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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Broccli_Head" data-source="post: 1081180" data-attributes="member: 105">Legion Extreme Issue#8: The Star of Karnark, part IIIn this issue, the Monster comes to Boston!But first….Stronghold, New Mexico Valor McCoy walked through the sterile, fluorescent-lighted corridors of Stronghold. His footsteps echoed on the polished tile floor. Radium is making good progress, he thought to himself examining a set of behavioral charts on his hand-held computer.  Slowly, Valor was removing scars accumulated by years of abuse and maltreatment with both conventional psychological techniques and the occasional prodding with psychic surgery. As he mused over what to do next, a klaxon sounded.  Someone was attempting to break out of the prison. Valor ran towards the nearest intercom. “Valor McCoy here. What’s going on?” “Dr. McCoy, Slick has escaped.” He ran back towards the cell where Radium was held and changed into Captain Valor as he went. Already a squad of guards had taken strategic positions to subdue Slick if he attempted to come for his teammate. For some good ten minutes nothing happened. Nor had Slick attempted to break out Blackstar either. Both were in hot sleep chambers making escape impossible under their own power. However, the Ultimates always had tricks up their sleeves. Eventually, the call came to stand down.  Apparently, Slick had left the premises.  “He’ll die in the desert,” came the general consensus over the radios. Valor proceeded to the escapee’s old cell.  Workers were trying to cut out a prison guard from the cell wall. He had tried to follow Slick through the wall and had been caught, the upper half of his body merging with the wall’s ceramic and steel material. “So what happened?” asked the superhero. “Slick just ran into the wall. Artie here tried to follow him and when he hit the wall it was like fluid, then it solidified again with him like that.”Valor sighed. The zealous guard had died half-petrified.  How were they to know that Slick had developed such fine control of frictional forces that he could change the composition of the environment around him and then slip through it. He went to his office to place a call to Legion Extreme.**Now onto Boston…Dragonfist flew over Charlestown, the lights of the U.S.S. Constitution gleamed below.  He felt exhilarated and now, thanks to the hover bike on loan from PRIMUS, he could keep up with the rest of the fliers on the team. Somnus flew above him occasionally sending mental probes towards the city below.  He felt a disturbance…Tonight the whole team was on patrol in Boston.  Some had agreed to go on patrol reluctantly, but Jae Son’s presence and charisma had even convinced the more intractable members of the group to fly or run or leap around the city making sure all was well.  The escape of Slick had also made them realize the need for continued and consistent vigilance.  They had divided the greater Boston Area into four quadrants.  Slipstream ran or swam in East Boston, the harbor and Logan. Darkfire flew over Downtown and South Boston. Warwolf and Cosmic Knight kept watch across the river in Cambridge, Sommerville, and Allston, while Somnus and Dragonfist watched the north.  Currently, Chinatown—more specifically Dr. Lu’s Apothecary Shop—was mission control.  Jae Sun had said he would wait there and call for backup if they needed it. Still, they all kept in constant radio communication as they moved around their patrol grids. Slipstream rounded Fort Independence Park when an urgent message came in along the police band. “Someone, anyone. Please Help! Something terrible is happening at Logan Airport.” Dragonfist radioed back, “We’re on it!” He sped his ‘bike towards Logan where he saw people rushing out in panic from the international terminal. Slipstream arrived a split second later. Overhead, Somnus glided down to meet them. “Thank God you’ve arrahved! That way!” pointed the nearest security guard. Slipstream called the rest of the group. “Converge on Logan, dudes. Big bad evil guy is attackin’.”Over the communicators, Darkfire responded first. “There is something strange around the temple.” Cosmic Knight’s voice came in, “I think she means the museum. Warwolf and I are going to check it out.”“Not righteous! Guys, I think we’re on our own.” Slipstream led the way towards baggage claim. **Something or someone had flown right under her. She darted towards the shadow and found herself at the temple where they had dressed up and gone to and seen the reliquaries. That had been a fun night, mused Darkfire as she did a fly by of the museum grounds. Something was strange. She saw a black and white wagon parked at base of the stairs in the circular driveway. It’s occupant had been thrown out into the lawn. The red-and-blue lights were flashing. What was this called? Dragonfist told me…“I have a policee-man down in front of the museum.”Wait, she had seen it on a television program, “Officer down! Officer down!” she cried over the radio and landed to investigate. She landed on the steps to the museum and looked around at the car.  The wind picked up and she whirled around…too late. Something fast and dark blue swooped towards Darkfire and fired a blast of foam, sending her tumbling and then attaching her to the squad car as the substance quickly hardened.  A tall, muscular, dark-skinned woman ran from the museum and down the stairs towards Darkfire.  Darkfire saw her draw her arm back for a punch and she used all her strength to break free from the hard foam and leap, flying into the air. Her adversary punched another hole in the police car sending it tumbling over, but fortunately not into the presumably unconscious officer. “Friends, I think I need a little help, here!” called Darkfire over her bracelet radio as she spun in the air shaking the last remnants of the Insta-crete from her uniform. **Logan Airport,  Terminal EDead bodies littered the floor. There were maybe about twenty. It was hard to tell since many were dismembered. “I think I am going to be sick!” commented Dragonfist. Somnus had to hold back the nausea. Slipstream gritted his teeth. At the far end of the baggage claim area stood a creature that could only be described as a monster. It was humanoid with a burned leather coat and hat. Green, baleful fire shown from its eyes. Iron-looking claws dripped blood and the creature laughed evilly as it ripped up the conveyor belt and tossed it towards the heroes. Metal, plastic, rubber and stone crashed and rolled towards them as they dove for cover. As the dust settled only Slipstream, only due to his incredible dexterity and quickness, had escaped. His companions were buried in tons of debris, and he was on the Monster’s side of the pile!He gave a nervous laugh as the evil creature pointed at him and gave him a “Come ‘ere, sign” as its face twisted into a diabolical grin.</blockquote>

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