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SYPHRETT'S TALES.

This is the home of the fictional city of Church Hill, and the heroes that live there: Leaguer, agent of a galactic police force; The Fear, mysterious avenger of the night; Johnny Shield, silent defender of justice; Jack Dragon, magician extraordinaire.

These and more await your reading pleasure.

All characters copyrighted by the author, Carl Syphrett.

August 2, 2010- Chasing Islands part five is done.

Ken Hayata shook his head. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Who were these people? You didn't commit murder at a shrine.

You certainly didn't shoot the shrine up while you were trying to commit the murder.

He had to do something to stop this before innocents were caught in the crossfire. He didn't know what the target had done, but surely it didn't warrant all this.

Ken started his bike and headed down toward the fight.

He placed his thumb on a reader on the handlebar as he roared through the trees. The bike came apart around him as he kept going. It reassembled around him in a silver and red armor. He landed in a run.

It was time to do what he did.

Ken crashed through the brush. His armor protected him from anything that tried to cling to him as he ripped through it. He had to get to the fight as fast as possible. The vegetation would have to suffer.

He burst on to the shrine grounds. Some of the place was still burning. He took the time to deploy fire extinguisher bombs as he ran. Clouds of white smothered the fire as he kept going.

He spotted the woman first. She appeared to be made of stone, with a large white patch on the side of her face he could see. She swung her arm up to catch him, and try to throw him to the ground.

Ken didn't know how tough the woman was. He decided to err on the side of caution. He didn't want to break a bone in what looked like a fragile old lady. He caught the arm and flung her through the air. She hit hard and laid where she fell.

Maybe he had thrown her too hard.

Ken decided to check on her later. There were still five others wandering loose. One of those was setting fire to the landscape. That had to be more important than if he unintentionally hurt a woman who had tried to stop him.

He pounded down into the trees. Most of the men looked ordinary. He should target the fiery one to limit collateral damage. Then the gunslinger had to go. The muscle should be third. Then the two walking men up ahead.

Ken decided to take those two as targets of opportunity. He could catch up with the others in a minute.

He targeted the nearest man with his gauntlet gun. He fired. A net spread from the shell. The net passed through the silent man. He gave the armored adventurer a glare.

"Go ahead and help the others." The other man stepped around his companion. "I will hold this one here until you're done."

Ken fired again. He didn't have time to waste on two old men who thought they could get in his way. They obviously didn't intend on stopping their murder. He doubted they would pause at murdering a witness.

The man stepped out of the way of the net. He shook his head.

"You can't stop me with that." The green eyed killer started walking towards Ken as the other man drifted toward the chase through the trees. "I'm afraid you got involved in something you should have left alone, hero."

Ken switched ammo and fired again. The net bullet didn't work. He needed to blind this guy first. He was already superhumanly fast from the way he reacted to the first shell.

Light and sound blasted between the two men. That forced the other man to stagger back. Ken switched ammo and fired again. This guy was trained to fight. He had to be taken down so he wouldn't be a nuisance.

The man jumped. Maybe he couldn't see, or hear, but he still felt enough to try and get out of the way of the net. The strands wrapped around his legs. He went down from the force of the wrapping.

Ken sped by. He would come back and deal with that one after he had caught up with the others.

He called up a display to figure out where the others were. Small explosions gave him a vector. He ran to get ahead of the moving battle.

He jumped over a road, avoided five trees, and saw a streak of fire cutting the ground ahead. He dialed up his fire extinguisher as he tried to decide where the fire bird was going to cross his path.

Ken got into an ambush position just in the nick of time. The fire bird was trying to hit the Westerner with its breath weapon. It didn't have eyes for anyone else who might be out there. He blasted it with the foam.

The fire went out in a cloud. The pyromanic hit a tree among the whiteness and bounced. He hit the ground and rolled.

Ken winced at the impact. Maybe he should have waited for the guy to get closer to the ground before putting him out.

The mountain tried to grab the Westerner. The man slapped his opponent once. The mercenary flew down the mountain like a human avalanche.

Explosions wracked Ken's armor. He fell down the mountain in a flurry of alerts. He had lost track of the gunslinger. That had been a costly mistake.

Ken tried get up. His armor said to quit moving around until it was done fixing itself up enough to let him move around. He decided to listen to it. He couldn't fire his weaponry like this.

The gunslinger turned to fire at the real target of the hunt. He was laughing. It would be nothing to blow this sitting duck away now.

The Westerner grabbed a tree and clubbed the gunman with it. He flew after his fellow minions with a cry. Then the target threw the tree after them.

"Who are you?" The foreigner grabbed Ken and threw him over his shoulder. He doubled back toward the shrine.

"There's one more out here." Ken could at least get the speaker to work. "He's untouchable."

"I don't plan to stay around long enough to find out how he does that." The man carried Ken faster than a normal man could walk on his own. "I'm getting out of here as fast as possible."

The killer in question appeared in front of him, blocking the path with his arms spread wide.

"Maybe I'll have to stay around long enough to figure out how he does it." He put Ken down off the trail. "What's your problem, Tex?"

The man reached down and pulled his chest open with a casual ripping by his hands. Tentacles sprang forth. They whipped around the target, trying to crush him.

"You're a monster." The Westerner grabbed the tentacles. "I should have known."

He started spinning. The monster tried to catch to an anchor. Instead it flew through the air in a circle as the white man spun in place.

Then the foreigner slammed his enemy into the ground. The monster bounced high in the air from the impact. It hit the ground, and its tentacles curled around it.

"I hope that hurt." The Westerner picked Ken up over his shoulder and started forward.

"I see you have dealt with my colleagues." The green eyed killer stepped forward. "I think it's my turn now."

"Walk away, old man." The foreigner put Ken back on the ground. "All of your guys are hurt. This guy is hurt. We can do this some other time. It'll be just you and me."

"Why should I believe you?" The killer seemed to be watching for a trick.

"I'm going that way." The white man pointed to the northwest. "I'm sure you can keep track of me going through Asia."

"There's a village." The killer gave him directions. "That is where we will meet."

"I'll be there." He picked up Ken and started walking away. "Bring your friends."

August 2, 2010- Lastest chapter for Duncan's Engine is up

Duncan and his companions paused when they saw the camp in the distance. Lord Morgan had anticipated them from the looks of things. How could they get to the library beyond the wall of defenders around it?

The dreamer knew that he should be able to fight through the crowd since this was his dream. On the other hand, he had heard of nightmares that had started the same way.

I can do anything. Not now, you can't.

Maybe they could bluff some of them out of position somehow.

They certainly needed to get through the army to get into the keep beyond. Even in a dream, he doubted he should try and throw the princess over the wall.

Princesses didn't fly over their enemies.

"We have three options as I see them." Duncan hoped the dream wouldn't twist that around to bite him. "We can go down and talk to these guys. We can go down and fight our way through them. We can turn around and look for some other place we can get the marriage things we want for your plan."

"What would we say that would make the officers move their force?" Count Dylan seemed to be considering that. Evidently the force arrayed against him made him consider the highly unlikely over the suicidal.

"We could tell them that the princess is already married and marching on the Capitol." Duncan frowned. "They wouldn't believe that."

"They might if you had the proper papers." Dylan smiled. "The question is how good of a liar are you?"

"I don't think I'm in the same league as you and the princess." The dreamer shrugged at the count's smile and the princess's frown. "I guess I'm the only one who has a chance of getting out alive since I'm the one dreaming this mess. Give me what you got."

"When we were in Dolph's Fen, I procured orders while we were looking around." The count pulled out several papers. "I procured blank pages for orders I should say."

"So we forge the orders?" Duncan smiled. "How's your penmanship?"

"Excellent." The count pulled out a candle, quill, and a bottle of ink. "Hopefully the commander is illiterate. That will help us immensely."

"I go in, tell the commander he has new orders, wait for them to pull out, sneak you guys in later." Duncan went over the sequence. It looked action movie doable to him. It was a plan crazy enough to work.

"Exactly." Dylan started writing. "We'll have to make the exact force pulled away up to the commander. Otherwise, he'll get suspicious and want to question you on the authenticity of the orders."

"I can see where that would be bad." Duncan wasn't allowing anyone to question him.

"If there is trouble, head east." Dylan took a moment to point while the ink dried. "Head for that small lake. We'll watch for you there."

"Got it." Duncan smiled. "Hopefully this will work as planned."

"We will keep watch from here for trouble." Arisia strung her bow, strumming the string.

Dylan lit the candle. He folded the paper up when he was sure the ink was dry. He waited for the candle to produce enough melted wax for what he needed. Then he pressed the wax on the fold to seal the order into an envelope. He pressed a ring into the wax to imitate the official seal.

"This should look official enough to fool the commander." Dylan handed the envelope over before putting his tools back in his travel bag.

"It'll go badly if it doesn't." Duncan took the fake orders and put them in his own travel bag. "Once more into the breach."

Duncan started down the road toward the army. He counted the ways this could go badly as he went. He stopped when he repeated himself on being exsanguinated on a hook.

Just thinking about it gave him the shivers. Besides he realized he was tempting fate for that to happen if he thought about it too much.

At least he hadn't run into a Freddy Krueger yet.

Quit tempting fate.

Duncan concentrated on reaching the horde. He tried not to think on what could go wrong. He resorted to counting his steps. That seemed to work until he got to the first sentry at the edge of the tent city.

"What is your business?" The soldier leveled his spear at Duncan. The dreamer raised his hands.

"I have orders for the commander." Duncan wondered how he could be convincing enough to be allowed pass. He was a terrible liar. "Do you mind not pointing that at me?"

"What orders?" The sentry was joined by another man. "Where is your horse?"

"I lost it." Duncan reached for his bag slowly. "If one of you would hand this over for me, I'll be going."

"No." The first sentry shook his spear. "You take it in. The general will want to talk to you in person."

"Marvelous." Duncan let the bag hang down. "Lead on, Macduff."

The sentry escorted the messenger through the orderly mass. The army worked on their weapons, their armor, provisions, and their animals. The equivalent of sergeants were everywhere, shouting orders at their recruits. The commander's tent was the central highlight of the wall of bodies.

"Wait here while I talk to the guard." The sentry started forward. "Take off the sword belt. No weapons are allowed."

Duncan unbuckled the belt and wrapped it around the sword. That was a sensible precaution in his opinion. He might be anybody there to kill the leader of the army. A message would be the perfect ruse.

"The general will see you now." The sentry handed him off to the guard who took his sword. He put the weapon on the ground beside his feet.

"I'll want that back." The dreamer stepped inside the tent. The interior was lit by candles and a small fire pit in the ground.

"Come forward." The general gave Duncan the eye, before looking at his attendants. None of them looked convinced that he was legitimate.

The dreamer started wondering how many he could kill with his bare hands if he had to fight his way out of the tent.

He balked at thoughts of trying to fight everyone outside the tent.

"Where are these orders?" The general held out a hand. "Do you know what's in them?"

"No sir." Duncan pulled out the sealed envelope and handed it over.

The general cut the seal and glanced over the writing. He handed it to the aide next to him. The man also read it. He just read it more slowly.

"You can leave." The general waved Duncan off.

Duncan nodded and turned and left. His back itched for the expected knife in the back. He made it outside without trouble. The guard handed over his sword belt.

He brushed it off and put it on.

August 31, 2010- next chapter of Leaguer's Skyscraper is done.

The administrator looked at the press card, then at Flores. He put on his smile as he sat in the visitor chair. His cane rested against the arm of the chair.

"I don't see how I can help you, Mr. Flores." She handed back the card. "Our patients' records are confidential as you well know."

The reporter put the card away as he looked at the nameplate on the desk. He thought Howlett was a good name for her. She looked like a monkey in a good wig to him.

"I don't know if this woman is a patient, Mrs. Howlett." He decided to be neutral. He wouldn't get anywhere if he tried to force something out. "I just need to know if you know her."

"Do you have a name?" Mrs. Howlett regarded him with her sharp gaze. If looks could cut meat from bones, she had it.

"Not exactly." Flores winced at the eyebrow going up. "All I have is a picture."

She held out a claw of a hand. He handed over the picture of the girl. He had made sure to leave off the DMV information from the picture. It wasn't real, and why stir the old biddy up any more than he had to see if there was a connection.

"I do know her." Mrs. Howlett handed the picture back. "She is a volunteer here."

"Is she here today?" Flores put the picture away. This could be his chance to get a solid lead on the bank phantoms.

"No." Mrs. Howlett sat back in her chair. "What is this about, Mr. Flores?"

"I'm looking for some people in connection to a story I am writing for my column." The reporter realized he had to disengage. This woman might ruin everything by calling the so-called volunteer. "Do you have her name and number so I can call her?"

"No." The administrator shook her head. "Even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you. I think this is where we should part company."

"I assure you this doesn't have anything to do with the home." Flores looked for some handle he could use to get what he wanted. He found he didn't have anything useful unless he wanted to tell her everything.

He wasn't ready to do that.

She pointed at the exit.

Flores shrugged. He gathered up his cane and limped toward the door. He pretended to check his watch as he walked out of the door. His aide planted some bugs he could use in his quest for information.

Hopefully, Mrs. Howlett would call someone. He could track the number thanks to System's ability to hack any system.

Then he could get a real address to check into, real names to trace back, real histories that were more than wastes of time to read.

He suspected the reason for the lack of history was an excellent piece of hacking. It went with the way the banks were being victimized. If he could tag the hacker, the rest would fall into place like the last piece of a perfect jigsaw puzzle.

He looked at some of the patients. Only one looked at him with interest. He could see it in the man's eyes. His soft features turned the other way when he thought the reporter was looking at him.

Flores caught him looking at him twice as he walked toward the main entrance of the home.

Maybe that's why the girl was listed at living at the home.

Flores started across the parking lot to the sidewalk. He needed to get in and look at the records. Computers seemed to be no problem. How good was he at physical stuff?

"System." Flores turned to look at the windows. The one man was pressed to one to watch the reporter walk away. He quickly turned away. "We need to know who that guy is. Can you find out for us?"

-Working.-

The computer brain thought about its tactics. It needed information. How did it get it?

System decided the best choice was a hack on Mrs. Howlett's computer. One of its bugs had her office under surveillance. A simple command told it to get to work trying to look at the files. It sent another after the man. That bug died.

The aide checked the second bug. Its creations didn't just die on their own. They had half-lives that stretched beyond the length of the human race's history.

-Subject is a machine mind.- System gave the conclusion without inflection. -Still checking for history.-

Flores looked for a place to sit down. He should have seen that coming. It explained everything. It was also something he would have to be careful about if he didn't want System crashing while he was wearing the armor.

That would be disastrous in his opinion.

He needed a way to counter the machine mind's power without having to kill him. The agency frowned on lethal force unless it was totally justified during an investigation. He frowned on it because the armor could give him options if he thought about it.

"We need to set up a back up command option, System." Flores spotted a bus stop bench that he could sit on. "We also need to identify that man, and the woman. What's the connection?"

-Affirmative.-

The computer brain set up a watch from a distance on the machine mind. As long as the bug kept its distance and didn't attract his attention, it should be okay.

The other bug rifled through the administration files in the computer on Mrs. Howlett's desk. She seemed to be checking the charts from what it could see. Maybe the administrator knew more than she had let on.

She would have to know something was going on if a reporter was checking on a sterling volunteer to her establishment.

The question was what would she do about it?

System ordered its minion to follow her around and avoid the other target as much as possible.

Maybe something would reveal itself if it kept watch.

The aide turned its attention to building a back up. It went over the information in the library on other machine minds the Leaguers had faced across the universe. It selected several options available to it to implement.

It wasn't a perfect defense. If the machine mind concentrated on the weaknesses, he could still shut the armor down before the agent had a chance to deal with him. System programmed an instant shot at the man if they confronted each other.

The stun guns should take care of that.

"We need to suit up." Flores grabbed his cane, and limped away from the bus stop. "I have a feeling this is about to become a crisis."

August 30, 2010- Part four of Chasing Islands is done.

Cindy Taggert looked at the group she had assembled. She had used some of her contacts to put it together. She didn't pause to wonder if they were up to the job.

It made no difference to her as long as they got the guy who busted up her face.

"The guy we want is on a small island off the coast called Sensui." Cindy liked the way they nodded. They knew the place at least. "They lost him for a little bit until he reached the island across the Sensui Bridge. We're going over and getting this guy. Any questions?"

"Is this man really so dangerous?" The speaker was a mountain stuffed into a Hawaiian shirt. He had no neck and little hair. "I see some of the best killers here."

"I don't know how dangerous he is." Cindy glared at the man. "That's why I am paying all of you to bring him in. If he is too dangerous for the lot of you, I'll have to reconsider my plans."

"Where is he on Sensui?" This man was narrow like a whippet. He had a ton of pistols in various holsters across his body.

"Our man said he was heading for some shrine at the top of the mountain." Cindy pointed to a spot on a map she had pinned to a table.

"Is he religious?" The speaker was nondescript. No seemed to want to get close to him.

"Not that I know of." Taggert wondered why that mattered. "I think he wants something in the shrine, or on the grounds. He's moving on to China according to the taunting he did after he's done here. We have to get him before that happens."

"We will." The youngest man spoke up with a smile. "He can't possibly stand up to the combined might you have assembled in this room. He would have to be inhuman."

"He might be inhuman." The nondescript man shook his head. The rest of the group edged away from their youthful colleague. The expressions on their face said he would be used as cannon fodder if the chance came.

"I have transportation ready if we can load up and go." Cindy cut through the personality clash before it could get started. "We don't have a lot of time."

"We're ready, madam." The big guy headed for the door. He seemed glad they had met in a hangar. That meant the door was big enough for him to get through without a problem.

The man with the pistols pulled on a long coat and a hat. He slid on shades to hide his eyes. He slouched from the meeting.

The kid grinned at Cindy as he walked out after his comrades. She noticed he wasn't grinning like a happy person, but more like a shark. She probably should reconsider using him. She decided she didn't have the time to find a replacement. She would have to watch him for trouble.

Psychos tended to go after people on their side just as much as the enemy. If he turned, she would have to try and drop him as fast as possible so he didn't screw up the game plan.

The last two preceded Cindy. The nondescript man walked quietly along, green eyes inspecting the grounds as he went. He seemed the least emotional of all the men her contacts had gotten her.

The last man straightened his suit, but kept his silence. He walked just as silently as his colleague with almost as much inscrutability.

Cindy decided these two were the most dangerous. She didn't have any way to gauge what they could do from the way they acted. She hoped they lived up to her expectations.

She closed the door of the hangar and headed across the tarmac to a heavy cargo copter. She needed it to lift the mountain of muscle on his own, much less with five companions. She got in the side door and strapped in. She pulled on her helmet so she could talk to the pilot.

"Take us up." She gave him map coordinates to fly the distance to her enemy. "If there is a change, I'll let you know."

The helicopter lifted off as the passengers secured themselves. It banked out of the concrete canyons of Tokyo and headed toward the ocean. Then the pilot would turn north to reach the island in question.

The only problem he could think of was where would he land. He knew Sensui. It didn't have any air support facilities anywhere.

The island appeared within minutes of their flight. He circled in toward the top of the island mass. The road circled up to a shrine at very top of the mountain. That was where the coordinates indicated he needed to be.

"We can't land." The pilot circled above the shrine. "There's no place to let you out."

"Bring us in as low as you can." Cindy unstrapped and stood. One hand held her steady with a grip on a grip near the door. "We'll jump. Circle down to the bridge. We'll meet you there."

The pilot nodded even though he didn't like the order. He would have to fly down and find a place to land close to where the authorities could interfere with him with no delay. He would have to come up with a good reason to be on the ground while he waited.

Maybe he could claim an engine malfunction. It would cause some problems for him. The pay was worth it.

He brought the helicopter down to hover over a courtyard around several small trees. The group dropped down on the flagstones. He lifted off when he was sure they were clear of the blades. He didn't want to cut someone up and ruin his vehicle in an easily avoided accident.

Now he had to find a place to land and wait for their arrival.

Taggert looked at her men. They all seemed calm and ready for the job ahead. She wondered if she looked as calm as they did. She doubted it.

"I see you brought some help, old woman." The sailor appeared out of a small building. He took off his coat and put it on a block bench designed to let people watch a pool of water in quiet contemplation. "Are you sure you want to do this here?"

"If not here, where?" Cindy took off her own jacket. She saw the others were also readying themselves to fight in their own ways. "I'm here to kill you. Nothing will stop me from that."

The sailor laughed lightly.

"None of you will leave here in one piece." He raised a hand in a come on gesture. "I guarantee that."

"Enough talk." The youngest killer caught fire, forming wings as he flew forward. "Burn!"

His scream set the shrine on fire. The trees turned into bonfires as he surged at the sailor. Both men went down in a ball before he was kicked away by the traveler.

"My turn." The gunslinger pulled pistols and started firing. The bullets kicked up divots from things that got in the way. The building behind the suddenly running sailor became a slice of Swiss cheese as he charged forward after his prey.

"I hate foot chases." The mountain turned and headed down the mountain at an angle to try and intercept the running target.

The firestarter took to the air to add his firepower to the gunslinger's.

"I suppose we should assist." The nondescript man started walking through the trees. His silent tagalong loosened his tie and followed just as slowly.

Cindy took off after her faster moving minions. Maybe her contacts had been wrong about the two quiet men. Maybe they weren't the killers she had been told.

She would have to bring that up with her man when this was over.

August 29, 2010- Loaded Headstrong on the contents page.

August 29, 2010- The first chapter of Stoplight's Bird is done.

Paul Powell sat at a corner table like he usually did. He liked to watch the windows at the front of the restaurant. He also liked the fact that he could see most of the other tables from where he sat.

Carpet covered the floor. Small lights hung from the ceilings over the tables. Old movie posters covered the walls. Paul sat under a picture of Humphrey Bogart whenever he could. The kitchen area was separated from the front of the restaurant by a waist high counter.

Paul knew most of the staff by name, or sight. He was a regular. His office was two buildings over. This restaurant was the perfect place to get a sandwich and coffee while thinking about work.

Paul also knew most of the customers around him by sight. They worked in the office buildings around the restaurant just like he did. He frequently saw one of his clients working at a table next to the window while trying to get through lunch.

A man came into the door with a package. He looked around the room. He started across the room towards Paul.

Paul pushed his plate aside and picked up his cup. He had a revolver concealed by his jacket. He didn't want to pull it unless he had to do that. There was no telling where bullets would go if he opened fire.

The stranger needed to gain some weight. The package rode cradled in an arm like football during a run. He settled in a chair where he could look at Paul while trying to keep an eye on the street.

"Are you Paul Powell?" The stranger's face had a lot of lines from exposure to the sun. His beard was a gray bristle brush to match the thin hair on his head.

"Yes, sir." Powell retained his grip on the cup. He still might have to use it. "What can I do for you?"

"I need you to guard something for me for a couple of days." The stranger seemed satisfied he had Paul's attention. He turned his gaze on the windows. "I'll be back to pick it up when I am done with my arrangements."

"What makes you think I'll do that?" Paul leaned back in his chair. He saw no need to give the man a chance to try and grab him over the table top.

"Your ad says you will guard property for the right price." The man pulled out part of a phone book page. "That's what I need you to do for me."

"What does this property look like?" Paul remembered the ad. He had put it in the book when he had started his detective business years ago.

"I'll show you." The stranger opened the package under his arm just enough to show what was inside it. An ellipse of gleaming metal embossed with a fierce eagle gleamed under the table light until he pulled the cloth cover closed again.

"I have contracts for you to sign." Paul wondered how the man had gotten hold of something like that. "Let's go back to my office and take care of that."

"I don't have time right now." The man held the package out. "I need you to take it now. I'll be in touch with your money and a little extra on top of that."

"I'll need your name." Paul took the package and placed it on the seat beside him.

"My name is Smith." The stranger got up. He tucked the clipping away in his coat before pulling out a wallet. He counted a small wad of bills out and handed them over. "I'll be back in a couple of days."

"I'll be looking for you." The detective put the money away. He didn't smile. He could smell trouble a mile away.

Smith started toward the door. He took the clipping out and balled it up for the public trashcan next to the front door. He didn't need it anymore.

Paul watched him step out on the sidewalk. What was going on? He doubted a phone book ad had pointed Smith to his door.

The chatter of an automatic weapon cut through his thoughts. It sounded like Paul wasn't going to collect the rest of his fee after all.

The crowd in the restaurant moved away from the windows. He stood and tucked the disc under his arm. He might as well hold onto it until he found out what was going on.

He pushed his way to the front of the restaurant. It was no use going out the back. If they shot Smith in the street, they might come in and shoot everyone in the place to get the disc. He didn't want that to happen.

It was better if he went out and drew them off. Then they would chase him and leave the potential witnesses alone.

Paul pulled his revolver and held it next to his leg as he stepped out. He broke to his left and started walking away.

Two guys stood on the sidewalk. They held assault rifles as they looked around. They had long coats on over casual suits. He expected that was to hide the rifles from view.

Paul let them see the disc as he headed down to an alley that separated the restaurant from the next building. He turned in the alley and immediately hunted cover. He wanted to give them a surprise.

Flashlight beams played over the alley walls as the two men arrived at the mouth of the alley. They proceeded slowly down the narrow passage. They knew an ambush when they saw one.

Paul had picked a spot where the trash cans formed a barrier around an alcove. He suspected this was for the employees to smoke outside without being seen. He had placed the covered eagle in the trash can closest to the wall. If he lived, he would pull it out before leaving.

Paul leveled his revolver. He wanted to make sure he didn't kill at least one so he had someone to question. He noted the bulk on their upper torsos. He had to decide if it meant muscular chests, or a vest.

He decided on vests.

He pulled the trigger. The bullet exited the barrel and hit before the sound of it cracking the sound barrier appeared. The man farthest from the detective crashed into the alley wall. His rifle flew in the air behind him.

The other man turned toward the flash from the revolver. He raised his rifle to shoot into the shadows caused by the alcove. He joined his comrade on the ground.

He was much too slow thanks to Paul's gift.

Paul stepped out of his hiding place. He had four shots left. He decided to make sure of the two he had before going back and checking if they had help. He pulled their coats down over the shoulders after turning them both face down on the alley floor. He didn't see any blood so the only thing he had to worry about is if he punctured an organ when the bullet hit the vests they were wearing.

He didn't really care other than he needed information from them.

August 28, 2010- The latest chapter of the E-Men's Big Ride is done.

Erv Pike decided the best thing to do was to confront the Knight and do what they could to hold him from the alley. Ernie McGiver had to clean the writing out so the spell couldn't be cast. They didn't know if it would go off if the spell was partially written.

Why take the chance?

The object was to make the Knight lose his window of opportunity. If they could do that, it might stop all the madness. Anything that made Janie Wood smile had to be bad in Erv's estimation.

And bad meant they weren't going to get paid.

And that was the worst thing of all to the E-man.

Erv and Earl Bucky parked across from the suspect house. They got into their overalls and equipment. They had to be ready for the bad guy getting ready to leave before Mickey was done.

McGiver had to clean up the strange writing any way he could. A leviathan couldn't be allowed to wreck the neighborhood. He had an idea of how to do what was needed.

He just needed time to put his machine in operation.

"Here he comes." Pike nodded to the owner of the house getting out of his car in the driveway. He pulled on his helmet. "Ready?"

"As ready as my name is Earl, Erv." The bigger man pulled on his own helmet.

"Then let's talk to this guy before he changes into his alter ego." Pike hopped out of the van. He trotted to the house's front door.

Earl followed in a slow lumber. Why rush to trouble was his way of thinking?

Pike impatiently knocked on the door. He wanted to talk to the guy and collect his fee. No way was he working for free.

"How can I help you?" The owner of the house opened the door a crack. He frowned at the short man and his big friend. He wondered what the E on the jumpsuits meant from the look on his face.

"I'm Erv Pike." Pike wondered if he had to kick the guy to open the door so they could talk with a semblance of reason. "We're here about your demon problem."

"I'm sure I gave at the office." The door tried to slam in their faces.

Earl slapped the door with the flat of his hand. The top quarter broke off and fell inside the entrance. The owner stumbled back.

"Let's try this again." Pike pushed the door open with his foot. "We know you're the guy. We got pictures and everything. We just want your other side to give it up."

"What makes you think I have anything to with whatever you're talking about?" The Knight's human side looked blankly at them.

"We know you're being possessed." Pike pointed to the rock they had discovered earlier. "We know that's behind everything. We just don't know how."

"You're crazy." The owner went to where a phone rested on a base. "I'm calling the police."

"The rock is glowing, Erv." Earl headed for cover on the other side of a couch. Pike dropped down beside him as flames filled the room.

"What's going on with this?" Erv covered his face with his hands as fire cut across the living room.

"Someone didn't like you applying pressure." Earl grabbed a coffee table and built their cover up a little more.

"Tell me about it." Erv took a chance and glanced over their shield. "We have to get him."

"Working on it." Earl grabbed the couch and flung it across the room. It exploded under the barrage from the rock.

"Where did he go?" Erv scanned the part of the house he could see. His enemy had vanished.

The sound of a motorcycle roaring away answered that question. Erv palmed his face. They woke up the evil side and he was going to finish the job earlier than he had appeared the other times they had fought.

"He's heading right for Mickey." Pike pulled out his radio. "Come in, E three. Can you hear me?

Bring the rock, Earl."

"This is E three." Mickey's voice crackled. "I copy, over."

"He's coming right for you, Mickey." Erv ran for the van. Earl trundled behind him with the rock in both hands. "Get ready."

"Say again." Mickey's sounding worried cut through the distortion from the radio like a knife. "Say again. Over."

"He changed early." Erv got behind the wheel as Earl got in the passenger seat. The short man pushed the face of the rock to point out the window on his friend's side of the van. "He's coming to finish the job. Did you get that?"

"Oh, dear." Pike dropped the radio in a door pocket as he gave the key a twist. Mickey seemed to know what was about to happen. The other two thirds of the team had to get there to save the day.

"Drive faster, Erv." Earl hung his head out the window.

"I got the pedal down." Erv barely paused at a stop sign as he watched the road. "We need a better engine."

"We're too late, Erv." The big man pointed at a cloud of smoke heading up into the sky. "He's already carving up what he needs for his big fish."

"There goes our payment." Erv didn't slow down. He had to make sure the money was lost before he gave up.

"There's the Knight." Earl bounced in his seat. "Mickey is still alive."

"Better than that." Erv kept the pedal down. "We're still getting paid."

The van slammed into the burning knight and bike. Both flew from the impact. The knight looked irritated they had decided to use a vehicle as a blunt weapon.

"Get him, Earl." Erv jumped out of the van. "We can't let him get away this time."

"On it, Erv," The big man jumped out his side of the car. He ran forward with the rock in his hand. Apparently he had forgotten to let it go in his excitement.

Pike took a moment to look at the alley. A cloud covered everything in white. He wondered what Mickey had done to do that.

He hoped the gadgeteer hadn't blown everything up as the simplest way to handle things.

Erv put it out of his mind. He still had to deal with a dangerous fountain of flaming death. He would check the alley later to see if it was still standing after the fight.

Earl and the knight danced around. The knight swung his sword. The E-man ducked back out of the way. They turned a complete circle in this fashion.

"It's over, pal." Erv stood off to one side. The last thing he wanted was to get physical. "We got the rock, we got the alley, we shut you down. Give it up before I get dangerous."

"Do you really think you can stop me?" The knight paused. "I can kill all of you at the snap of my fingers. Give me the plate and walk away before I get dangerous."

"Give him the plate, Earl." Pike's expression was flat.

Bucky swung the rock like a fan. The writing smashed against the helmet of the knight. It rang from the blow. The stone rectangle cracked apart. Another swing blasted it to pieces. The knight fell to the ground, unable to stand.

Pike pulled a cannister from his belt. He pulled the tab and tossed it. Cold swept the possessing spirit in a snow and ice blanket. The mindless body remained after his flame went out.

"Bike, Earl." Pike grabbed the schmuck and pulled him clear in case the flame caught him up again.

Bucky pulled the top off another of the ice canisters and dropped it on the bike. The fire went out in the flash freeze.

"Who's more dangerous?" Erv shook his head.

August 27, 2010- Chapter three of Shield the Babysitter is out.

Desi could only move spastically. What had happened to her? Why couldn't she see? It felt like something was on her face. What did it mean?

Where was Milly? Was she all right?

She tried to call out. Something was over her mouth. She thought maybe it was a piece of tape. She had to get it off somehow.

Something held her arms to her body. She forced herself to quit struggling. She had to force herself to think. There had to be something she could use.

The first thing she had to do was get whatever it was on her face off so she could see. After that, she could try to think about freeing her arms and legs.

She felt around with her hands. She appeared to be lying on a bed of some kind. That seemed okay.

Desi arched her wrists. She could barely reach the layers of tape across her body. She felt like a mummy. She heard a noise to her right. She felt around until she bumped into something and heard crying.

Milly was in the room with her. What a relief. At least she knew the girl was okay for the moment.

What did these sickos want?

Desi shifted until she could feel the tape on the younger girl. She started pulling, separating the layers the best she could with her nails. She finally pulled some loose after cramps started on her hands.

She stopped to give her hands and arms a break. She couldn't escape if she couldn't use her arms.

"Desi?" Milly sounded choked. "Is that you? I can't see."

Desi gave a muffled affirmative. She didn't want the girl to freak out. She might let the kidnapers know they were trying to break out.

"Let me move around." Milly rolled on the bed until she hit something that felt like Desi. She grimaced at the sticky mess she felt. "You're covered with something sticky."

The sitter groaned. She bounced on the bed.

"I'll get it off." Milly started pulling at the closest mass of sticky. It was a lot harder than she thought. She couldn't seem to pull more than fragments at a time with her nails.

One of Desi's hands came loose from her body. She flexed it in relief. Now she could get something done.

She pulled at the tape over her eyes. She winced as she lost some of her eyebrows. She kept her eyes closed until she felt good about opening them in the light of the room.

The cell was a plain room with one door. They were on a mattress. It didn't have a frame. She guessed that was to prevent either girl from rolling off the mattress and accidentally hurting themselves.

How long did they have before the kidnapers checked on them?

She had to get them out of this before then. Who knew what would happen if she didn't?

Desi pulled the tape off her mouth. She held in the squeal she felt. She couldn't make much more noise. Someone might be listening.

"We are going to have to be quiet, Milly." Desi started working on the remaining straps around her body. "Can you do that?"

"Yes." Milly tried to keep from crying.

Crying wouldn't help them.

"Good girl." Desi freed her other arm after some effort. She reached down and started working on her legs. It felt like they had used a whole roll of duct tape on her.

She turned to start untying Milly. She needed to get the other girl ready to move. They had to get out of the cell. Then they had to get away from wherever they were and call for help.

Maybe Milly's parents were home and had called the police. She didn't know what time it was, and had no idea how much time had already passed since she had been drugged. They might not be home yet.

She still felt aches. She hoped it was from being tied up without relief and not poison. The pain in her leg and the bump she felt told her she had been stabbed with a needle of some kind. At least they hadn't killed her outright to get Milly.

She went to the door. Naturally it was locked. The hinges were on the outside. She looked around the room. The only weapon she could see was the belt around her waist. She didn't know how well that would work against armed thugs.

They needed something more if they wanted to get out of the room. She couldn't count on the kidnapers to be careless after the precautions they had already taken.

Desi pulled out her pad. She had her identification card from school in there. She jammed it in the jamb of the lock and tried to force it back. She gave up before she broke the card.

A deadbolt had them locked in.

A simple card wouldn't throw that back.

What could she do?

Desi looked around the room. She refused to give up hope. There had to be some way out of this mess. She decided to check the walls and floor. Maybe something was loose. She had to get Milly out of there.

How could she do that if there weren't any weak points?

The only thing she could find that looked even remotely useful was a vent. It was too small for her, but maybe Milly could slip through it. That would be just what they needed if the smaller girl could get out in a room that wasn't watched.

Desi looked at the screws on the vent cover. They had been painted over by their captors.

"Johnny says someone's coming." Milly looked at the door. "He says get ready to move."

Desi looked at the door. She needed more time. She had to do something.

"Help me with the mattress, Milly." The sitter grabbed one side and hoisted it in front of the door. The smaller girl tried to help but couldn't do much to assist with her small frame.

They pushed on the thing to block the entrance. Maybe they could use that to escape and tell the police what happened.

The door started opening.

August 26, 2010- Loaded Fear in the Dark

August 26, 2010- Liquid metal History lesson 3 is done

Rockwell arrived at the printer's at exactly opening time. He had always been punctual. He didn't see a reason to change that.

It was also an irritant that others didn't match this quirk of his. The shop remained locked to customers. He peered through the glass and frowned at people moving around behind the counter.

Don't tell me they can't read the hands of a clock.

Rockwell knocked on the glass. He was in a hurry. The man he wanted to talk to might not even be alive after all this time.

And he needed identification to move around in this new era.

Where else could he get it if not at this place. He would have to search through his memory for others of his generation who might be enjoying their sunset years in some rest home somewhere.

Rockwell tapped on the glass once more. Couldn't they see him standing at the door? What were they thinking?

A young woman unlocked the door. Rockwell noted she didn't smile at him. She must think he was homeless. She was right about that.

"I'm here to see Callahan if he is around." He tried to smile. She backed up a few steps. His breath must really be bad. "I'm an old friend."

"I'm Callahan." The young woman glared at him. "I don't know you."

"I'm talking about Herbert Callahan." Rockwell looked around the shop. He might have to use the equipment himself instead of depending on help. "You aren't him."

'That was my grandfather." Callahan backed up a couple more steps. "He died last year."

"That is unfortunate." Rockwell looked around at the various advertisements on the walls. "I need to have my identification updated but can't go to the DMV since I no longer have proof of who I am. I have been out of circulation for a long time. I was hoping he would be able to help me."

"Let me see." Callahan held out her hand. "Maybe I can help you. I have been doing fakes for a while now."

Rockwell handed over his license for her to examine. The expression on her face told him he had been right not trying to have the card legally renewed.

"You haven't aged that much from this picture." Callahan locked the door again after hanging up a be back in five sign. "Let's step into my office."

Rockwell followed her behind the counter. They retreated to a small space off the press area. She took out a glass and went over the card more carefully than the first examination. She nodded to herself.

"I can do something with this." Callahan handed the card back. "It'll cost."

"I understand." Rockwell put the card away. "How much?"

"I usually charge a few hundred for a fake that will fool the cops." The forger shrugged. "What do you want as your name?"

"My name will be all right." The doctor smiled again. "I just need it to move around. As you saw, I haven't been able to renew my old one for a long time."

"Come back in a couple of days." Callahan gestured for him to lead the way. "I'll have one whipped up."

"Thanks very much." Rockwell crossed to the front door. "I'm sorry about your grandfather. He was one of my few friends."

"I'm sure he would have loved to chew the fat with you." The forger showed him out, putting aside the temporarily closed sign. "He loved to talk about some of the things he saw. I don't remember him talking about you."

"He probably thought I was dead." The doctor paused as he tried to decide which way to go. "I had some technical glitches with one of my inventions."

"A few decades is a lot for some glitches." Callahan covered her face to hide the disbelief.

"It's the price of science." He tipped an imaginary hat to her and set off down the street. He had other things to do before he could get back in business. He needed money to pay for his new license and to live off until he was caught up with things.

He headed across town using the El. It was the fastest thing he could use since he didn't have a car anymore. He idly wondered what had happened to his heap after he had vanished from the Earth.

He doubted it was still sitting where he had left it.

That would be too much like being struck by lightning. It happened but people didn't expect it to happen to them.

Where would they have taken his car if it was picked up? The police impound seemed like the best place to start if he wanted to look for it. They might even have considered it evidence of some kind.

Rockwell cut his musings short when his stop arrived. He got off the train and padded down the steps to the street. He still had things to do that were more important than finding out what had happened to his car.

When he was back in action, he could devote some of his time to finding it. He couldn't allow himself the distraction while setting up his new life.

He didn't want another hero busting in before he was ready to defend himself from the meddlers.

No one understood the pursuit of science and finding the answers to the mysteries of the universe. They felt that such things should go on unexposed to the light of rationality.

Rockwell paused to get a better grip on himself. He didn't want to appear like one of those panhandlers he had seen wandering the streets since his return. Why hadn't the police locked them up? That would keep the streets clear for hardworking people like he was.

He needed to keep his head down. He couldn't expect to do that if he was foaming at the mouth in the street.

Rockwell laughed softly as he walked the rest of the way to his destination. He didn't notice people clearing the sidewalk for him to pass.

The idea of his car still being somewhere and waiting for him to claim it intrigued him. He put it aside as he reached the bank he wanted. First he had to get his savings out of the lockbox. Then he had to improve his grasp on current science and how it applied to his own inventions.

Then he could worry about the car.

August 25, 2010- Duncan's Engine chapter 27 is done.

Frank Pace didn't like the rumors he was hearing. Some stranger had abducted the princess from her castle before she could get married to Lord Morgan. Everyone was looking for her.

It didn't take a great brain to imagine his son doing something like that.

It was something he would do if he didn't know what was going on. It had something to do with all those movies he used to watch when he was a kid.

Mr. Pace wondered where Duncan would go with the whole country chasing him.

He might go after Lord Morgan if he thought he could get the man. This must be like a dream come true for his son. Grabbing a villain in his secret lair would appeal to his hero minded son.

Mr. Pace had no doubt Lord Morgan was a villain. Everyone was scared of him. Some even made the evil eye when they talked about him.

"Stand, citizen." Mr. Pace looked around. He held in the groan. Here came some of Morgan's bullies. What had he done to attract their attention?

Since he didn't have a sword, or a horse, he decided to stop walking. There was no point in trying to resist armed men when you were unarmed.

"What can I do for you, fellas?" Mr. Pace put on his best dealing with cops face as he waited. He made sure to keep his hands in plain view.

He didn't want any accidents.

"What is your business here?" The lead soldier had one hand on his sword as he glared at the stranger. The man was dressed strangely. And he looked guilty of something.

Everyone looked guilty now.

"Just passing through." Mr. Pace hooked his thumbs in his belt. The glove he had used to turn on the machine in Duncan's garage felt like it was squirming. "Thinking about finding a place to settle."

The soldiers looked the village over. Apparently they didn't agree with his assessment on its charm.

"Do you live here?" The soldier seemed to already know the answer to that. Mr. Pace put it down to the fact he was wearing normal pants and a polo shirt instead of the local costumes.

"Just passing through." Mr. Pace shook his head. "Matter of fact, I just got into town, and was already getting ready to move on to the next one."

"You're not carrying a sword, or pack." The soldier stepped closer. That put Mr. Pace inside the swing of the pike he carried. "Where are they?"

"I don't have any." He shrugged. "I like to travel light."

"I find your answers lack a certain amount of honesty." The lead soldier leaned in to glare at the older man. "No one travels without a pack."

"Obviously that's wrong since you can see I don't have one." The traveler smiled. "Why don't you move on to someone who has something you can steal?"

"What did you say?" The soldier stepped back.

"I said move on." Mr. Pace could see why his son had gotten involved if all of Morgan's men were this degree of corrupt. "I don't have anything of value, and if I did, I wouldn't give it to you, thief."

The lead soldier swept the butt end of his pike up. He evidently wanted to bash the older man in the face to shut him up. He missed as his target stepped back out of the way.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mr. Pace pulled on the rubber glove as he looked the group over. "I have been taking karate."

"Karate?" The lead soldier looked at his fellows. They all looked confused too. "What is that?"

Mr. Pace struck with the gloved hand. The edge snapped the pike in two. The pieces dropped to the ground.

"That's karate." He smiled. "Move on."

The soldiers rushed forward as one. They weren't giving him a chance to do that trick on them. That's what they thought anyway.

The gloved hand struck as the fighting traveler retreated from the pack. Each man felt the burning hand as he reached through their guard. They went down from the dreadful touch.

"No one respects their elders anymore." Mr. Pace pulled the glove off his hand. He kicked the lead soldier in the face as he writhed on the ground. "That's karate, Forrest."

Mr. Pace took a sword and knife belt to drape over his body. He also took their armor and packs. He walked away whistling. The villagers that had watched the altercation gave him plenty of room.

Someone beating up armed men was not one to anger if you didn't have anything to use for protection.

Mr. Pace tried on each suit of leather until he had one that fit him pretty good. He kept his own work boots. They fit better than anything he could get from the soldiers. He combined the supply packs, and then set off with his new sword and dagger strapped on. He pulled off what he thought were unit patches from the chest of his new suit and ripped them to shreds.

He wondered if other soldiers would stop him now.

He hung his helmet from his belt next to the rubber glove. His moves had channeled something through the glove. He didn't know what had happened, but he was willing to keep it around as long as he needed it.

He still had to find Duncan and figure some way out of the other world. He wondered what his son was doing. He needed to decide on a direction and start walking until he caught up.

He should have taken a horse as well as the armor.

Mr. Pace decided to head to the capitol. That was where he would go if he wanted to get rid of Morgan. Duncan would do the same thing.

He decided to ask for directions in the next village. He realized he didn't know where the main castle lay. He shook his head.

Too bad no one had invented maps in this world. That would save him a lot of time.

He would just ask for directions. Someone must know where Morgan lived. Once he knew that himself, he could really start on his journey.

He made a note to get a horse while he was looking around for help. That would help him cover the ground faster.

August 21, 2010- A Mocking Justice is loaded.

August 18, 2010- Leaguer's Skyscraper 5 is done.

Charles Flores looked at the pictures gathered from his secondary camera system. He had doubts it was a coincidence that the thieves that broke various banking security systems were invisible to law enforcement. That would be asking too much in his experience.

They had broken the electronic record keeping and pulled themselves out of the files.

That meant he had to track them down the old fashioned way. He gritted his teeth. He would need help. He looked around the bullpen. Everyone else was out chasing their leads.

He was on his own.

Flores grabbed his cane. Maybe he could get some help from the detectives downtown. That was his best hope at the moment.

How could he convince them the photos were important? He gave it some thought as the elevator took him down to the lobby of the building. He stepped out on the street. He took a moment to pick a direction to walk. Then he limped along the sidewalk.

He could get access to mug books. It would take a lot of time but he could manually compare the photos he had with the hard copy kept by the police department. System could help speed things up in that regard.

Then he had an idea that didn't need anything but computer access.

His targets might have taken out their criminal records, but they would keep identification. Even under a false name, they would have to have a license. He admitted putting in a false driver's license would be just as easy as taking out a criminal past, but the pictures would have to be the same.

And they might use real information he could track down.

Flores limped along. The truth was he didn't have that many options. Trying to use the DMV was better than trying to x-ray the city from his point of view. He had a lot of things he could do with his armor, but the best he could do at being two places at once was place cameras in the hot spots and hope they spotted something so he could show up.

Flores decided the best thing to do was head over to the nearest DMV office and do his snooping. Either he got lucky, or he didn't.

And even a false name could be put on a bulletin.

Flores hobbled to a subway station and boarded a train. He consulted with System to work up the plan. The aid told him it could work the files from anywhere.

The reporter told it to get working.

The computer brain plugged into the train's radio station and computer monitoring, used that to jump to the less central control center to ask for access to the Division of Motor Vehicles, and then asked for the search to start.

System itself could process planet size hills of information in seconds. The DMV computers was not remotely in that class. It settled in to wait for the data to come back to it with the patience of the machine that it was.

The train stopped at Flores's transfer point. He got off while the search was still going on. System paused the search long enough to switch to the station computers directly with a remote it cobbled together as its agent walked along the platform.

System noted results as the Leaguer waited for his next train. It mapped addresses, noting most were false. One seemed to be a nursing home of some kind.

System marked the false names. It had something to give to the agent. It wasn't the positive result wanted from the plan, but it was something.

Maybe the nursing home could give him some kind of clue. It was the only real address in the bunch.

Flores realized he couldn't use a train to get to the home. He needed some other kind of transportation.

He decided to fly over and talk to the people in charge. Maybe they would tell him who the lady was. He doubted the name on the identification was real, but maybe they knew something he could use.

Maybe she had a relative at the home.

Flores limped out of the train station. He would drop his laptop off at home. That should save some time because he wouldn't have to retrieve it later when he was done with his errand.

The reporter ducked into an alley. Gold motes surrounded him as he kept walking. It looked like a swarm of bees fighting off an invader. Leaguer leaped into the air at the other end of the passage.

He dropped his laptop off and then flew over to the home. He was surprised that it was for the handicapped. He reverted to his public face before he got close. He didn't want to alert his quarry before he actually caught up with them.

Flores frowned as he limped up to the door. He hoped this wasn't a wild goose chase.

August 17, 2010- Latest Chasing Islands is done

August 14, 2010- latest for the E-men is done.

August 12, 2010- Shield the Babysitter part two is done.

August 12, 2010- Liquid Metal History Lesson part 2 is up

August 10, 2010- The latest chapter of Duncan's Engine is done.

August 6, 2010- Latest chapter of New Home for A Stranger is up at the Herogames.com forum.

August 5, 2010- Leaguer's Skyscraper 4 is done.

August 5, 2010- Chasing Islands part 2 is done.

August 5, 2010- Chapter Seven of The E-men's Big Ride is done.

August 4, 2010- Working on Fugitive's Flight and Bob's Walk for CreateSpace.

August 4, 2010- Chapter six of the E-men's Big Ride is done

August 4, 2010- Shield the Babysitter has started

August 4, 2010- The first chapter of Liquid Metal History Lesson is done

August 3, 2010- Duncan's Engine chapter 25 is done

July 26, 2010- The latest part to the E-men's Big Ride

July 24, 2010- Chapter four of the E-men's Big Ride is done

July 17, 2010- These stories have been added to the table of contents here

Mockery of Humanity: The Mocker is born from the same experiments as the villain of Shield of Justice.

Dragon, Shield, and Spirits: Jack Dragon and Johnny Shield take on the Spirit King.

In League With Fear: The Leaguer has some help dealing with a corrupt corporate executive.

Jack Dragon's Summons: Jack Dragon has to deal with a predator that eats fear.

Three Threats, Three Shields: Johnny Shield has his hands full with three different types of criminals.

Walking Across the Years: Tina Rockland meets an old acquaintance.

July 14, 2010- The epilogue for Angelic Air

July 13, 2010- This is Angelic Air part 6

July 12, 2010- Lastest chapter of Angelic Air is posted.

July 10, 2010- Jack Dragon's Underworld epilogue is up

July 10, 2010- Here is Jack Dragon's Underworld 4

July 4, 2010- The first part of Chasing Islands is up.

July 3, 2010- The third part of Leaguer's Skyscraper is here.

July 1, 2010- Chapter 24 of Duncan's Engine

June 30, 2010- I Hunt the Night epilogue is here

June 28, 2010- I Hunt the Night chapter three is here

June 26, 2010- New part for New Home for a Stranger

June 25, 2010- Wrote Angelic Air chapter 4

June 22, 2010- The last bits of Letter from a Stranger are posted.

June 22, 2010- Gunfighter's Ride is for sale

June 22, 2010- The third chapter of Angelic Air is here.

June 12, 2010- The E-Men's Big Ride chapter 3 is done.

June 11, 2010- Wrote the end of Shed a Light

June 9, 2010-Wrote the third chapter of Shed a Light

June 8, 2010- Wrote the third chapter of Jack Dragon's Underworld.

June 6, 2010- Wrote the last chapter and epilogue for A Stranger in Space.

June 4, 2010- Loaded Leaguer's Collision

June 4, 2010: Loaded Visions of Fear

June 4, 2010: Loaded Shield of Justice

June 1, 2010- Wrote Leaguer's Skyscraper 2

June 1, 2010- Wrote Duncan's Engine 23

May 31, 2010- Wrote I Hunt the Night 2

May 25, 2010 -Wrote Angelic Air 2

May 22, 2010- Wrote The E-Men's Big Ride 2

May 22, 2010- Wrote another chapter of Letters From a Stranger

May 20, 2010- Wrote second part of Shed a Light

May 19, 2010- Loaded Dashing to the Rescue with the Dash.

May 19, 2010- Loaded up the second part of Jack Dragon's Underworld

May 19, 2010- Loaded up the rest of Mind the Bully with Mind Man

May 7, 2010- Posted a new chapter of A Stranger in Space at the hero boards.

May 5, 2010- Posted a Table of Contents page for the Church Hill setting. Only two of the titles are online and active at the moment. I hope to get the rest up and running by the end of the summer.

May 5, 2010- Reposted Leaguer to the Rescue. Leaguer responds to an asteroid falling on a direct path to Earth.

May 3, 2010- Written a new chapter of a novel I am working on called Duncan's Engine

April 30, 2010 Started a story starring the Leaguer called Leaguer's Skyscraper.

April 29, 2010- Started another Supernaturals story starring Van Helsing called I Hunt the Night.

April 28, 2010- Started a Project Story for ThisMutantLife.Com called Dead Men Telling Tales

April 28, 2010- Started another Supernaturals story starring the Dash called Dashing to the Rescue.

April 26, 2010- Started another Supernaturals story starring Seraphim called Angelic Air

April 24, 2010- Started two stories for the Herogames.com/Forums: Letters from a Stranger and New Home for a Stranger

April 23, 2010- The first chapter of a story starring the E-Men from Counterparts called The E-Men's Big Ride

April 22, 2010- Wrote the first chapter of a story set in the Supernaturals storyline starring the Lamp called Shed a Light.

March 10, 2010: I have finally started rebuilding my web site. The first story is Jack Dragon and the Demon Dog. Jack Dragon is called in to deal with a deadly black dog.