From: barnejd@wkuvx1.bitnet
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Subject: LNH: The Cosmic Conspiracy Part 1
Date: 12 Oct 92 13:49:28 CDT
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  At long last, here it is the first issue of the Continuity Champ
miniseries!  This chapter is posted mainly so Brian... well, that
would be telling.  Onwards and upwards.

CHAPTER ONE: 
  Continuity Champ glided to earth, touching down near the police
barricade.  "Who's in charge here?" he said.
  "That would be me," a rolypoly figure in a rumpled raincoat said. 
"Mr. Champ?  I'm Officer Smyrgle.  We spoke on the phone."
  "Yes.  What can you tell me about this?"  
  Smyrgle motioned toward the menacing-looking building, and the two
walked in.  "Seems your aunt-"
  "She is not my aunt.  I am not of this world."  The Champion cut in.
  "Yeah, whatever." Twenty years of dealing with superheroes on the
Coastal City police force had left a less than awestricken impression
on Smyrgle.  "Seems the old bat's car died down the road.  That
jalopy's older 'n anything I've ever seen before.  We figure she came
up here looking to find a phone when something startled her."
  "Something?"
  "Yeah."  Smyrgle pointed to some footprints in the dust, and the
Champion bent over to look at them.  They were a foot and a half (pun
intended) long, with what appeared to be clawmarks showing through the
wood.
  He straightened.  "I guess you didn't find whatever this was here."
  "Nope.  The woman's through here."  He led the Net.Hero through a
doorway.
  "Hey!"  Smyrgle shouted.
  Continuity Champ looked around the room, but there was no corpse to
be found.  "Where is she?"
  "She was just here a minute ago.  Corpses just don't walk off!"
  "Apparently you've never met Marvel Zombie Boy.  Or half the Legion,
for that matter,"  the gaudily-clad hero muttered.  A glint of metal
caught his eye.  He reached down to find a small mechanical part on
the floor.
  "Hmmm.  What is this, Officer?  Officer?"  He turned but found
Smyrgle gone, doubtless in search of the corpse.  No matter,
Continuity Champ thought.  Turning the piece over, he spied a small
bit of writing on one side.
  Just then, Smyrgle came puffing in.  "The boys don't know where she
is.  It's like the body just disappeared!"
  "Not the first time this has happened.  One more question, Officer. 
Who owns this building?"
  "Oh, I've got it right here."  He rummaged through his pockets for
several minutes before coming up with a piece of paper as crumpled and
creased as his coat.  "A Professor Milton K. Fyle.  The boys are
trying to track him down."
  "I see.  Thank you.  You'll inform me of any news in this matter, of
course."  He turned and was gone before Smyrgle could answer.
  Pausing briefly outside, the Champion hit the call button on his
communicator.  "Yew gart KMG sinterl."
  "Typo Lad, tell everyone I'll be taking a leave of absence."
  "Shure, bhut wie?"
  "I'm taking a... vacation.  To look into a personal matter."  He
turned the part he had picked up earlier over in his hand and read the
writing on it once again.
  "I'm going to Cosmic, New York."

        *                 *                *                *

  In the void of limbo, the bodiless spirit got tired of listening to
muzak.  "Hey, haven't you people found me a body YET!?!"
  "As a matter of fact," a voice said, "we have.  We're sick of your
whining."
  The sprit felt himself rushing back toward earth, feeling as though
he had been caught in the flow of a waterfall.  He flowed into his new
body...

        *                 *                *                *

  Somewhere in a hidden underground compound in Cosmic, New York, a
new pair of eyes flickered open.  The eyes of the ultimate weapon a
certain long-time foe of the LNH had been creating...

TO BE CONTINUED

                                           -Drizzt
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