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Post by Admin on Oct 14, 2007 9:29:39 GMT -5
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Post by Admin on Oct 14, 2007 9:31:12 GMT -5
Booster Gold
Issue #3: “Panning For Gold, Part Three”
Written by Patrick J. Nestor, Jr.
Cover by Sylvain Swimer
Edited by Mark Bowers AUTHOR’S NOTE: The events of this issue (as well as the two issues preceding it), happen BEFORE the events of The Justice League versus America mini-series. |
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Post by Admin on Oct 14, 2007 9:31:46 GMT -5
LEGION HEADQUARTERS: METROPOLIS, EARTH – JULY 6th, 3006
Rokk Krinn sat in the main conference room of the Legion clubhouse frowning.
The day in and day out of keeping a team like the Legion running smoothly was much more of a problem than fighting the Dark Circle or the Fatal Five. Krinn would much rather be in the middle of some action than figuring out roster moves or keeping the Hologram-Pushers of the United Planets off their backs. It was days like this that being team leader was quite the chore.
”Maybe I’ll get lucky and someone will attack and make my day.” Krinn said out loud to no one, since he was alone.
A second later, almost as if it was on cue, a loud crash sounded down the hall. Since the Conference room was soundproof, Cosmic Boy wouldn’t have heard it had the door not been open.
“What the?” Krinn exclaimed, jumping to his feet. He rushed out the door and into the hallway.
”Did you hear that?” A lithe female dressed in white and black had joined Cosmic Boy in the hall.
”Hi, Tinya” Krinn acknowledged his teammate, and more importantly, his girlfriend. “Yes I did. Was that in Brainy’s Lab?”
“Might have been,” Phantom Girl replied. “And since Brainy isn’t here that might mean some sort of trouble.” The two of them ran down the corridor
“No one could have broken in without setting off an alarm,” Krinn said as they reached the doorway to the lab. “It had better not be Dirk and Brek messing around again.”
Cosmic Boy reached out and pressed a button. The door whooshed open.
On the ground, picking himself up from a pile of weird-looking devices was a man dressed in gold and blue. Next to him was a laughing figure in green and black.
“Frack! How I managed to materialize right on top of a work bench is beyond me!” the gold and blue garbed figure spat out. “That clatter must have woken up half the friggin’ Legion!”
“I would say it alerted someone, Booster,” a deep voice remarked. A tall golden man with energy-like hair stepped into view. “Please hold, Rokk Krinn and Tinya Wazzo. We mean no harm and are not your enemy.”
Cosmic Boy clenched his fists and fell into a defensive position. “Sure, our friends usually drop in uninvited and unexpectedly,” he hissed. “You have thirty seconds to explain yourselves.”
“We’d love to pal…” the figure in green and black remarked. “But we’re in a tad of a hurry. We were following a chrono-trail and it passed through here. Have any time travelers pass through this way lately?”
“Huh?” Phantom Girl said. “Time travelers?”
“I doubt he’s here, guys. Cosmic Boy over there would pretty much have recognized him had he passed through. He’s a bit of a history buff,” the gold and blue man remarked, now on his feet.
“Who are you? How do you know that?” Krinn demanded. “Who is’he’?”
“We’d love to explain, Cos, but we can’t,” the blue and gold figure said apologetically. “It will have to suffice to say we’re looking for a friend and he seems to have passed through here… but he’s not in this time… at least anymore.”
“I told you he wouldn’t be here. It’s not like the Legion of Super-Heroes would have taken him,” the green and black figure said. “Let’s get moving.”
“I have a fix on the chrono-trail,” the tall golden man told his companions. “Let us…”
“Hold it!” Krinn shouted. “I want to know what is going…”
He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. The three men were gone.
“Rokk…” Phantom Girl breathed in his ear, her hand falling comfortably on his chest. “What just happened?”
“I don’t know, Tinya,” Krinn replied. “But I have a bad feeling about it.”
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Post by Admin on Oct 14, 2007 9:32:31 GMT -5
NEW YORK, WORLD’S FAIRGROUNDS – SEPTEMBER 1939
“… follow it to its next destination,” Waverider finished.
”Wow. Cosmic Boy. He’s pretty famous where I come from,” Booster said, a small grin on his face. “We could have used his help I bet.”
“You know we must avoid involving others in this as much as possible, Booster,” Waverider replied. “While we need to find Rip Hunter, it’s important that we not taint the timestream any further by giving out too much information. Since starting out at Vanishing Point we’ve been able to follow a slight trail that I strongly suspect is an uncharted Chrono-jumper who attempted to cover his tracks. Our main focus needs to be on tracking this trail.”
“Yeah, thanks for the quick update, Mr. Preview,” Booster snarled. “Have we got anything or was this just another wasted trip?”
”I wouldn’t call any of the timejumps we’ve made a waste,” Waverider told him. “Each jump brings us to a destination where there are definite residues of the chrono-trail to follow and each location and time gets us closer.”
“Unless it’s all a fake and we’re on a wild goosehunt,” Walker Gabriel remarked. “I know when we are, but where are we?”
“You’re in a mess of trouble, pal; that’s where.” A voice came seemingly from nowhere.
Before any of them could move, Waverider went flying backwards… slammed by an unseen force. Gabriel jumped backwards and felt something shoot past him. A second later he was hit by an invisible fist and went sprawling to the ground.
Booster threw his force field up just as a red/blue blur ran full tilt into it. The blur bounced off of it and skidded to the ground. A silver helmet bounced to the ground alongside him.
”You’re the Flash!” Booster yelled. “Hold on! We’re not…WOWZER!”
He didn’t have a chance to finish before he felt a hard wallop to the force field from behind that made him stagger forward. Booster turned his head and came face to face with a hooded flying figure. The flying man held a mace and was swinging it at Booster, his teeth gritted and muscles bulging.
“Will you hold on a fracking seco…” Booster started as the mace hit again with enough force to make Booster stumble back.
“That’s it, Hawk!” A voice came from the shadows. “Keep him off balance!”
Booster turned towards the voice and saw a short man, his head completed covered in a blue mask, running at him.
“Careful, Atom!” the Flash yelled out, getting to his feet. “There’s a force field and it’s pretty dang strong!”
“Will you morons calm down and listen to... JEEZ!” Booster was cut off as the man he realized was the Golden Age Atom barreled into the force field, making him take a step back. Booster was used to deflecting laser bolts and explosions with his force field, but Hawkman and Atom had both actually hit him with enough force to make him move. That worried him.
“Ow, that lousy thing hurts!” Atom shouted out. “Anybody else think this guy looks a little like Baron Blitzkrieg? Where’s Dr. Fate? I bet he could crack that egg wide open!”
“I can assure you, while Booster is many things, he is no Nazi,” Waverider interjected, recovered from the Flash’s sudden attack.
Jay Garrick rushed at Waverider again, but this time passed right through him.
“What the?” Garrick shouted. “This one has gone ghost!”
“If you’d just give us a ch…HEY! OH FOR FRACKING SAKE!” Booster yelled as Hawkman whacked the force field with the mace again. He saw Atom rushing at him again for another collision. “THAT’S IT!”
Booster spun around again and lifted into the air above the charging Al Pratt. The Atom couldn’t hold up and went sprawling into the ground. He aimed his wrist blaster at Hawkman and let a shot fly. Hawkman just managed to get the mace in front of him and deflected the blast, but was almost knocked out of the sky.
“CUT. IT. OUT.” Booster hissed at Hawkman, “and LISTEN to me.”
“Listen to THIS.” Hawkman spoke for the first time. He threw the mace right at Booster.
“This is getting us NOWHERE,” Booster shouted, swatting away the mace. He didn’t let on, but again he felt it, if only slightly. Just how much power did Hawkman have?
“Come down here and fight, ya lousy coward!” the Atom shouted up to him.
Walker Gabriel had also recovered from a super-speed punch and had gotten to his feet. He tapped Pratt on the shoulder. Pratt started to turn as Gabriel let him have it with an uppercut.
“Sit down and shut up!” Gabriel yelled. He then started hopping around feeling like he had broken his hand.
The Atom started to get up when a voice boomed loudly from above.
“ENOUGH!”
Everyone stopped and looked up. Dr. Fate hovered in the air, glowing. Despite the fact that his helmet covered his entire face, he actually looked furious to Booster.
“Doc! About time! I knew that these ratzis would take another crack at us here!” the Atom shouted up.
“These are not Nazi agents, Atom,” Dr. Fate told him as he lowered himself to the ground. “They aren’t from here at all in fact. I sense no evil intent in them at all.”
“No, we aren’t!’ Booster replied, glaring at Hawkman. “We’ve been trying to tell these idiots that!”
“Relax, Booster. Dr. Fate, might I speak to you for a moment?” Waverider motioned to the sorcerer.
“What the heck are you guys doing here then?” the Atom demanded. “Not too long ago a bunch of Nazi Robots attacked…”
“Hold on, Atom,” the Flash interrupted. He looked at Booster hard. “You look familiar to me now that we aren’t moving around so much.”
“I don’t know how that’s possible.” Booster replied, feeling uneasy. He was unsure how much he should say.
“I’m sure of it,” Jay Garrick shot back. “You and some other fella, dressed all in blue… wearing goofy-looking goggles.”
Booster realized that Garrick had just described Blue Beetle. Since he and Ted had never come into the past together before, he guessed that it hadn’t happened yet, for him at least. For the Flash however, it was in the past.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he said.
“I think you are lying,” Hawkman growled at him.
”Listen, Captain Muscles, I couldn’t care less what you think,” Booster shot back at him. “It’s amazing you’ve been able to live so many centuries since you seem to love jumping into a fight without thinking first!”
Hawkman’s eyes narrowed. Booster realized his mistake. He had just shown he knew more about Hawkman than he should have.
“That is…” Booster stammered.
“Oh great,” Gabriel said, preparing for another fight. Hawkman seemed to pull back slightly, as if he was going to swing at Booster. However, Hawkman just seemed to stay in one place.
“What the?” Booster realized that Hawkman wasn’t moving at all. He looked at the Flash. He seemed to be in mid-stride coming towards him. He looked frozen. Booster turned to Gabriel. “Did you?”
“No,” Walker Gabriel replied. “It wasn’t me. I can’t do that.”
“I did it,” Dr. Fate told them floating over. “Waverider is not unknown to me, and he explained the situation. There has been too much tampering with the timestream as it is. Right now having my colleagues know people from the future is not the best way to contain the issues at hand.”
“Right. Thanks,” Booster said. He then whispered to Gabriel, “And I thought Waverider’s voice was creepy.”
“Dr. Fate will help his friends in the JSA… forget… we were here,” Waverider explained. “There’s no sign of Rip Hunter in this era. I do have a new fix on the chrono-trail from the lab however. We should proceed.”
“How do you know Dr. Fate?” Booster asked.
“I’ve been here before,” Waverider replied. “Do not concern yourself with it. We must concentrate on our mission and my past travels have no bearing on that.”
Booster and Gabriel exchanged glances, but both remained quiet.
“Go with my wishes that you succeed in your quest,” Dr. Fate said. “Just remember that…”
The trio was gone before Fate finished his thought.
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Post by Admin on Oct 14, 2007 9:33:52 GMT -5
HUB CITY – JULY 27th, 2004
I’ve never been a huge fan of the summer. The heat and humidity in itself is bad enough, but it’s been my experience that people who are on the verge of madness can often be pushed over the edge on a particularly unbearable day of 100 plus degrees.
Case in point: Michael Brown was described by his co-workers and neighbors as a quiet but strange man. He made people slightly wary of him, but never seemed to do anything to really cause them concern. Two days ago, however, the temperature reached 102 degrees and Michael Brown snapped. After killing his boss by shoving two Eighty Dollar collector pens through his eye sockets and into his brain, he beat his boss’s secretary to death with a marble bookend, wrestled a gun away from a security guard, shot the guard and two other office workers (killing one and putting the other two into intensive care) and managed to escape the office with a prisoner in tow. The kidnap victim was nineteen-year-old Julie Reese, who had just started interning in the office that summer. Despite having half the Hub City Police Force searching high and low for him, Brown managed to get away with Reese and no sign of either of them had been seen for forty-eight hours.
No one knows what it was that sent Brown over the edge and no one knows why he dragged Reese away with him. At least, no one seems to know… most likely however, they just aren’t asking themselves the right questions.
My name is Vic. Some of my friends call me Charlie. Others don’t know what to call me. Criminals, when they see me at all, call me The Question.
Right now, sitting on a rooftop across the street from Michael Brown’s mother’s apartment building, hoping that he would turn to mommy for help, I was not very comfortable.
You wouldn’t be either if you were wearing a trench coat and a mask that covered your nose and mouth in 99 degree heat.
It’s almost enough to push one over the edge.
Almost.
Vic Sage shifted his weight, removed the fedora hat from his head and started fanning himself with it. He had been keeping an eye on Brown’s mother’s building for almost sixteen hours. So far there was no activity he could see, sans the occasional worried face that poked out between curtains every hour or so. Sage had a gut feeling that Brown’s mother expected her son as well. It was that gut feeling that kept him sitting on the rooftop across the way instead of running to the closest air-conditioned sanctuary he could find.
In the corner of his eye, Sage noticed movement to his right. Seeing as how he was on a rooftop, his curiosity was aroused and he turned.
Two buildings away three figures were standing and having an animated discussion. Sage recognized one of them. It was that new hero who had popped up recently. What was his name? Goldstar? Goldman? Buster Gold? It was something like that.
One of the trio, a man dressed in green and black, looked up and caught his eye. He said something to the others and Gold turned towards him. He nodded to the other two and lifted into the air. Seconds later he was hovering above Sage.
“Question,” Booster called to him. “How’s it going? I know we haven’t met before but I’m…”
“Get down, you idiot!” Sage hissed at him. “I’m on a stakeout!”
“What?” Booster looked puzzled. He looked around for a second and then seemed to realize what Sage was talking about. He dropped to the roof alongside him and hunched down. “Sorry.”
“Damn it… too late. She saw you,” Sage cursed. “Do you know how long I’ve been sitting here hoping that Brown would show his face?”
“Brown who?” Booster asked.
“Aren’t you here looking for Mike Br…” Sage trailed off. He did think that the crime was a little too street level for Gold and other colorful costumed heroes to come from other states. “Why are you here?”
“Looking for someone,” Booster replied. “See anything strange around here lately? Say… anyone appearing out of nowhere who looked a little… out of place?”
Sage could see Mrs. Brown on the phone. She was looking out the window and looked terrified. He was willing to bet she was on the phone with her son right now.
“No, now get out of here. You’ve messed things up enough,” Sage hissed, getting up and running for the roof door. “And what kind of a hero name is Brewster Gold?”
“That’s Booster!” Booster yelled after him. “Batman wanna-be.”
Booster flew back over to Waverider and Gabriel. He landed between them, frowning.
“No, he hasn’t seen anything,” Booster told them.
“Well we could have a problem,” Waverider told them. “I’m not picking up signs of the chrono-trail we’ve been following.”
“So does that mean whoever jumped in never jumped back out?” Gabriel asked.
“That’s one possible theory,” Waverider responded. “The jumper could have also been more careful about covering their tracks, or could have come into contact with another jumper and left with them or managed to procure another way of leaving this era. Any of those would mean a different Chrono-wave and trail.”
“Great.” Booster breathed. “So we’re back to square one.”
“So it would seem,” Waverider agreed. “We should look around here a little more… CAREFULLY. We shouldn’t come into contact with anyone if we can avoid it.”
“Which means tone it down there, cowboy,” Gabriel said to Booster. “Maybe we should check out this time’s Chronos and see…”
“Cowboy! Chronos! Awwww FRACK!” Booster shouted cutting him off. “I forgot about Chronos! He’s still in 1879!”
“What?” Gabriel questioned. “What the heck are you talking about?”
“Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!” Booster hissed. “I’ve got to get back and grab him!” He explained about his last mission before Rip had disappeared.
“Okay, relax,” Gabriel said. “Not a big deal, we can go grab him out just a few seconds after you left last time. Let’s just…”
“We’d better not take that chance,” Waverider interrupted. “Booster, you go get Chronos and return him to his proper time period. Walker and I will take a look around this time and see if we can uncover any trace of our trail.” We shall meet back at Rip Hunter’s Lab in… two hours ‘Finite Time’, agreed?”
Booster checked the watch he had been given by Rip. The others had ones just like it. It gave the time of what Rip called the “Finite Clock”.
The Finite Clock, Rip had explained, never stops, no matter what. Even time travelers had to play attention to it, because the time stream had its own rules of the passage of time. The Finite Clock always moved and could never be frozen, altered or jumped back upon. Either you paid attention to the Finite Clock or you paid for it later on.
“Okay,” Booster agreed. “Good luck.”
Booster faded out.
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Post by Admin on Oct 14, 2007 9:35:22 GMT -5
RIP HUNTER’S LAB
Booster appeared in the lab. He stepped off the receiving platform and looked around.
“Skeets! I’m back! We forgot about Chronos!” Booster called out. “I need those time/space coordinates for where we left him!”
Skeets did not answer. The lab was silent.
“Skeets? Buddy?” Booster walked into the hallway, wary and looking for signs of trouble.
He looked throughout the lab, the mess area and the living quarters. He found no sign of Skeets.
“Great. Just…. great,” Booster sighed. He moved to the Time Data Computer and punched up the last recorded mission log. Thankfully it was from his last jump to 1879. Booster wasn’t sure if he knew how to retrieve the information without Rip or Skeets there to help.
“Dammit, Skeets… where are you?’ Booster asked out loud to himself. He punched the coordinates into his watch. Shook his head. “One thing at a time, Mike… get Chronos and come back and look for Skeets. FRACK!”
He faded out.
A second later a figure emerged from the shadows of the rafters. The figure landed on the floor and looked at the information Booster had called up on the Time Data Computer. The figure then began to pull up files on the computer, stopping a few times to punch information into a wrist device.
Seemingly finished with the computer, the figure began to delete some files… then with a last look around, faded out.
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Post by Admin on Oct 14, 2007 9:36:18 GMT -5
NEW ORLEANS - SEPTEMBER 12th, 1879
Jonah Hex stood above the brightly colored varmint, one boot on his throat, his right hand pointing a six shooter at his head. The man was trying to speak, but the pressure from Hex’s boot made that fairly difficult.
“What was that? Couldn’t quite make that out,” Hex said. “Sounded like ya asked me to shoot ya.”
“Eeeeergh…ont…hoot….ONT HOOT…” the downed man gasped. His eyes, the only part of him not covered in dyed material, looked terrified.
”Please shoot? I reckon I could put ya out of yer misery, seeing that the townsfolk’ll be looking to string yer neck up.” Hex chuckled.
“ONT! ONT HOOT EEEE!” the figure pleaded.
“I think what the scared little man is begging is for you NOT to shoot him. Just an educated guess...” a voice behind Hex suddenly said.
Hex didn’t even turn around. In a blurred motion he pulled a second six-shooter out of his left holster and fired a single round.
“FRACK! Watch it with that thing!” the figure behind him shouted.
With his boot still on the throat of the man who had killed the entire sheriff’s department, Hex turned his gaze and his other six-gun towards the new arrival. Behind him stood the gold-dressed person who had taken the horseless machine just a few minutes earlier. There was a bullet hole in the ground just a few inches in front of him. Hex had hit exactly where he had wanted to hit.
“Whatdya want, polecat?” Hex growled.
”I’m here to take custody of the prisoner,” the golden man told Hex. “I’m a … law man from when… um… where he’s from.”
Hex considered this and put more pressure on the throat beneath his boot.
“Tough,” he said. “We here got a little justice that needs doin’.”
“I understand,” the golden man replied. “I really do… but I was sent here to stop Chronos from changing… um… committing any crimes and I really need to take him back with me.”
“Well, ya were a little late, weren’t ya?” Hex said. “Ya didn’t do them deputies any good. They’re still dead.”
“We checked to make sure they were sup… I mean… we tried to get here right away, but there’s nothing I could do about that cowboy,” the figure in gold replied. “I saved you. I need you to trust me.”
“Oh, it’s not me ya gotta deal with.” Hex smiled. “It’s them.” He motioned behind the man with one of his guns.
The golden man turned and looked to see half the town marching towards them. A man in the front was holding a shotgun. The one next to him was holding a long rope with a noose.
“Oh Frack.” The man turned back towards Hex. “Please, you have to believe me, I can’t let this happen, as much as he fracking deserves it.”
Before Hex could reply, a rider on a horse came out from between two buildings. He was fully covered by a cloak of some kind. He rode at full speed at Hex and the two overdressed clowns. The figure held a shotgun in one hand and was aiming it at Hex.
“Booster, grab Chronos and go!” the rider shouted out and Hex took his foot off the fallen figure’s throat, stepped forward and started to fire.
The golden man fell into a crouch and grabbed onto Hex’s prisoner’s arm. Hex saw them both fade from sight out of the corner of his eyes as he pulled the trigger. The rider on the horse disappeared as well, leaving just a rider-less horse charging at Hex. He side-stepped out of the way of the animal.
Hex shook his head. He had enough problems without having to deal with disappearing people dressed like circus fools. Let the golden law man have the killer. The townspeople had come to a stop, blinking… not sure what to make of what had just happened. Hex shoved past them and headed for the saloon. It was high time he had himself a drink.
"Lord, how I do hate time travelers," he muttered.
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Post by Admin on Oct 14, 2007 9:37:20 GMT -5
RIP HUNTER’S LAB
Booster and Chronos appeared in the lab. Chronos was crying and his breathing was coming out in heaving sobs.
“Shut up Clinton!’ Booster hissed. Who was that rider and how did he know who Booster was? Why did he help him? Where was Skeets? Things were spiraling out of control.
Booster grabbed the time status ray off the table next to him and blasted Chronos with it. He didn’t want the criminal to see much of anything. Best to keep him frozen until he could bring him back to his own time.
Booster went to the Time Data computer and was about to bring up the main menu when he froze. The last thing he had done was call up the last entered mission log. That was not what was on the computer screen now. Someone had been here since Booster had last used it. He whirled around and searched the lab again. He found nothing.
Booster flopped into the chair at Rip’s desk. He had over an hour and a half before Waverider and Walker Gabriel were to meet him there. Skeets was gone without a trace. Things were getting more and more out of control.
Booster pulled the hard drive he and Skeets had salvaged from Rip’s computer towards him. He and Skeets hadn’t finished searching its remaining undamaged files before Waverider had popped onto the scene. He wondered if there was anything else on the computer drive that could help them.
Booster sat for a minute and came to a decision. He stood up, holding the hard drive and walked over to Chronos. He needed some help, and he knew where to get it.
Booster kneeled in front of Chronos. He unfroze him with the time status ray and got in close.
“I’m going to bring you back to your own era. I don’t have time to mess with you so I’ll just say this… you had better stay on the straight and narrow for a while, pal, ‘cause I’ll be watching and I have NO problem dropping your green behind back to New Orleans and the Necktie party. Got it?” he hissed.
Chronos nodded his head enthusiastically, tears leaking from the eye slits in his mask.
The two faded out.
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Post by Admin on Oct 14, 2007 9:38:02 GMT -5
POWERS TOWER, SAN FRANCISCO – PRESENT TIME
Ted Kord settled in front of the Tivo and put his feet up. He pressed the button for the previous night’s ‘Robot Chicken marathon’ and smiled contently. He had the night off and finally was going to be able to relax a little.
Booster burst through the door a moment later. “Ted! Emergancy!”
Ted sighed and tossed the remote to the side onto the floor.
“So much for relaxing,” he lamented. “What’s up, Booster?”
Booster tossed something to him. Ted caught what looked like a slightly-charred computer hard drive.
“I need help,” Booster told him.
Over the next fifteen minutes, he explained the events of Rip’s disappearance, the discovery of the Time Agents and everything else that had happened. While he listened, Ted put on his Blue Beetle uniform. He had a feeling he was going to need it.
“Are you sure I should know this stuff?” Ted asked, pulling a laptop computer out and starting to connect the burned hard drive to it. “I mean, this is pretty heavy time travel info… should you be telling…”
“Ted, this is major. Right now, I need all the help I can get, and I have to trust someone,” Booster said. “And if I can’t trust you I can’t trust anyone. Can you access Rip’s drive with this thing?”
“OK, I hear you.Yeah, I should be able to get whatever data is left,” Ted explained. “I just have to connect this last wi…”
“STOP!” a voice shouted. A figure appeared out of nowhere right in front of them.
“What the hell?” Ted leapt to his feet. Booster stepped forward. The figure was covered, head to toe, in white, blue and red. He held up both hands.
“Do not connect that hard drive,” the figure told them. “If you do then we’re all dead.”
“What the frack?… Who are you?” Booster demanded.
“I’m Supernova,” he replied. “Come with me if you want to live.”
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Post by Admin on Oct 16, 2007 12:16:11 GMT -5
To Be Continued!
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Post by mockingbird on Jul 26, 2011 21:36:13 GMT -5
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