A police motorcade whisked Montenez to the Ritz Marlton on Sherbrooke Street in Montreal. He guzzled a litre of sparkling water down and had a hot bath and despite being slowed by jet lag he rang Dr. Zodiac. They made plans to meet downstairs at the Maritime Bar in 20 minutes. They met and exchanged hugs and kisses Euro style. Dr. Zodiac brought Zenon Girov, his friend. They ordered double vodka martinis but no sooner had the drinks arrived than bellboys brought a pile of congratulatory telegrams for Montenez. One from the St. Jean Baptiste Society even asked him to be the Grand Marshall of their June parade. They found little peace at the bar so they headed to a charming restaurant in Old Montreal where they settled down to Cornish Hen a la Drapeau and several bottles of Alsatian Riesling.
Over Greek Metaxa brandy and coffee Dr. Zodiac formally introduced Zenon Girov who as you may recall was a serial killer in California. It was so in character that Dr. Zodiac tried the hardest with the most helpless. The good doctor mentioned that he had met with Squid yesterday. Squid had been rather cold when he was told by Montenez that Dr. Zodiac was one of the “gods” who had been in Bertie Foonbean’s milieu but when Dr. Zodiac told him he never agreed with the Greek God’s decision to more or less banish Foonbean the tension between Squid and Montenez vanished. Montenez wanted to convene a meeting with Squid and Montenez as the students in Greece protesting the Pornodopolus dictatorship had spoken highly of Squid. Squid’s anti Pornodopolus tracts were well known in progressive circles. Zenon was excited. Perhaps through the mutants he could attune for his Californian serial killings. Killing innocent civilians was no proud accomplishment for Zenon Girov.
The following evening Squid, Montenez and Girov met at a popular stoner bar called Farwin’s on Stanley Street. After several screwdrivers served by an enchanting waitress Jill earnest conversation began. Could a serial killer Girov join the mutants? Squid saw no reason why not as the mutants had dealt with killers in their ranks before. If Zenon could hit the streets and help destitute mutants perhaps he could “repay his debt to society”. Helping mutants was good therapy. After seeing what society had done to mutants the desire to kill would soon vanish.
So the evening melted away as the bar tab increased. After everyone had assumed a mellow mood and the topic steered towards childhood. Foonbean in a rather sarcastic mood ripped into the Greek gods with their obsession with perfection and lack of compassion. Zenon had them chuckling over a tale of sexual intercourse between Sister Tigos and Father Horny at the orphanage. Montenez related the tale how he was washed up on the Greek island of Samos and reared by the Greek gods. They had found him washed up on the shore with his toe missing. He also related how his fellow planetarians from Zortixia had traced him and taken him back for a visit. He told them of his father and how the Jiber had exiled him and his family to Earth by the Opposite. Squid jumped up from his seat and yelled, much to the consternation of management, ‘Montenez you are my brother. I remember my youth well. I was raised by the creatures of the sea and they told me I was a human toe when they discovered me. Montenez we are related in some way. We are brothers! How that toe was transformed into a humanoid shape I am not quite sure’. Squid and Montenez embraced each other as brothers. Clinging to each other they embraced as brothers. Zodiac and Foonbean smashed dishes to the floor in a joyous Greek tradition.
The prolonged embrace of Squid and Montenez brought snickers from the next table by two greasy looking punks tat seemed to think Squid and Montenez were faggots. Zenon was ready to terminate the punks but Dr. Zodiac intervened to calm Zenon down,
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