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A disenfranchised loner lives fantasy to fantasy, creating a superhero persona only she knows, until real life gives her the chance to take it for a test drive.
SYNOPSIS:
Paley Hill lives by herself with her cat Figgins in a small one-bedroom apartment. At the end of a hard day she simply wants to watch the superheroes on her t.v.
Her solitude is shattered when her upstairs neighbors violate her solitude. On top of that they literally add insult to injury leaving her only one option. She scales the outside wall of their building in skintight Lycra and stiletto heels, a Catwoman (not the Catwoman, but a righteous crusader nonetheless) on a quest for vengeance. Stealthily, she catches them by surprise, using martial arts and arty wordplay to disarm and emasculate them, winning the day for womankind. If only it were more than imagination.
Back to reality, she remains in her slippers on her couch in front of her television. Nothing has changed. Nothing has reformed.
Work is no haven either, with an overbearing boss concerned only with the bottom line. Graphic design is no place for creativity and Paley’s must go! Berated and rebuked, she creates Confligratia, the crime fighting firefighter with a heart of gold. When a blaze leaps at her boss’ heels, she’s helpless and begging. Exactly what she deserves. Confligratia has a choice; let her burn or bury the hatchet? What’s a superhero to do? The right thing, of course. Unfortunately, it’s all in her head and the world never sees.
The only human with whom she has any interaction is Oliver, and that’s accidental eye contact in the break room. Oh, if only…
When her Corntastic campaign is a bust, Paley finds herself on the street. No job. No future. No hope. No problem as it turns out. She’ll simply become the superhero she invented.
With nothing to lose she dons her cape and tempts fate. On a dark night in a little alley she comes face to face with the underworld in the form of a streaking messenger with a package. He stops cold at her outrageous costume. Before he can do anything untoward his pursuers race around the corner. The messenger tosses the package as he flees with the gang on his heels. Paley picks it up and opens a whole new world.
Inadvertently she’s inserted herself into international espionage, with shadow government agents and criminal masterminds desperate for the missing clue to Patton’s hidden gold!
Oliver’s a surprising kindred soul who wears his own costume to fight crime in the same alley outside her window. He might have known it was her window, or he might have had no clue. Knowing Oliver, it might have been both. In either case, Paley finds true love wears a disguise.
The clues eventually take both to Germany where they stumble upon a nefarious conspiracy run by Oliver’s “uncle” Fritz. Element Six has been hunting heads and missing clues since the end of the war. All very convenient for an old family friend.
IMA has been on Element Six’s tail every step of the way. Stepping on Paley and Oliver is child’s play, except Paley and Oliver aren’t children anymore.
Everything collides in a salt mine under an old bombed out church in Bavaria where the bad guys are clobbered, the good guys are covert and Paley and Oliver get out by the skin of their teeth.
Back home, Paley sketches Confligratia, Catwoman and a host of other characters into comic stardom for a once shy, retiring superhero heroine.