Previous Post #322: Untold Tales of the Lair Legion: Ever After - Part Two Go to Part 1 ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Dancer.”     Sarah Shepherdson turned over in bed and saw Harry smiling down at her.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Er, what?” she answered, trying to cover he panic at being identified as a member of the Lair Legion.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Dancer,” Harry repeated, still smiling. “You look just like her.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Um yes,” Shep agreed, pulling the bedclothes up around herself. “I’ve heard that before. But that doesn’t mean…”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You’ve even got her accent.”     Previously, Dancer’s probability powers had prevented anyone from making the logical connection between two athletic bubbly brunettes from County Mudd, Ireland who were never seen in the same place together. Had Dancer’s influence faded so much that she wasn’t covered now – except by a rumpled duvet?     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It’s not what you think, Harry,” Sarah said desperately.     Harry leaned back, still grinning. “And what am I thinking.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You’re thinking that I’m…” She frowned and looked at him again. “What are you thinking?”     Harry leaned forward. “I’m thinking that a girl who looks quite a bit like the Probability Dancer could do very well for herself. Have you ever thought about going on stage?”     Shep blinked. “On stage? I’m… So you don’t think…?”     Harry played with a lock of her long loose hair. “Hear me out, Sarah. I’m working as part of the crew for a new theatrical tour production: Lair Legion, the Musical. It’s all about the heroes of the Parody War. We’re casting now.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I think you’ve got this a bit confused, Harry. You’re supposed to tell me you can get me in the movies before you try to take me to bed.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Didn’t need to, did I?” Harry chuckled. “And don’t feel bad about that. I’m honoured to be the one that helped you get over your misery, at least for now. I’m totally okay being used only for sex for as long as you need me to. But I’ve got a job to do as well, and finding people to play the Legion on a major European tour is high on my list.” He looked thoughtful. “I don’t suppose you have an Australian friend who’s into bodybuilding, do you?”     Dancer caught her breath. “So let’s get this straight. You turn out to be a casting director for a Lair Legion musical…”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Assistant to the assistant casting director,” Harry warned. “I can’t guarantee you anything.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And you think I could play Dancer in a world tour?”     Harry shrugged. “I think you should at least audition,” he persuaded her. “Do you think you could act like Dancer?” ***     Liu Xi Xian got off the bus and looked around the gloomy industrial wasteland of Black’s Crossing. There was a chill in the air, as if it was going to snow, but she didn’t sense any weather patterns to account for it. The dull dirty buildings were mostly dark and many had broken windows.     The only occupants of the town square moved away from the burned out frontage of a video shop and came to meet her. “So, you got one too,” said Ebony of Nubilia.     Liu Xi knew what the the high priestess of the Manga Shoggoth was talking about, of course. The letter had arrived by overseas surface mail this morning, and she’d come immediately. “I didn’t understand it though,” she admitted. “Why would Xander want us to come here?”     The third woman present, Whitney Darkness, looked around her as a gust of wind whipped up the street trash. Liu Xi hadn’t seen quite that expression on Sorceress’ face before. The Chinese elementalist realised that Whitney Darkness was actually nervous. “I’ve been here before,” Sorceress admitted.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“This place looks like a ghost town,” Liu Xi noted.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It is,” Whitney answered. “Literally. I came here with the Legion years ago. Back then it was a horrible industrial place where people on the poverty line were trapped slaving their lives away in soul-destroying banal misery. The boss who owned the town was a very special kind of vampire, sucking the life from the whole population. It… wasn’t a pleasant visit.”     Liu Xi looked around her. There was something wrong about Black’s Crossing, something that set her teeth on edge. “You got him, though. The vampire?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“In the end,” shuddered Sorceress. “We cleaned this place. People were able to leave at last. The Bautista foundation helped them set up somewhere else. Not many folks chose to stay on.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Then why did Xander write to me – to us – and ask us to come here today?” Liu Xi wondered.”     Ebony looked up at the grey sky that still seemed stained by the smog from the former factory. “You can sense it. This is still a thin place, where the usual barriers between the mortal and mundane and… the rest… aren’t quite strong enough. The Legion cleaned out the evil that had crept in here, but that just left a nice empty space for something else.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Something bad,” Liu Xi sensed.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Something bad,” agreed Whitney. “My father’s gone now. Hs letter made it clear that he and Cleone couldn’t stay around now because something is coming that he couldn’t stop. Something whose first move would be to destroy the sorcerer supreme.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“So he needs us to mind the store for him,” Liu Xi agreed. “You know about high magics and things, Ebony’s an expert of dark cults and rituals, and I can sense elemental disturbances. Between us we can sub for a master of the mystic crafts.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I’m not too happy about being part of another Xander manipulation,” Ebony admitted. “He tends to get very close to the line, sometimes.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“But he knows his evil,” Whitney sighed. “You know, I hoped I’d never have to come back here.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Was it bad?” asked Liu Xi, catching a little of Sorceress’ nervousness.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“The spirit possessing Hatman very nearly peeled the skin off my face,” she remembered with another shudder, “and that was the nicest part.”     Ebony was dangling a pebble on a piece of string and watching which way it swung. “I think we need to take a look around that derelict factory,” she admitted. “Just in case.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Just in case we want to die?” Liu Xi asked.     The three women exchanged glances and moved towards the dark looming silhouette of the old Black Processing Plant. ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hello, Wally,” Hallie greeted the Lair Legion’s postman. “Anything interesting today?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Some kind of letters from England,” the old carrier noted. “Handwriting of Xander the Improbable, looks like. Addressed to Misses Darkness and Xian and to Lady Ebony. Sealed with wax and all.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It’s a while since we’ve had a letter from Xander,” Hallie commented. “I wonder what he wants? Put them on the side-table, Wally. Whit, Liu Xi, and Ebony aren’t here just now. I’ll let them know about the letters when they get back.” ***     The Doom Tube opened and the master of Apocalyspe strode out, his hands clasped behind his back, his grey granite face promising death and destruction wherever he went. Dark Thugos had recently returned to claim rulership of his tormented homeworld. A little way behind him came his prime servitor Granny Grimness.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I didn’t need this my first day back on the job,” muttered Amber St Clare.     Mr Epitome moved forward to meet Thugos. “Ready?” he asked. He had no words of greeting for the former Destroyer of Tales, the former tyrant of a Sol Empire in another timeline. Glory and Yuki were also present in the Lair Mansion cell block for the meeting.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Bring the prisoners forward,” commanded Dark Thugos.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Not so fast, Stoney,” Yuki interjecting, springing forward to block the archvillain’s path. “Before we hand over Splendiferous Stewart and General Steppenstoat and Kwatrain and the other Apocalyspian nasties who caused so much trouble here in the run-up to the Parody War we want to hear some assurances from you about what happens to them next.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You dare to question the will of Dark Thugos?” demanded Granny Grimness dangerously. Her large armoured bulk belied her thin ancient voice.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yep,” the cyborg P.I. agreed. “We do. Questioning the will of mad tyrants is pretty much our job description.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And if I simply choose to remove my erring retainers from your inadequate containment facilities?” asked Dark Thugos.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Then there will be unpleasantness,” Mr Epitome warned, staring him in the eye.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You think you could stand against Dark Thugos and Granny Grimness?” scorned Granny, her face darkening with rage.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I think your boss knows now isn’t the time to start a war with the Lair Legion,” Epitome replied. “Your world’s in ruins, your armies shattered, your weapons depleted. There are lots of nervous galactic powers and cosmic beings out there feeling a bit sensitive just now about warmongering demigods. I think Dark Thugos is smart enough to work out when diplomacy is better than threats, even if you aren’t.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And if he isn’t,” Yuki added, “we’re the Legion. We’ll find a way to kick his butt.”     Mr Epitome glanced at her. “Just because Trickshot’s not here doesn’t mean you have to fill the arrogant bigmouth role,” he scowled.     Yuki shrugged. “I’m over my being impressed by big looming bullies phase.” It wasn’t clear to whom that remark was addressed.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“The exchange,” Glory whined, prompting them back to business.     Amber reluctantly moved forward. “In our preliminary negotiations, we agreed that the prisoners we return will be held on Apocalyspe and never come back to this world,” she noted. “They will be punished in non-lethal manner in accordance with your local criminal justice systems…”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh yes,” chuckled Granny gleefully. “They’ve been naughty boys and their Granny is very cross with them.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“They will be held accountable for their actions regarding Special Resolution 1066 and the Parody War, but also for their previous crimes in kidnapping humans to Apocalyspe for their inhuman war games.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“They will pay for their failures,” Thugos promised. “I have spoken.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You agree to the terms?” Mr Epitome liked things clear.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I agree.”     Yuki nodded. “I’ll bring the prisoners out, then,” she acknowledged, turning to the holding cells.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“That will not be necessary,” intoned the tyrant. His eyes flared and livid red beams darted from them. They curved around Epitome and Yuki and passed through the holding cell walls to engulf the prisoners in lurid crimson fire. Kwatrain, Steppenstoat, and Stuart had just enough time to scream before they were consumed. “They have been returned to Apocalyspe to await my mercy,” declared Dark Thugos.     Amber suppressed a shudder. “Well… that’s very nice, then,” she said.     Thugos turned to look at Epitome before he left. “You survived on Apocalyspe,” he noted. “You and your woman.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes,” agreed the paragon of power. “That’s a nasty vicious planet you have there.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You are amongst the strong,” Thugos approved.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I am amongst the free,” Epitome replied. “Every tyrant should fear us.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, this day’s going well,” Amber said in a high brittle voice. “Canapés, anyone?” ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Lee Bookman, former Librarian of Sector 7272, you stand accused…” intoned the Governor who was to act as prosecutor in the hearing upon the actions of the Librarian Legionnaire during the Parody War.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh do be quiet,” interrupted Lee. He hopped over the barrier rail and dropped onto the floor of the Inquisition Chamber. “Automatic systems over-ride Delbrulian Comsalach Truvane Achidromos. Transfer all Central Repository systems to my voice command.”     There was a surprised hiccup from the Repository A.I.s as over-ride codes that had been forgotten for millennia cut in. The ancient commands had priorities higher than any that could be placed into the system these days, commands placed there by the Founding Librarians themselves.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What?” demanded the Governor.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I downloaded the entire Grand Archive through my head,” Lee pointed out. “You think I didn’t index IOL over-ride codes?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“But…”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“So now we’re going to stop this hypocritical charade and sort a few things out,” the Librarian demanded. “Anyone who thinks differently is welcome to deal with the A.L.F.s and data entities who now work for me.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“This is against all Library procedure!” shouted Supervisor Garth. “This is…”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“This is long overdue,” interrupted Selinda Saxmendrim. “Go, Lee!”     Leonard H. Bookman stood in the centre of the speaking circle and addressed his accusers – and every librarian in the Intergalactic Order. “First to the charges. I resigned as a Librarian when this organisation surrendered its mission and its facilities to the interplanetary tyrant the Parody Master. You didn’t keep the sacred data safe, and you were willing to give it to a enemy of creation to save your skins. You violated the sacred vows we make about the sanctity of the material we hold.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“But the archive would have been destroyed otherwise,” protested Auditor Blay-Kee. “Billions of years of documents lost forever.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“If that’s the price we have to pay for upholding our oath to keep the data from those who shouldn’t have it then that’s what we should have done,” Lee answered gravely. “Fortunately the Grand Librarian has a different idea. He arranged for me to be brought here, and for the entire archive to be downloaded through me, emptying the data banks in the Central Repository so they’d be useless to the Parody Master.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We were all nearly executed for that!” Garth accused.     Lee didn’t care. “Meanwhile, the Board of my local library branch, the Lunar Public Library, used a seldom-invoked clause of our charter to declare independence from the IOL. Nobody’s done that for a very long time, but as I’ve just demonstrated with those over-ride codes, just because it hasn’t been done in a while doesn’t mean it isn’t valid. Professor Blargelslarch and my trustees separated my library from the IOL, so I was able to donate the great archive to the systems there.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“No mere branch library could hold the grand archive,” a Governor scorned.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And no mere Librarian could be a conduit for so much data without going mad,” Lee added. “We improvised. The data is secure.”     There was a collective buzz of relief amongst the librarians. Some began to sob.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“But before I let you have the archive back,” Lee Bookman announced to the IOL, “if I let you have the archive back, we’re going to get over this hypocritical nonsense of pretending that the Governors didn’t betray our high calling. We’re going to remind ourselves of the purpose of libraries in inform, educate, and enlighten the public. And we’re going to get past all this rubbish about Auditor fleets and Inquisitors and executions.” He suddenly grinned a manic smile. “We’re going to make some changes.” ***     Visionary’s editorial comment as he dropped through myriad strange dimensions suspended by a thin monofilament thread and a life-preserving atmospheric sheath harness: “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!”     He briefly glimpsed – and dismissed – dozens, maybe hundreds, of bizarre new worlds. The worst were the ones where the inhabitants seemed to recognise him and wave back. He dropped into regions where smell registered as sight and sight as sound. He passed momentarily through a zone where his body was inverted and he could clearly see his internal organs trailing merrily behind him. Then he landed with a soft plop into a mound of goo not unlike that of the Manga Shoggoth he was looking for.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well,” said the man in black who was standing on top of the custard-skin surface of the protoplasm. “This is a pleasant surprise.”     It wasn’t that happy a moment for Visionary. “Nyalurkhotep,” he recognised.     The prime servitor of the Fairly Great Old Ones nodded and looked down at the little human whose soul he had once tried to devour. “That’s right,” agreed the man in black. “I’d come along to consume the Shoggoth, of course, but you’ll make a very welcome dessert.”      ***     Chiaki walked with a balanced poise that gave no indication that only a few days earlier she’d taken a poisoned blade through her chest cavity. She arrived early, decided on the best watchpoint, and moved to the position.     She found Champagne keeping watch from it.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh, hi,” the international jewel thief greeted the Psychic Samurai. “I guess we had the same instincts.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I like to check out potential clients before I meet them if I can,” Chiaki Bushido noted. “That’s why I’m early. I don’t know you.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, at least you know I’m the kind of girl who arrives early too,” Champagne pointed out. “Shall we discuss business now or would you prefer to wait until the time we agreed?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Now’s fine,” the Samurai agreed. “I’m curious why we had to meet outside St Jude’s Orphanage in Hell’s Bathroom.”     Champagne looked down at the battered brownstone house. “Did you know that St Jude was the patron saint of lost causes?” she asked.     Chiaki cut to the chase. “What’s the job?” she asked.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I’d like to put you on retainer,” Champagne replied. “Not exclusively, of course. You’re quite a liberty to do whatever else you need to do. But I’d like you to keep an eye on that orphanage as well.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“On the orphanage?”     The jewel thief nodded. “You see, until recently Trickshot kept an eye on the place, and that was enough to deter the local thugs from getting ambitious. And Police Commissioner Graham’s daughter was a teacher there. Both of them are gone now.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You think somebody might try and do something nasty to the orphans?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It’s been tried before. This is a bad neighbourhood, and that’s one of the very few good things in it. The Lair Legion can’t always keep an eye out here – and you’re reputed to be very good at anticipating trouble.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You want me to bodyguard a whole orphanage. What’s your interest?”     Champagne smiled. “Rumour has it that St Jude’s used to receive large anonymous donations that kept it going, up to the point where the vigilante assassin Cobra disappeared. I hear that there’s going to be another substantial contribution turning up sometime soon, and I’d like to make sure it gets to the children and they get to keep it.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And if you’re really the Psychic Samurai you know the rest already,” Champagne pointed out. “I travel a lot. You seem to be mostly based in Paradopolis these days. Will you take the retainer?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Who knows about this?” Chiaki asked.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Whoever you tell and nobody else,” Champagne replied. “And I’d like to be kept out of it altogether.”     Chiaki would have taken the commission even without the money. “I agree,” she said. “I’ll protect them.”     Champagne handed over a dossier. “Here’s my best threat assessment. Local crooks, gangs, political issues, old rivalries, lines of fire, enemies and allies, the usual thing. Good luck.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You sound like you’re expecting trouble,” frowned Chiaki. “Is there something I don’t know?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Not for long, I’d imagine.” ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Why Jay,” purred Baroness Elizabeth von Zemo, “how delightful to see an old friend.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Old friends don’t throw their injured comrades into the transdimensional vortex to be captured and tortured by the Parody Master,” Hatman replied. He hadn’t come to the Safe to trade banter with the villainess who had secretly infiltrated the Lair Legion for the better part of a year as Citizen Z.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“They do when they’re weaklings who don’t have what it takes to make the hard decisions,” Beth replied. “I acted for the good of the world. CrazySugarFreakBoy! made a much better leader.”     Dreamcatcher Foxglove made a rude sound. “You thought I was an easier mark, is all,” he accused. “You tried to kill Hatty then you shot me in the head.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You were an easier mark,” the Baroness told him. “I’m surprised you’re still alive after your encounter with your President yesterday. Or hasn’t Dominic caught up with you yet?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Mr Epitome tried to throw me through a wall,” CSFB! beamed. “Of course, I bounce.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, at least you’ve settled once and for all the question of whether you’re fit to lead the Lair Legion,” Beth smirked. “It’s a good job Jay decided to leave his imaginary love nest with sweet little Zdenka and come back to take charge of your sadly reduced band of super-boy-scouts.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We’re not here to trade gossip, Baroness,” Hatman scowled. “We have questions.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“But my counsel isn’t present,” the villainess noted. “Isn’t this an infringement of my human rights?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Isn’t conquering the planet an infringement of human rights?” CSFB! demanded hotly.     The Baroness shook her head. “Not when it was a necessary part of saving the world from the aggression of the Parody Master,” she replied. “Conventional defences had failed. The Legion and dear Sir Mumphrey had failed. I had to step up to the plate and do what was required. But I’m sure you’ll hear lots more about that when I have my day in court.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You don’t seriously think anybody will buy that?” Hatman asked.     The Baroness leaned back in her chair and smirked again.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We have questions,” CrazySugarFreakBoy! repeated. “What did you do with Laurie?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Laurie who?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Laurie Leyton, who you impersonated right down to a psychic level,” Hatman growled. “We know you did something nasty to her in your cellars. Where is she now?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I think you must have me mixed up with somebody who answers naive stupid questions from effete superheroes,” the Baroness replied.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Where’s your grandfather, Baron Otto?” CSFB! shot at her. “What’s he doing now?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“My dear grandfather died many years ago. I can show you his death certificate.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Where’s Captain Kaan gone?” Hatman demanded. “Where did he take that dimensional dreadnaught that defected?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Kaan has gone? And taken an entire planet-destorying warship with him?” Beth shook her head sadly. “How disturbing.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“He’s not got the Parody Master backing his ship any more,” Hatman acknowledged, “but he could still be trouble.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes indeed,” the Baroness agreed. “You must be quite worried.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What about Silicone Sally?” CrazySugarFreakBoy! challenged. “Any idea where she’ll have slunk off to after she dripped off your fat ass when the PM zapped you?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I really don’t think that some who is married to Alice April Apple should go around insulting other people’s vital statistics,” Elizabeth von Zemo replied. “Tell me, when you and she take that pensioner from Faerie to bed with you do you call her ‘mommy’?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Give it up, Baroness,” Hatman advised. “You might think you’re playing the clever adversary with an ace in the hole. We know you’re actually being the defeated inadequate world conqueror who got taken down despite her treacheries and brutalities and is going to spend the rest of her natural life in prisons like this. Your dumb impostor games placed the whole world in danger and nobody’s going to forget that. You’re just about the most hated person on the planet now and it’s a pleasure to see you punished for your crimes.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Or to put it another way, you got your wide ass whupped by a bunch of kids and Sir Mumphrey Wilton,” CSFB! snickered. “You’re not going to Disneyland.”     The Baroness scowled slightly, but whatever retort she was about to make never passed her lips as the lights went out all over the Safe. The emergency back-ups painted the prison with a livid red light until they also faded out. The alarm klaxons fell silent with a dying wail.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Trouble,” Hatman frowned, reaching for his comm-card.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You should have left the jailbreak attempt until we weren’t here, Bethie,” CrazySugarFreakBoy! warned the Baroness.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“This is nothing to do with me, moron,” she snapped back. “I was near the top off the Parody Master’s kill list. You think I’d want to release a couple of thousand Avawarriors into a high-security confined area with me?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“There’s no radio signal behind these shielded walls,” Hatman discovered. He pulled on his Steelers hat. “We’re on our own.” ***     Ã¢â‚¬Å“That seemed to go very well, Mister Skinner,” noted Mr Flay. The two men in their conservative business suits were stood in the grounds of the abandoned Flanagan Carnival that had once shared Flanagan Island with the metahuman penitentiary.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Very well indeed, Mr Flay. I imagine that Warden Westwood and the others will be somewhat perturbed at the moment.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Somewhat perturbed indeed, Mr Skinner. I believe we can move on to our next task.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“That’s encouraging, Mr Flay. I haven’t broken anyone’s bones since that iced-cream salesgirl this morning.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“She won’t forget your sprinkles again, Mr Skinner.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“That’s true, Mr Flay. On account of me twisting her head off.”     The unusual pair vanished before the security clampdown became total. ***     Whitney Darkness, Ebony of Nubilia, and Liu Xi Xian moved their way carefully through the vast shell of the burned out manufacturing plant that loomed over Black’s Crossing. The only light filtered down in dusty shafts through rents in the corrugated iron roof. Occasional pigeons disturbed the dust on the beams above, scattering ash down to join their guano on the detritus of the floor.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Something’s wrong,” warned Sorceress.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“This whole place is wrong,” Ebony pointed out. “The atmosphere is…”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“She means something’s specifically wrong now,” Liu Xi clarified. “The dimensions are shifting somehow. It feels like things are closing in around us. Like a trap.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Isn’t that likely to be why Xander sent us here?” Ebony checked. “He knew there was some evil that needed to be dealt with, something that he would normally handle.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Or manipulate someone else to handle.” Sorceress had no illusions about her absent father, the master of the mystic crafts. “But he’s not the Hooded Hood. Xander doesn’t play games for the sheer pleasure of it.” She frowned and reached for the letter in her pocket. “Why didn’t he give us more information?”     Liu Xi looked around sharply as a movement in the shadows caught her eye. It was only a rat. “This feels strange,” she admitted. “Like we walked into a movie.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“A horror movie, where the girls get slaughtered one by one,” Ebony agreed. “Let’s not split up and search separately. And maybe we should consider sending out for back-up.”     Whitney agreed and thumbed her comm-card. “Hallie? It’s Whit, in Black’s Crossing of all place. We could use some help. Who’s available?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Sorry Whitney,” the voice of the Legion’s A.I. replied. “You’ve not been around much for us lately. Why should we bail you out? You think we’ve forgotten how you sold us out to the Hooded Hood and let him shape a world where half the team were dead just so you and Jay could be all right?”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“What?” gasped Liu Xi as Sorceress turned pale. “That can’t be… No way would she say that.”     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Check your letters,” Ebony warned, staring at the missive she held in her own trembling hand. The document now read entirely differently:     Ebony, I’m writing this not because I think you’ll care but just to let you know how badly I miss my father, who you murdered along with so many others that you’ve fed to that elder monster you worship. Sure, dad was stupid and got caught up with some weird psycho cult that was doing weird things, but I know he’d have pulled round and become himself again if only you hadn’t brought that thing to slaughter him…     Liu Xi quickly glanced down at her own letter; …could have had my love, could have turned me around, taught me what it means to be human, to be a hero. But now I know what I am – a monster, a Doomherald, so from now on no restraint, no attempts at humanity, just death, murder and death, and every one of them will be dedicated to you, my faithless flower, every single time I kill will be in your name and it will be because of you…     The young elementalist swallowed hard. “We have to get out of here!” she cried, grabbing Sorceress and Ebony and manipulating the fifth Chinese element void to transport them far from that terrible place.     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hold on…!” warned Whitney, but by then Liu Xi could already feel the void tearing under her, dropping them out of reality to somewhere else.     Sorceress just had time to glimpse her own letter as they fell into hell. It simply said: Got you. *** Continued... *** Original concepts, characters, and situations copyright © 2007 reserved by Ian Watson. Other Parodyverse characters copyright © 2007 to their creators. 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OK, that ending was a great one! The return to Black's Crossing was both unexpected, yet a perfect location for such a spooky mystery that you seem to have cooked up. I eagerly want the next part!

Oh, and good to see Harry again and Dancer's Happy Ending again. Hope it lasts, for at least another chapter.

Al B.