Brady Carmichael and the Poodle of Mass Destruction - The Kachina Shaman, Page 2

  Brady took it from him with a smile, “Oh Gramps, you’ve fixed the PODS! Awesome, thanks. I’ve been meaning to get to this. Last week was so busy with school and work. I had that term paper to write for humanities and then there was the tsunami in Indonesia we had to stop…”

  “Yes I did, and you’re welcome,” interrupted Gramps. “And this time they’re waterproof.”

  Brady slipped the chain around his head, “I’ve always liked these little guys,” he said and he pressed a button on the silvery back side of the pendant. Eight tiny white lights began glowing on the black front of the medallion. The light ebbed and flowed as if keeping time with an invisible drum beat. “Looks like they’re syncing up.”

  PODS stands for Personal Orbital Defense System. It was a project Brady and Gramps had been working on for quite some time. Though Brady and Fifi were both amazingly fast and strong, they could still get hurt like anyone else. They had tried heavy armor suits - Ironman was one of Brady’s favorite superheroes - but Fifi didn’t like them because she said full armor messed up her hair and was “stupid looking” on a dog.

  The light’s pulsing rhythm slowed and a red dot appeared in the middle of the pendant. It began to glow faintly in time with the others.

  “Looks like it’s warmed up,” Brady said, “Does it still respond to the same voice and hand commands?”

  Gramps nodded.

  “Try it out Brady.” Gramps told him, “I’d still suit up as usual, but these will be a nice addition to your toolbox.”

  In a clear voice Brady said the command word, “Shazam!” while at the same time opening his hands so all ten fingers were splayed out.

  There was a series of tiny clicks and as if by magic, the lights floated out of the pendant and began circling Brady. They orbited around him like tiny stars. Spinning and buzzing, they went faster and faster until it seemed like there were eight beams of pulsing light circling Brady’s body.