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Is it time for the LNH to crash this party (or at
least wonder why Sig.ago is being called (let me
get this right?) Chicago?)!
And is it time for
The Dvandom Stranger to correct people who
mistakenly call him Dave -- for that was another
time so long ago... and he must remain a...
After a week or so, somebody noticed. The plain that had been Chicago
merely a single week before was swept by a chill wind, a wind that wouldhave
indicated a terrible loss and the presence of great evil in the world, except
for the fact that it would have been there anyway, regardless of what minor
human events had happened in the land that it swept dry. The great polluted
lake also waxed fury, lashing the empty coast with waves of sewage, effluent
of a city that no longer existed. The great monstrosity of the scenery, and
the drama that attended it, was lost on the superheroes.
"Look. We have one missing city. We have one member disappearingin
mysterious circumstances- although that`s nothing new in itself." The Ultimate
Ninja sounded tired. He deeply wished he were somewhere else, fighting afoe
he could see, someone he could punch, gouge, slash, disembowel...
Occultism Kid flinched for several good reasons, most of them hanging
on UN`s sword belt, and looked imploringly at Cliche Dude, who said: "Hehas
ways of making you talk." He sighed and began.
"Look, it's not occult. Weird, yes. Not occult. I`ve tried a few rituals- no psychic influence, no demonic posession, no nothing. All I can
tell is that it`s dangerous to go in."
"So where did Chicago go, then?"
"Well, I suppose it went... in there..."
UN sighed. Endless fight scenes. Interminable crossovers. Tryingto
keep the LNH under control. And now this. He could do without the hassle.
"Diane, it`s... 2:34 pm, and I`m approaching what used to be thecentre
of Chicago. The satellite reports were right. No traffic jams in the windy
city. The whole place seems to have disappeared. Strange.
"Oh, great," said the Ultimate Ninja. "A trenchcoater. Just whatwe
need." The man walked up to them.
"I`m Dale Cooper, FBI. You are...?"
"Strange. Have any of you gone in?"d
"No. We think it might be dangerous."
"What sort of danger?"
"We don`t know."
"Great. Well, I`m going in." Cooper went up to the front door, an
opened it. "Hmm. Smells like coffee." He went in.
"His problem. Let`s get back to the HQ," said the Ultimate Ninja.
LJ stumbled out of the bar, stil seeing stars. She blinked. There
was silence. No trenchcoaters arguing, no American revelers, no
people, period.
She looked up, and saw a grey sky devoid of stars.
"Oh shite..." She put a hand to her throbbing head, and tried to recall exactly what had happened. She groaned. "Grim's case. The damned thing
did something. Bugger all, where is everyone?" She turned back towards Buckets. "Kit?" She called out. Silence. "Bloody hell, *Kit*?"
she yelled again.
"Shite, Dave, don't sneak up on people like that." The Dvandom Stranger floated two feet off the ground, scowling.
"I am not Dave, nor will I ever be again. I a merely-"
"A Stranger, right, I know.
"Which way is the bastard who did all this." Her dark eyes narrowed dangerously. For all her cavaleir attitude back in the bar, she was worried
about Kit. He'd been hurt, maybe dying. Someone was going to pay bigtime
if it came that far.
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