The tiny mobile compartment that hovered above
the battle containing the three pokebattles webmasters presiding curved down low, to get a
better view of this last, climatic battle. Damos cleared his throat before beginning the
announcements for the final show...
"Here it is... the final battle! Garrett the
Holy, the Ultimate Hero of Dark Version, faces up against the unexpectedly powerful
Crooked Salesman, #7395, and his Crooked Salesman Mecha, a mobile personification of
destruction and incredible weaponry... who will win out?"
Garrett strode into the arena, shining and
resplendant in his incredible armour, bathing in the glory and cheers of the many good
guys in the arena, and trying to avoid the boos of the not-so-good guys. Dramatically, he
pulled out his sword, a long and thick blade which Cloud Strife himself would have been
proud to wield - that is, if it wasn't a dirty orange-brown from the rust that completely
engulfed it.
From the other side of the arena stepped his
opponent, who was somewhat more impressive. Dwarfing the human, the giant Crooked Salesmen
Mecha had hundreds of unexpected weapons, and several very expected ones, such as it's
huge size and the incredible energy cannon that rested on one shoulder.
Garrett hadn't realised the scale of the
competition he was facing, and actually let out a slight gulp as he stared up, and up, and
up, until he met the perfect salesman's smile, eyes and hairdo, and somewhere behind there
the perfectly human Crooked Salesman stood sneering in anticipation.
"This final battle is regarded as a personal
battle between contenders, so no preliminary pokemon may be selected by either side.
Weapons may be used by both sides as part of your own attacks, instead of being sent forth
by themselves! Let the deciding battle... BEGIN!"
Ahahaha... tiny little human, waiting to be slain.
This shouldn't take long at all...
CSM used OVERCONFIDENCE!
NARRATOR notes that GARRETT is a HERO and therefore is EXTREMELY
GOOD at beating THINGS THAT ARE IMPOSSIBLE TO DEFEAT!
Oh well, looks like the Narrator's on my side at least... Rust Blow!
HOLYGARY used RUST-B-LOW!
CSM has RUST in the... BELOW region!
...WHAT?! This is an OUTRAGE! I'll...
CSM should watch the CAPS!
CSM used WHATOUTRAGE!
CSM suddenly CAN'T REMEMBER what he was OUTRAGED ABOUT!
...Umm...
Ultimate St-
NARRATOR very much hopes that you're not about to finish that with
RIKE!
...-orm!
HOLYGARY used ULTIMATESTORM!
KNIGHTSoftheROUNDSTYLE FX appeared!
KITE appeared!
KITE did a REALLY POWERFUL IMPRESSIVE-LOOKING LIQUID-BASED ATTACK!
KITE was FLOWN OFF INTO THE DISTANCE!
DUO appeared!
DUO did a REALLY POWERFUL IMPRESSIVE-LOOKING SPINNY ATTACK with a
COMPLEX CRYSTAL WEAPON!
DUO was SPUN OFF INTO THE DISTANCE!
SHEEP appeared!
SHEEP grinned DEVILISHLY and SPRAYED SILLY STRING all over CSM!
SHEEP ran away!
BACKGROUND FX faded into SINGLE SPOT!
STORM VERSION appeared!
CSM was hit by a DEAD VERSION travelling at HIGH SPEED for NO
APPARENT REASON!
BACKGROUND turned BLACK!
...
BACKGROUND stayed BLACK!
NARRATOR used SLEDGEHAMMER!
BACKGROUND was HOLED!
CSM climbed through HOLE back into ARENA!
You little freak! I'll teach you! Rocket punch!
CSM loaded a LARGE QUANTITY of PUNCH onto a ROCKET and SET IT OFF!
It's super WASTEFUL!
No effect on battle!
Yes! Thundaga Sword!
ATTACK failed! VIVI isn't he-
Eh! Watch...
HOLYGARY produced FF9DISK2!
HOLYGARY pointed to PICCLE!
...You think that's VIVI?
Uh... yup. ^_^
THAT looks NOTHING like VIVI!
Well, it is. I don't think so either, personally, but it apparently
is...
Oh... in that case, HOLYGARY used THUNDAGASWORD!
It's super ELECTRIFICATORY!
...Is that a word?
Probably not.
Ooh, I'll get you...
CSM got a U!
U was renamed MAGNET!
...ElectroMagneticPulse!
CSM tried to measure its PULSE with the MAGNET!
MAGNET stuck to CSM's WRIST!
Hey!
NARRATOR notes that he COULD use the TRADITIONAL EMP... but that
would completely DESTROY you!
...I'll live with what I've got, thanks.
Heaven's Light!
HOLYGARY used HEAVEN's LIGHT!
...LIGHT VERSION is HEAVEN!
But... LIGHT VERSION is CLOSED!
So HELL - DARK VERSION - is the ONLY OPTION for DEAD PEEPS!
No effect!
I've had enough... Shoulder Cannon, full power!
SHOULDER CANNON began to CHARGE!
LIGHTS flashed!
POWER gathered!
FAMILY of FURBIES tumbled by!
LOUD WHINE greatly rose!
ELECTRICITY flashed!
ENERGY focused!
...Something's wrong...
CSM may be speaking of the fact that his SHOULDER CANNON is POINTING
at his FEET!
...Gah! Aim it at the Hero!
CSM can't DO that!
CSM's ARM is BOUND at his SIDE by SILLY STRING!
...Noooooo... I can't die like this...
CSM, actually, most certainly CAN!
SHOULDER CANNON used VAPORIZ-
~-~-~-~
Deep underground in a location
known by few, three eyes stared at the circle in front of them in hushed anticipation.
They were waiting for something. If this worked, then their power would become known by
all!
There was no visual evidence that their spell had
succeeded, but they both knew they'd done the first part correctly when a giant booming
voice claimed, -ATION MEGA-DESTRUCTO BE-... WHAT the HELL?
"Ah, the Narrator... we meet again..."
"We've been planning for this..."
The Narrator spun around to see the two-headed
mage behind him, grinning confidently. Looking around, he found he was nowhere near the
arena... in fact, he had no idea where he was.
WHAT? WHAT do you THINK you are DOING?!
"Cut the caps, Narrator. We've come up with
a master plan. You will work for us now."
HA! And exactly HOW does OGREMAGE intend to do
THAT?
"Quite simple, really. We've summoned you
here, and in an hour or so we'll have completed the spell which puts you completely under
our command."
OGREMAGE seems to be UNDERESTIMATING the
NARRATOR'S POWER somewhat!
"Really? How?"
NARRATOR doesn't like to do this, but... OGREMAGE
died!
There was a pause. "Really? I must say, that
was impressive."
WHAT? Why aren't you dead? This cannot be!
"Seems that way, wouldn't you think?"
NARRATOR returned to ARENA!
A shadow of doubt flickered across the two faces,
but it was quickly wiped by a scream of frustration from the Narrator as this attempt,
too, had failed.
"Don't bother. You're trapped in a
sub-universe within that circle. From there, you can't escape or affect anything in this
universe."
The air above the circle flared briefly, as
something slammed into the barrier dome powerfully. There was a growl, then the voice
returned again, saying, CIRCLE was BROKEN!
"The barrier's on the inside of the
circle."
BARRIER shattered!
"Sorry, we thought of that too. The barrier
can only be affected from this side."
THIS is BLASPHEMY!
"And..."
THE WEBMASTER will GET YOU for THIS!
"We'll deal with that when we get to it. But
for now, we've got a spell to recite. I'm told this is quite uncomfortable, but don't
worry, it'll all be over shortly... Then we'll never have to worry about anything
again..."
YOU cannot DO this to the NARRATOR! YOU WILL
SUFFEERRRGGHHH!!
The Narrator's voice spun off into horrible,
echoing scream as the two heads began to chant. Each was chanting something different in
some strange language, power twirling around from both, entwining together, and sealing
the fate of the Narrator...
...And the entirety of Dark Version...
~-~-~-~
Back at the arena, the crowds were completely
unaware of this development. All they knew was that the Narrator had stopped midsentence,
and suddenly there was story mode. This could mean only that the Narrator had vanished.
Garrett gulped. This was not good at all. Without
the Narrator's power to help him, he had no chance against the huge mechanical beast he
faced. The giant Mecha, however, had broken free of the silly string that held the cannon
at his feet with absolutely no difficulty, and was laughing as he leveled it at Garrett.
"Farewell, Hero of Dark Version. Let it be
known that here, the good guys don't always win." The voice came, from the depths of
the great mecha. Garrett looked up the huge cannon aimed at him, its circumference far
greater than his height. This was one that he wouldn't get out of alive...
The final special effects of the blast finished,
and it fired.
Even as he heard the final TTSSSEEEWW that marked
his death, he stood tall and closed his eyes, ready to accept his death. The blast would
be here. Any moment now...
Ten moments passed, and his brows scrunched up in
confusion. Five more, and he opened his eyes, wondering why he wasn't dead yet.
The first thing that hit his eyes was light,
incredible and all-encompassing, a neon green in colour. It shone everywhere, sparkling
and pure. Garrett's mind decided that he'd died, so fast he hadn't even felt the impact...
He was one of the few in Dark Version who had yet to experience death. One less, now...
Once his eyes had adjusted to the light, he spun
around, trying to find some sort of bearing in this realm of light, and was shocked to
discover the crowds of spectators still behind him - though they were tinted green from
the incredible green energy blast - oohing and aahing. So... the attack hadn't hit him? Or
was he a ghost now?
Turning back, he squinted through the light to
see the giant mecha still firing the incredible attack, and about five metres from him
it... stopped. It was refracting off in all directions, spraying all over the place,
although he appeared to be safe. If he was standing three feet to the left or right, he
would have been hit by the reflected attack.
What was stopping the attack?
He squinted into the light, but couldn't make out
anything... until he managed to see a shadow amongst the free-flying energy. The attack
began to fade slightly, and the black blob became clearer and clearer... He could make out
a human - or at least humanoid - form in there, holding out one hand to block the blast.
The energy was refracted a short distance from the outstretched hand. He tried to identify
the figure...
The mecha finally finished the incredble attack
with a last pulse of energy, which exploded against the shield held by his protector. The
entire arena in that direction, him included, was engulfed in smoke and dust. He fell
back, trying to cover his face from the flying particles, hoping that whoever it was was
okay.
A few seconds later, when 'whoever it was' came
up to greet him, he took back that last statement.
"You really are good at getting yourself
into trouble, Garrett. Couldn't let you die out there..."
He froze. He recognized that voice, he would
anywhere.
"N-n-nelana! What are you doing here?"
"I dunno, some idiot summoned me. I was just
as suprised to see you here. You look like you could use some help." She tossed back
her long brown hair, crossed her arms. Garrett saw that she still wore the same jet-black,
body-hugging spiky armour she always had since she'd liberated it from one of the major
bosses they'd fought in their RPG days.
"I agree. I'm still bound to you by our
laws." Another voice came from behind him. He spun around, but he already knew who it
was - Siegaryz, a disgraced Evil Wizard who had been sentenced to assist the cause of good
as a punishment for some crime he'd committed - Garrett had never found out.
"You too! I thought you died at
Aultrix!"
"I believe death doesn't have that much
meaning around here. It's almost as bad as Dragonball Z..."
"Garrett! How you doing!" He spun
around once again to see Koofa, bounding at him from the sidelines. Koofa was an elf, not
the usual fantasy sort but the tiny, bobble-hatted Santa-serving little guys... although
he'd somehow managed to obtain a body that made Garrett look like a scrawny weakling - he
was well over seven foot tall, and nearly that wide. A sport fanatic, few were foolish
enough to play against him - especially in contact sports.
"Didst I hear the name of Garrett? Where art
thou, great hero?" Another recognizable voice came through, and Garrett's partner
Lance appeared.
"Is... everyone here?" Garrett said,
seeing half his old RPGing team appear.
"I'm heeerrreee!" Chooke, a short
blonde soprano with a deadly voice, called as she swung in, causing everyone to cringe and
hold their ears.
"Poe should be back soon, he's just had a
bit of a fright..." Nelana put in.
"So... who else are we missing?"
"Not me." Garrett jumped as the voice
hissed in his ear. Tharviat, the thief. Garrett resisted the temptation to turn around,
because he knew that Tharviat wouldn't be there by the time he did - the sneaky bugger
loved doing that to people.
"I know who's not here yet..." Siegaryz
pulled out a small golden coin and flicked it into the air, shouting, "Get over
here!"
The coin was suddenly grabbed in midair, and
another woman stood there. She was dressed in strange armour, and her face was blank - The
Mercenary, a very strange addition to their team. Although she would do absolutely
anything if you paid her enough, the downside was that she wouldn't do anything unless you
paid her enough. Nobody knew her name, because they couldn't be bothered to pay her to
find out.
Garrett counted them. "That seems like
everyone, I think."
"No... not everyone..." Nelana pointed
behind him. He spun around for the umpteenth time to find himself face-to-beard with
Frogstomp. Frogstomp the dwarf had earned his name - although he himself was no more than
three feet tall, his immense shoes had elevated him to a height where his head almost
matched Koofa's. Pity the Cane Toad that managed to get itself in the sight of Frogstomp.
"You... alive? Impossible!" A snarling
voice interrupted their conversation. The smoke around them had finally cleared enough for
the Mecha to set his sights on them once again.
"Guys... I think now is the time to do some
old-style work..."
"Bigger they are, harder they fall!"
Nelana unsheathed her own blades, smaller than Garrett's but just as deadly.
"Hmph... I suppose I need a bit of a
workout, haven't used my powers in ages." Siegaryz began to limber up his fingers,
magic accumulating in the air around...
"Pllllllaaayball!" Koofa gave a grin,
producing a baseball bat from... somewhere. o_O
"Enguard, evil one!" Lance's sword came
out, rivalling Garrett's in every way except shinyness, which it completely destroyed it.
Chooke began to warm up her voice, causing
everyone to drop the preparations they'd begun. She saw this and sighed, pulling out a
package from her pocket and tossing earplugs to everyone around. She'd never understood
their aversion to her singing, but they'd forced her to carry the plugs around at all
times.
Garrett caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure
heading towards the giant mecha, and nodded, knowing that Tharviat would do as much damage
as he could manage from the inside. He took command.
"Right... Siegaryz, do what you can to...
disable that cannon over there. Lance, try to relieve it of a leg or two. Koofa, it's a
bit big for usual tactics, so see if you've got any of those exploding footballs of yours
left..." He nodded as Koofa produced a bag full of the incinidary devices in
question. "Right... Chooke, relieve it of its auditory systems, see if you can get
rid of the boss dude... Merc, how much to do some serious damage to that thing?"
The Mercenary scanned the thing up and down.
"¥20000." She stated simply.
"Um... 'round here we deal in AU$. It's the
webmaster's way of keeping his identity, see?"
"AU$500."
"Done." He slapped the cash in her
hand, she secreted it away somewhere and strode off to damage the monster.
"Frogstomp, this is one hell of a mechanical Cane Toad, but I think you're up to
it..."
"Hee!" With an incredible leap, the
platform-shoed dwarf somehow propelled himself into the sky. Garrett stared at him for a
moment, then turned back just in time to see Poe charging across the arena, and making an
incredible leap towards the huge being, making it all the way up to the torso and digging
its huge claws into the body.
"Nelana, you... do whatever it is you deem
necessary." He grinned, knowing that whatever he ordered her to do, her own mind
could come up with something better... and even if he did, she'd do it anyway.
Garrett watched on for a moment as the mecha
found himself attacked from all sides. Poe was knocked off with a careful brush, but
landed on all four feet and sprang straight back. Siegaryz was powering up his attack,
while Koofa bombarded the face with high-speed explosive footballs, with amazing accuracy.
Garrett felt the air shudder and fall flat as Chooke's voice was unleashed, though the
enchanted earplugs he wore deafened him to the sound of her voice. Several explosions
sounded around the mecha, and it stumbled slightly. Lance hacked away tirelessly, slowly
but surely shearing off one of the huge beast's feet.
Deciding it was about time to add his own into
the fray, Garrett the Holy began to prepare an attack he hadn't had a chance to use in an
un-narrated way for some time. Closing his eyes and holding his sword on a direct vertical
line, he concentrated.
The air around him began to glow, as did his
armour and sword. Power-driven winds began to twist around him, blowing his hair around a
bit, creating interesting patterns of dust. A column of light surrounded him as the wind
grew more poweful, creating a minor whirlwind with him in its eye; although the light
would have been faint usually, in the dark environment it was quite apparent.
The power twisted tighter and tighter as the
others kept the mechanical monster busy. The light intensified and thinned, then shortened
until it was surrounding nothing but Garrett's sword. The energy twisted tighter and
tigher around Garrett until he snapped his eyes open...
"HOLY..." The power he wielded gave his
words extra echoes and volume, so it sounded almost as omnipresent as the Narrator.
"...BLAST!"
The sword was extended, pointed at the point
Garrett knew he had earlier weakened. Pure light and heat energy twisted around the blade
before shooting out in a single shot of incredible power, followed by a thin trace line...
Almost everyone watching was blinded as the incredible attack struck a point approximately
halfway up the Mecha's length...
Four things happened at once. The Mercenary,
suddenly appearing to work with Lance, finished cutting off one of the feet of the mecha;
The blast hit powerfully, causing it to be doubled over; Frogstomp plummetted out of the
sky to hit it with two feet straight on with the power of a fair-sized meteor; and Chook
hit a particularally painful note, causing the Crooked Salesman running the thing to
fumble. One leg flew forwards to attempt to balance itself - this was when #7395 found out
about the severing.
It took quite a long time, but after a series of
bone-wrenching crashes, the Mecha had collapse face-first on the mud.
"Well done! Looks like we haven't all lost
our touches..."
"So what happens now? What is this place, by
the way?"
"Oh, this is Dark Version... I'll explain
later..."
"Oh, okay..."
"It's not over yet!" Screeched the
Mecha.
"Of course it isn't." Garrett almost
yawned.
"Huh?"
"We're RPG stars. Anything that big with
only one phase of attack would be a disappointment. Come on, then, what have you got for
us?"
The agent inside the Mecha was slightly put off
by this, but rallied. "I'll show you! See how well you can fight me in the air!"
The ground rumbled again, as suddenly the entire
mechanical monstrousity shifted into aerial mode. Though no rockets fired, suddenly the
entire contraption was hovering above them.
"Oh, an aerial one. That's cheating a
little, don't you think? Not to mention just plain annoying..."
"ANNOYING?! I'll show you annoying!"
The Shoulder Cannon was, once again, aimed at the huddled group of RPGers.
"Ah, the big one again. Okay... Frogstomp,
another big leap... Nelana, something powerful, please... Koofa, see if you can knock out
the eyes."
Power began to gather as the shoulder cannon
charged once again. Electricity crackled from the gaping hole that was the ultimate weapon
as a green glow once again shone deep within, growing brighter by the second.
Nelana unsheathed both of her blades and held
them crossed in front of her, concentrating, just as Garrett did the same. Darkness swum
around Nelana's image even as light encompassed Garrett's, the two opposites gathering
power until the auras touched and crackled.
"Holy Twister!"
"Dark Storm!" The calls came almost
simultaneously. Hundreds of streaks of solid light and darkness shot from the respective
weapons of the duo. They rained up upon the huge creature above, though many of the energy
blades of light and darkness collided and fizzled out, many more made it all the way and
damaged it all over, tearing the metal skin to shreds.
Frogstomp's attack came once more, this time
striking one leg as the Mecha flew horizontally above them. A huge explosion sounded as he
hit, and the leg was torn off at the knee. But the cannon kept charging.
Green energy dripped in the air as light shone
from the front of the weapon, aimed at them. Garrett recognized the signs - they had about
ten seconds before it fired. He didn't know whether Nelana could protect them again like
she had before...
"I hoped I hadn't wasted this."
Siegaryz suddenly piped up. Garrett realised he held a huge ball of energy over his head,
which he had been powering up since the battle began. He threw it.
It moved with continental slowness at first, then
gradually picked up speed as it spun through the air, directly towards the cannon, moments
from firing...
The timing was perfect. The magic attack struck
the cannon just as it fired. There was a moment of uncertainty as two incredible powers
struggled for control... unfortunately for #7395, they struggled loudly and expansively in
the very confined space within the cannon.
Green energy and red-yellow magic spread across
the arena as the cannon exploded powerfully, along with the Mecha's arm. #7395 screeched
with fury.
"HOW DARE YOU?!" The other arm shot
forward, and the weapons on the tips of the five fingers provided backup fire for the
rather large energy weapon located in the middle of the palm. Siega was caught right in
the middle of the blast, and was thrown back, much the worse for wear. Lance was also hit,
although not as hard.
"All weapons, full power!" Snarled
#7395. Suddenly every part of the mecha opened up, plates sliding aside, metal reforming,
panels opening, to reveal enough heavy weaponry to level a small planet.
"Let's see you avoid this one, then!"
He laughed cruelly, then yelled "Ready... set... FI-urk..."
...
...
...Nothing happened.
A single speck dropped from the floating mass. It
grew larger and larger, but it didn't look like a projectile or energy weapon... no, it
looked more like...
Tharviat landed from the incredible drop as
lightly as a cat, apparently not even noticing. Over his shoulder was #7395, unconscious.
"Not bad, Thar... not bad at all. Couldn't
have picked a better time."
"No problem." The cloaked thief threw
the body onto the ground in front of them. The TR agent wasn't quite unconscious, it
seemed... In fact, he was grinning...
He stared straight up, grinning victoriously. The
eyes seemed to have a slightly glazed look about them. He wasn't breathing...
As one, the gazes of all the heroes there was
drawn to the tiny device in his hand, a black, hand-held remote, with a single red button
on it, which was currently being pressed by the deceased agent.
Their gaze went slowly and inevitably up.
"I should be used to this happening."
Garrett whispered to himself, as the incredible mecha plummetted through the air,
beginning to glow a dangerous red in self-destruct mode. "Why do I never see it
coming?"
The Mecha hit the ground.
The Mecha exploded.
The nearby crowds were protected by a hastily
constructed barrier of Webmastarian power, but the heroes were not so lucky. The plume of
flame and smoke, unable to pass the barriers, shot directly up, creating a light show that
would have permanently blinded every Dark citizen there if they weren't already blinded or
used to it by now from the incredible light shows that had preceded it. The Webmaster's
flying capsule and castle were bathed in the flames, but neither was damaged.
Damos narrowed his eyes and waved a hand. Winds
sprang up across the arena, clearing the smoke away. The floor of the arena had been
replaced by a gaping pit, of immeasurable depth... but of Garrett and his troops, there
was no sign.
Scanning the Version for signs of his characters,
he found them flying through the air in a bundle, Team Rocket style, towards the north of
the version. Then his eyes narrowed. There was someone else there, where they were headed.
But... that couldn't be possible. He tried to identify the someone... everyone in the
version was in the arena right here. It wasn't any of those who had failed in the arena...
It clicked.
He grinned as evilly as an evil master can,
before snatching up the microphone again. "The tournament has been declared a draw,
as no Narrator was present and both contenders are assumed to have lost. Please return to
your assigned sectors in an orderly fashion... oh, I couldn't be bothered..." He
waved a hand again.
There was a huge thunderclap as air rushed into
the billions of spaces where people had been sitting a moment ago - the many citizens were
returned to the places they had stood at the moment the advertisements for the incredible
Tournament had appeared. The arena began to phase out, as the earth below trembled, ready
to reform into the mountains that had stood there beforehand. The flying transparent
bubble that held the Webmasters flew up to rejoin the castle.
Flash and JPG stared at Damos, who was facing
away from them. He was shaking, the microphone held by his side, the low rumbling of his
laughted echoing slightly throughout the capsule.
"What's so funny?" JPG asked
suspisciously. "Your Narrator's gone missing, your Tournament has just lasted nearly
five months to end in a draw..."
"The plan is going ahead perfectly..."
Damos whispered. "Soon... The first is here. The rest will follow shortly... Yes, let
Garrett break him in..."
"What?"
"You two! Your stay here is over. I hope you
enjoyed the tournament. But I have a lot to do, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you
to leave..."
"Uh..."
"Urrh..."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of things.
You've got your versions to run, I've got mine. Just open yer portals and get going."
"Okay... O_o" Matt looked a little
suprised at this rude dismissal, but ripped a flame portal in the air and stepped through.
"...What did you mean by the first being
here? And who are the rest?" JPG eyed Damian carefully.
"You'll find out, soon enough. Big things
are coming, JPG. Enjoy your life... while you can. After all, after it's over you'll end
up here... Now go. Shoo." JPG was prodded towards a blank wall. Damian ripped a Lunar
portal in it and shoved him through.
"...Oi, since when can you do Lunar
portals?"
"I didn't, I used Deven to open a Dark
portal from the other side." Damos closed the portal again, then sat back in his
chair, laughing softly at what he knew was to come.
The fools would never know what hit them...
He leant forward as a computer screen appeared in
front of him, and typed furiously, bringing up an interversion communications panel,
grinning as he sifted through the sites available, grinning further as he saw that the one
he was trying to locate didn't show up. No, nobody would suspect... nobody could
suspect...
What better place to base one's operations than a
version that had been declared dead for months on end?