I tossed this off in a friend’s comment section, but now I want to save it. Excelsior.
It’s Las Vegas. 1960. The Rat Pack is headlining the Sands. And the Angel Pack is patrolling the skies…
Jack Diamond: he’s a hard man, the hardest, skin like diamond and quips like knives. You couldn’t scratch him with a .45. (Note: parallel evolution.)
Angie “Angel” Spencer: team leader, irreverent British heiress, with immense white overarching wings. She flies, and she knows when you’ve been naughty.
The Man of the Hour: master of time, and servant to eternity. He’s living the best hour of his life over and over again.
“Bang Bang” Benny: he’s short, he cracks wise at the wrong time, and he’s from Brooklyn — but he can shoot a guy at three hundred yards, without a gun.
Silent Nasrudin, Master of Magicks: you mistake him for a simple stage magician at your peril, for his illusions reach far deeper than you might expect.