.