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I trust whomever you trust (with one notable exception)...I'll be here!

did either of you guys meet Elvis while you were dead?

<splash>

**Purr**

Well this joint ain't changed much.

I heard Hrun has an office here. That oughta be good fer a laugh. Think I'll look the bug lunk up.

I kinda miss him.

**Purr**

For anybody who isn't already confused by all this:

"All things are subject to change, and we change with them".

Elvis would have to be dead too for that to happen.

oh ... um, Miner ... Elvis left the building some time ago ...

maybe Space Ranger is Elvis ...

Good to see the cover story's still working.

Okay Security Office, time for you people to get me up to speed.

Where is Hrun likely to strike and who will rally to his cause?

And what the hell is his cause?


Truth and Justice shall Prevail
(If he breaks up Cramer's Place again, I'll never hear the end of it!)

I'm pretty sure Hrun is trying to recruit members for NAMBLA ...

Woot?

Hrun walks into his office. Moving to his desk he picks up a small silver truncheon, on it is inscribed “patrician’s award” A half smile crosses his face as he remembers when he and Matlock won that particular award. Then he reaches into a drawer and removes a tarnished Security office badge.

Scrawling an almost illegible note (well barbarians are not renowned for literacy) he turns to leave.

On the desk the note reads

“I must ressine as of now. A security ossifer can not do what I must doo the King must not return yet”

like I said, maybe Space Ranger is Elvis ...

<one overweight, bearded, cigar smoking old school security officer watches on. He eats another donut, belches and then puts his cigar out.>

Time ta let ol'Narcissus know...

[STU walks in, licking his lips.]

Hello there, Cobalt Kid.

Have you seen SharkLad or Stoopid Cat lately?

Oh, no reason. Just curious.

[breathless]

Hey, Cobie, was STU just here a few minutes ago? You know, the Legion World version of me? I'm a little worried...

<opening up boxes and throwing them aside>

At last...here they are! The missing tapes from that fateful day, almost a year ago! Now I can see for sure that Cobalt didn't kill Lard Lad.

At least, I hope that's the case. Cobalt grows more distant each day...

Its not safe to play them here; the Office of Security has long been compromised. I'll have to find another ally who can help me see what information the tapes may have...

Lolita? It's Rockhopper Lad. You asked me to come by, right? What's up?

Time to get this place back up and running.

Especially if Virgin Lad thinks he can just declare Martial Law and cancel the upcoming elections...


Truth and Justice shall Prevail!
(Get Gladys the Sentient Disco Ball in here... I've got a job for her...)

Ohmygod, Like move it people...

If you're not involved with the transport of Mr. Cobalt then priority ONE is finding the following people and bringing them in for questioning:

Gary Concord

Lard Lad

Clive Taylor aka Virgin lad

shenu

As a long time security officer, I must protest the questioning of Lard Lad ... what suspicions have you?

Ohmygod! Sharky, he's like had a history of fueding with Mr. Cobalt including like a couple of knock-down drag-out fights and he's made threats in the past.

And we don't like know if this is some outsider trying to weaken the LMBP by taking out it's most powerful members, which would make him a prime target.

And anyway we just wanna like talk to him. We want to find out if he knows anything we don't know.

So like quit like gnashing your teeth at me and go like find him.

<span style="font-size: 50px;">Like Right Now, Sharky!!</span>

<In the alley next to Clive Taylor aka Virgin Lad's Apartment Building. Lt Hutch Starsky, Head of CSI for legion World, is supervising a crew of investigators. Standing with him are My Wee Fem and Jailbait Lass.>

Lt Starsky: Space Ranger is transporting the body to Medicus Tower in a Stasis capsule.

MWF: He's still alive after having his hand chopped off and being thrown out a 14th floor window?

Lt Starsky: Not that I could tell but you know how Spacey is... The body was still warm so he thinks Clive might have some spark of life left in him and if any Doctor in this universe can bring someone back from that close to death... it's Doc One.

JBL: Yeah, Doc One's proven that to be true more than once...

well, as long as you just wanna talk to him ... I'll see what I can do ... but if this goes screwy at any point, I'm coming after you ...

VVVVVVVVV
Everyday Girl
^^^^^^^^^^^^^

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<suddenly, in the shadows of the trees outside of the Office of Security, Exnihil winks in from the future . He looks around to get his bearings and sights his past self uneasily swaying toward toward the front doors. The past Ex looks rather the worse for wear: his shirt-tails untucked, an unseemly stain down the front, a four-day facial hair growth, cowlick askew in a disheveled fashion. Future Ex grows pensive as he watches his past self>


Oh my god, I know this day! This is the day just prior to the one I just left... this is where I tried to confess to the Cobie assassination. I think I'm beginning to sense a pattern.


<suddenly he gets an idea. Franticly he reaches inside his jacket and takes out a pen and paper. He scrawls something hastily down, looks again at past Ex, and makes up his mind>


It's now or never... HEY... EXNIHIL!!!


<past Ex looks over to the shadows and squints. He's not quite certain of what's going on but, in his drunken state, wanders over anyway>


Who're you? <he slurls> Whaddya want?


<future Ex, making sure to stay obscured by the shadows, holds out the paper>


Listen, Ex, I need you to do me a favor. Take this... no I don't have time to explain... listen, I know you've got business of your own, but it's very important that you give this to the Office of Security.


<uneasily, past Ex takes the paper. He drunkenly sways, confused, but beyond the point of caring>


What? No... you know what... fine... I don't even care... whatever, buddy.


<Past Ex stumbles off again toward the Security Office, as future Ex watches sadly. He whispers to himself>


I pray this works


<He bends down and digs about a foot into the ground. Again he pulls out an aged pocketwatch, winds it, and reburies it in the ground>


Six o'clock, Phineas.


<Future Ex disappears >


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<The double doors to the lobby of the Office of Security swing open. Past Ex stumbles uneasily to the front desk where the on-duty clerk is busy with paperwork>


Ahem.

A...HEM!

Hello. I... uh... I'd like to turn myself in.

I... uh... have certain... information... regarding a campaign -related assassination attempt on one "Cobalt Kid".

Oh... and some guy wanted you to have this...


<he hands the paper to the desk clerk... takes an uneasy step backward... and promptly passes out>

<the desk clerk looks down at the crumpled form on the floor before him, shakes his head, places the paper into a huge pile in his in-bin... then goes back to his paperwork>

Ohmygod! Is he wasted on Diet Coke? Like who the heck gets wasted on Diet Coke?

Put him in the infirmary and call Doc One... Maybe he's got some like real medical problem we don't know about...