Sammy Fortune, less commonly known as Samuel Farrah, had earned his nickname because of his uncanny ability to predict the future with startling accuracy. From what Kai knew of him, his power was such that he would know the groups’ intent to pay him a visit. Hopefully, he would have a pot of coffee brewing for their arrival.
As Kai and his band of would-be heroes approached the three-story detached home of Sammy and his many adopted children, a tall man with soft brown eyes and a greying wiry afro came out to meet them as Meredith fumbled with the gate latch.
“Come now; we’ve been waiting for you. You’re late,” Sammy boomed in a voice that matched his size.
“We are?” Kai queried sceptically. It was difficult to be late to an appointment you had never made.
“Hmm.” The tall man opened
