"Hahahahahahahaha", laughed the Mirror Master as his glass form melted and cracked under the intense heat of the flame.
"Yer gonna have ta do better than that, Alice", smirked the other six McCullochs as they all gave Heat Wave the finger in unison.
"God damned, Scottish bastard", muttered Heat Wave as he loosed a spread of liquid flame that caught all of the Mirror Masters on fire, causing one to scream out in pain.
"Arrrrrrggggghhhhhh, it burrrrrrrnnnnsss!"
"Gotcha", smirked Heat Wave as he moved in to the McCulloch writhing around on the ground in agony.
"Don't worry, pops. It'll all be over soon", chuckled Heat Wave as he stood over the Mirror Master, his gun, with it's flames dripping from the barrel, aimed at his head...
Heat Wave fired a blast of searing flame at the already burned Mirror Master who was writhing on the ground in pain. As the fire engulfed the downed Scot...he began to crack and melt.
Suddenly Heat Wave felt a tap on his right shoulder. Heat Wave spun around to attack, but caught a fist straight into his jaw that spun him back the way he came.
"Hullo, Alice", smiled the real McCulloch as he pulled out a glass dagger and stabbed the stunned Heat Wave in his back left shoulder.
Heat Wave cried out in pain as the glass blade dug deep. He spun around again, trying to hit McCulloch with a spinning backfist with his gun. The Mirror Master ducked the wild swing though, and caught Heat Wave with a rising shot to his throat that sent the villain stumbling backwards. As the villain clutched at his throat with both hands, McCulloch calmly strode in.
"Tsk, tsk", the Mirror Master scolded with a shake of his head.
"Ye shouldn't leave yerself open like that", stated McCulloch as he reared back his leg and kicked Heat Wave hard in the groin, lifting the man off of his feet a few inches and sending him collapsing to the ground clutching his privates.
"That's...not...fair", Heat Wave managed to say as he rolled on the ground in pain.
"Fair", exclaimed McCulloch in surprise as he kicked Heat Wave's gun away from the downed villain's reach.
"Tis no such thing as fair in'a fight, lad", chuckled McCulloch as he grabbed Heat Wave by the collar and began to punch him repeatedly in the face. Shot after shot, blow after blow, McCulloch didn't relent until Heat Wave was practically out of it, his busted and bloody.
"Now, ya call yerself a Rogue yet ye side with that buffoon Dillon", stated the Mirror Master to his beaten foe.
"And ye have the gall ta walk around callin' yerself Heat Wave!"
"Mick Rory was a good friend o' mine, ya bleedin' ****",yelled an angry Mirror Master through gritted teeth.
"Yer not fit ta call yerself Heat Wave", screamed McCulloch as he yanked Heat Wave towards him and head-butted him hard in the nose, sending a spray of blood in every direction.
As Heat Wave groaned and fell limp, McCulloch let him go and allowed the villain to fall unceremoniously to the ground.
"Now ta see who the dead man is who was runnin' around impersonatin' me friend", stated McCulloch to himself as he reached down and ripped off the unconscious Heat Wave's mask.
McCulloch's eyes grew wide in astonishment and the Scot staggered backwards.
"What the...how...how can...", McCulloch stumbled on the words as he rose to his feet. As he stared at his fallen enemy, his eyes wide and mouth agape in disbelief, McCulloch's hand holding the mask weakened it's grip.
The mask of Heat Wave slowly fell down to land on it's owner's boot, wrapping itself snugly around it.
"How is this possible. Yer s'posed ta be dead", McCulloch said in a hushed tone as looked into the face of his foe.
It was a bloody mess, but there was not mistaking it. He had never met the man in person, but he heard Cold and the others talk about him and heard plenty of stories about his past exploits. He was one of the best, one of the originals. McCulloch owed this man a lot, for without him he would not be what he is today.
Yes, there was no mistaking his face.
McCulloch knew he couldn't kill him, not now. He had to get him back to Cold and the others. They would know what to do with him.
"C'mon, Alice", said McCulloch as he reached down and hoisted the man over his shoulder.
"We're off ta see the wizard."
Still unconscious, McCulloch's "prisoner" could not hear a word the Scot said. But, as if in reply, Sam Scudder, the first Mirror Master, groaned as the pair silently melted away into a nearby store window...