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When Tracy Karr took on the identity of Blue Beetle, and then Solar Scarab, her use of her mystic powers awakened Seti, the Sultana of Sand. The mummified villianess wants the book that is the source of Solar Scarab's powers to be more human and more than human after all her time buried in the Earth
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NCIS investigates crimes against naval and marine interests. One of its part time assets is Gail Harper. Gail is used for recoveries at sea because of her unique ability to merge and control any water she touches. Gail was asked to join America's Best in case the Navy/Marines needed the team to help out as expendable assets in edge cases that NCIS should not be touching.
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When Tracy Karr took on the identity of Blue Beetle, and then Solar Scarab, her use of her mystic powers awakened Seti, the Sultana of Sand. The mummified villianess wants the book that is the source of Solar Scarab's powers to be more human and more than human after all her time buried in the Earth
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I would like to pick Hellboy as my big guy
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My leader is John the Balladeer

The smoky mountains is my choice.
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(so the game recently took a weird pivot and got very close to the tropes of the source fiction : ambushed by enemies, villainous monologues, knocked out, separated, one teammate breaks into enemy compound by force while the two powerhouses are sneaking their way in, one teammate captured and put in a deathtrap they escaped on their own, heroes wearing enemy minion armor to blend in, heroes faking being captured by enemy, unexpected trapdoors, gauntlet of villains)
 
Ace: *waking up in deathtrap* New Pulp Fiction 2: Kidnapped by perverts in Las Vegas by Ace Frehley.
Booming intercom voice: No Mister Frehley I expect you to die!
Ace: *blank silence*
Intercom voice: James Bond? No? C'mon!
Ace: Learn to read the room, man.
 
Enemy minion wakes up flat on his back with The Demon crouched on his chest.
The Demon: If you scream, I can just pull your head right off.
*Roll a 17d6 PRE Attack.*
Minion: I believe you.
Starchild: I was gonna roll Interrogation, but ...
 
character in form of housecat infiltrating the enemy base: A sneak-a sneak-a sneak-a!
 
Starchild: And get  your friend some medical care, he's in a coma!
Enemy minion who is literally a clone of the guy in coma: *running away* F**k 'im, he's an a$$hole!

Marvin Mole, the Monstrous Maw of Minnesota is known for his fatal biting attacks on his victims with his large teeth
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Bean-counting administrators Imbecile deans who demand Annual Performance Review forms by Friday, even though they'll ignore them for three months until they're sure there's not even enough money to give COLA raises to anyone but themselves this year Service committee chairs who ask for edits on some d----d draft of a new rule proposal which has no relevance to you or anyone you know Utterly clueless lumps of nonsapient fecal protoplasm that overflowed some toilet over in Liberal Arts and have taken up residence in rhe Grants and Contracts Office who cannot understand that no matter how many degrees in English or Philosophy they have, they DO NOT get to send the mandatory official grant forms back to the National Science Foundation and demand a more aesthetically pleasing grammatical construction  Physical Plant, who seem to think that it's OK to have the offices on one side of the hall be 89 F at all times, and the offices on the other side of the hall be 47 F at all times, because the hallway then is a nice 69 F at all times DFUA IT support cretins, who ram "upgrades" into your working machine that break all kinds of important functionality that IT support didn't take into account because they can't understand it Bean-counting administrators again, who want to increase all class sizes to 38 students per so they can lay off one poor part-time adjunct making $7000 a quarter, even though there are no classrooms on campus that can actually seat 38 students at the same time The Fire Marshal, who barges in without warning and declares the lab unsafe because there's too much stuff in it Los Federales, who send you a nastygram requiring you to do the re-up FERPA regulation training before the end of the month DFUA IT support cretins again, since the nearest printer that actually works is over in the East Camelhumping Building, to which you have no access Did I mention bean-counting administrators who think they can solve the $8 million per year deficit in the budget they have f-----d up by cutting off all six scientific support staff, each of whom makes $22,000 a year or less? Some reptile-sodomizing textbook publisher rep who wants you adopt a new edition of their crap book, when the changes made in it are (1) dumbing it down, (2) pushing some utterly unworkable on-line homework system onto students for no justifyable pedagogical benefit, and (3) bumping the price up another $55 a copy Idiot drone underlings of bean-counting administrators who send you crap emails to get you to contribute to the Annual Fund Drive Campaign For Fatter Administration Paychecks Imbecile deans again who want you to serve on the Performance Review Form Revision Committee because imbecile deans can't admit it's all a F------ WASTE OF EVERYONE'S TIME AND ALWAYS WILL BE ... Sigh, too many adversaries for one draft, I'm afraid.

The Groundhogs are a vicious pack of murderous monsters. Who are these five villainous voles?
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Transvont is a giant bot used as a mobile base disguising itself as a tractor trailer. In combat, it lets the trailer hunker down as a bunker for its passengers while it changes into a robot with a big gun.
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(I had a commando x for my writing, I should used him for a hero before this. What can I do for this?)
Ray Sloan is a hero who spent most of his youth as the bearer of the lightblade. it made him stronger, faster, and capable of many light related feats. He stopped using it when his children were born. They became heroes on their own. he decided that maybe he should get back into the game. So the Light Blade was reborn in a modern era
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5
Logan enjoyed the time with his family. After dinner, they watched television until
it was time for Brady to go to bed. He snuggled with Gloria on the couch.
 
“We have to go to that ball tomorrow,” said Gloria. “You’re going to have to take
another night off from being Log Man.”
 
“I didn’t give a beating to my problem children tonight,” said Logan. “I don’t know
if I can skip two nights. They’ll forget me.”
 
“No, they won’t,” said Gloria. She smiled from her spot on top of him. She sipped a
small amount of wine she had poured when Brady went to bed. “If anything, they’ll
get more scared if you showed up randomly to wreck things and weren’t on a
schedule.”
 
“Creating fear through absence is a tried terror tactic,” said Logan. He hugged Gloria.
“I have Hillary trying to turn the testimony at the scene into something usable. He
said it would take a couple of days.”
 
“What do you think that will show?,” said Gloria.
 
“I’m hoping it will show who fired the fatal bullet so I can make whichever gang
responsible give up that member if they want some peace and quiet,” said Logan.
 
“And if none of them do?,” asked Gloria.
 
“Then it’s back to wrecking their stuff until I get something I can use,” said Logan.
“Such is the way of the power mad super vigilante.”
 
“The ball is a little more important than your street gang problem,” said Gloria.
“They’re setting up the display for that jewelry exhibit tonight.”
 
“They’re putting the jewelry in tonight?,” asked Logan. “I didn’t see any mention of
that in the coverage.”
 
“As far as I know only the people like me know,” said Gloria.
 
“I have to get over there,” said Logan. “When are they installing things?”
 
“They’re doing it right now,” said Gloria. She sat up and put her wine glass on the
table.
 
“So I have some time,” said Logan. He stood up. He bent down and kissed Gloria as
hard as he could.
 
“What’s going on?,” asked Gloria.
 
“Teflon Billy is going to hit the exhibit tonight as soon as they are done setting things
up,” said Logan. “He has someone inside telling him things.”
 
“I think you’re trying to get out of date night,” said Gloria.
 
“I need you to call the committee and see if you can find out who’s in charge of
things,” Logan said. “Call me when you know.”
 
“It’s ten at night,” said Gloria. “Everyone else has gone to bed by now.”
 
“Everyone?,” asked Logan.
 
“Maybe Lois Carstairs is still up,” said Gloria. “Are you really serious about this?”
 
“If he doesn’t hit tonight, he’ll hit tomorrow around the ball,” said Logan. “This guy
is slick. I wish I had thought of this earlier. I could use some help if I’m right.”
 
“Let me make my call,” said Gloria. “I’ll go out with you.”
 
“Are you sure?,” asked Logan.
 
“He better show up is all I’m saying,” said Gloria. She pulled out her phone as she
walked from the living room.
 
Logan wrapped himself in his wooden body and leaf cape as he waited. He hoped he
was right about this. He had been a hero for a while, and Gloria had supported him,
but ruining date night would put him in the doghouse for a while.
 
He didn’t want to work his way out of the doghouse while trying to take care of his
other business.
 
Gloria returned. She had exchanged her clothes for the leather suit she wore as
Diamond Spear. She fitted her mask in place with gloved hands.
 
“Lois said that Lane Gentry is in charge of the setup,” said Gloria. “He should be
there watching things for the committee.”
 
“Let me make a call,” Logan said. He pulled his own phone out of his wooden body.
He looked up Ken’s number and pushed the contact button.
 
“What does Lane Gentry have to do with anything?,” asked Gloria.
 
“I don’t know, but I would be interested in finding out,” said Logan. He waited for
an answer as he thought about the name. He didn’t know Gentry, so he was interested
in what he did for the Committee.
 
“What you want?,” asked Ken after a moment of the phone ringing. He sounded
irritable at being disturbed while trying to get the paper together for the night.
 
“I need you to call Phillips and ask him to dig into a guy named Lane Gentry,” said
Logan. “Can do?”
 
“Why the interest?,” asked Ken.
 
“He’s setting up the exhibit for the ball tomorrow,” said Logan. “I just want to make
sure there’s no skeletons in the closet.”
 
“This is about Teflon Billy, isn’t it?,” asked Ken.
 
“I don’t know, but it never hurts to verify someone’s credentials,” said Logan. “And
if everything goes right, we can turn it into a puff piece on the organizer of the Grand
Charity Ball and the charity itself.”
 
“But you think Teflon Billy is going to hit the exhibit,” said Ken.
 
“I don’t know, but it would be great to see if there are any leaks we can plug before
things go south,” said Logan.
 
“I’ll call Phillips and put him on it,” said Ken.
 
“Thanks, Ken,” said Logan. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
 
Logan put the phone back under his bark skin after he hung up. Gloria pulled on her
gloves to make sure they wouldn’t come off while she was in action.
 
“You think Gentry is giving your thief inside information?,” asked Gloria.
 
“Don’t know,” said Logan. “Maybe there’s a connection. Maybe there isn’t. I can see
Billy hitting the exhibit tonight instead of after the ball tomorrow. So we’re going to
take a look around first.”
 
“I haven’t been on a stake out in forever,” said Gloria.
 
“It’s just like riding a bicycle,” said Logan. “You never forget.”
 
“All right,” said Gloria. “Let’s do this before the wine wears off.”
 
“At least I’m the one driving,” said Logan. “To the Log Mobile.”
 
“That’s hilarious,” said Gloria. “I hope Teflon Billy does show up. I want to pay him
back for ruining my night.”
 
“Don’t worry,” said Log Man. “If he doesn’t show up tonight, he’ll be there
tomorrow.”
 
“How do you know?,” asked Gloria. They walked to the garage where Logan created
his wooden vehicle to carry them.
 
“Because the value of the collection is in the millions and it’s only going to be
together for the next few days,” said Logan. “We’ve been covering it for a while.
Billy likes to hit stationary targets. He’s not going to try for an armored car, or
courier. He’ll go for the showroom.”
 
“And he only has the next three days to do the job,” said Gloria.
 
“When you reminded me about the ball, that made me think of the coverage of the
ball,” said Logan.
 
“So you had a Poole moment,” said Gloria.
 
“Exactly,” said Logan. “The problem is what if I am wrong, and he’s hitting some
other jewel collection while we’re looking for him at the showroom.”
 
“If that happens, you owe me another date night,” said Gloria.
 
“I will gladly pay that,” said Logan. “I know a place that has the best hamburgers in
the world.”
 
“I’m not talking about hamburgers, mister,” said Gloria. She swatted him on the arm.
“You know darn well what I’m talking about.”
 
“I will do whatever I can to make you happy,” said Logan. He smiled.
 
“You will,” said Gloria. She nodded her head. “Now, I have to start making plans for
something grandiose and complicated.”
 
“Can’t we stay home and cuddle on the couch,” asked Logan.
 
“That’s what we were going to do tonight,” said Gloria. “Not anymore.”
 
“That’s fair, I guess,” said Logan.
 
“There’s the Hoxton,” said Gloria. She pointed at an almost triangle of a building.
“The show room is at the rear, facing out on the parking lot and pool area.”
 
Logan pulled the Log Mobile to the curb as he looked around. How would Billy get
into the hotel? He probably checked in as a guest. The hotel would not give him the
names of everyone that had checked in. That would be against the law.
 
Billy would probably violate the door somehow. His power should allow him
to take out the hinges and drop the door to the ground.
 
Did he have a room in the Hoxton was the bigger question. If he did, he could just
hide the jewels, go back to his room, and pretend like he didn’t know what had
happened and walk away. The police wouldn’t be able to hold him without proof
that he had taken the merchandise.
 
Had some kind of guard been hired to watch things? Would he be able to stop Billy?
How did he and Gloria want to set up so they could watch things? If he had his
brainstorm earlier, they could have taken a room and walked down to watch the room
from the inside of the hotel themselves.
 
“Let’s see how the other side looks,” said Log Man. “Maybe we’ll have a better view
of things.”
 
He pulled away from the curb and circled the hotel to enter the parking lot.
 

6
“Are you sure he’s going to go tonight?,” asked Gloria. Her black costume let her
hide in shadows cast by the dim security lights in the exhibit room.
 
Logan hid on the other side of the room. He stood as motionless as a tree. Only his
eyes moved as he watched the room.
 
If Billy didn’t show up, they would go to the ball and stake things out afterwards. The
third night would have a crew come in and take everything back to their vaults under
armed guard.
 
Somewhere in those three days, Logan expected the thief to take action. His only
other chance was during the transportation phase of things. So far he hadn’t done
anything like that.
 
He liked motionless targets he could sneak in and out of without anyone seeing him.
 
“I hear something,” said Gloria. “I think it’s the window to my right. Can you see
anything at my four?”
 
Logan focused on the window. He spotted someone crouching outside. He couldn’t
tell what was going on, but it looked like he had been right about Billy hitting the
show.
 
“I see someone outside,” said Logan. “It looks like he’s taking the window apart to
get inside.”
 
“Do you think he can see me?,” asked Gloria.
 
“I’m not sure,” said Logan. “You might want to move so the stand is between you and
the window.”
 
“Right,” said Gloria. She waited until the person at the window looked down. She
flipped back around a display counter and dropped down. “I think we’re good.”
 
“I don’t think he saw you,” said Logan. He frowned as the thief kept working. “Either
that, or he isn’t concerned.”
 
“He will be,” said Gloria.
 
After a few more minutes of working, the infiltrator pulled the window out of its
frame. He looked around before entering the room. He reached up and turned on a
small light attached to his helmet as soon as he was inside the room. He turned his
head to look at the jewelry on display.
 
“Hey, buddy,” said Log Man, stepping into view. “You know you’re not supposed to
be in here, right?”
 
The thief headed for the empty window frame. He skated along the floor, sliding on
goo dropping from his boots. He saw a figure in black flying through the air. He
raised his arms to brace for impact. Diamond Spear slid off of him and hit the floor.
He slid across the room, towards a wall. He caught himself and used a hand to change
his direction of travel toward a door to the inside of the hotel.
 
“No,” said Log Man. He flicked his wrist. A staff hit the door with one end while he
held the other end in his hands. “We’re not chasing you all over the city. Give up and
we’ll turn you over to the cops so you can hand over the loot you haven’t got rid of
yet. Take the easy way out.”
 
The thief turned to look at Log Man across the room. He glanced at Diamond Spear,
blocking his entry point with the crystalline weapon that was her namesake in hand.
He seemed to be judging his chances.
 
He lunged for Diamond Spear, pushing off the staff holding the door shut. He slid
across the room like an ice skater. At the last second, he dove to the floor and slid
right at his living barrier.
 
The spear came down to block him. It was too late as he knocked her feet out from
under her. She hit and rolled across the slippery floor.
 
The thief hit the frame, stopped by the raised edge. He grabbed the sill to pull himself
through the empty space. Once outside, he was faster than either of his opponents.
A weight dropped on his legs. He tried to yank them free of whatever had seized
them. His power should make it impossible to grab him.
 
Teflon Billy looked at his legs. A giant log had fallen on them. He tried to pull his
legs free. A frictionless surface should allow that.
 
“Go to sleep, Billy,” said Diamond Spear. She slammed the butt of her spear into his
face. She stepped back when he stopped moving.
 
“All right,” said Logan. “Time to call in the police and have our culprit turned over
to the proper authorities.”
 
“How did you pin him in place?,” asked Gloria. She dismissed her weapon with a
movement of her hand.
 
“Billy can slip out of any grip,” said Logan. He pulled his phone out of his wooden
skin. “He can’t slip out of a bunch of hooks in his clothes.”
 
“You didn’t,” said Gloria.
 
“I pinned him to the floor through his boots and pants,” said Logan. He dialed the
number for the central police station’s front desk. “If he wants to get out of that, he’ll
have to leave his clothes behind.”
 
“That is kind of brilliant, and crazy, at the same time,” said Gloria.
 
“I have been doing a lot of reading the last few days,” said Logan. “How’s it going,
O’Toole? This is Log Man, masked man of mystery. Guess what I have for you if you
hurry.”
 
“No, I don’t have scoliosis,” said Logan. “I have Teflon Billy, or his imposter, pinned
down at the jewelry exhibit. Do you want him, or do I toss him back?”
 
“I will be waiting for you to pick him up,” said Logan. “You better bring something
that can’t be slipped out of as soon as he wakes up.”
 
“I’m going to head home,” said Gloria. “You better get home before the night is over,
or we will have words, mister.”
 
“As soon as O’Toole’s pack of law dogs show up, I will be glad to come home and
snuggle,” said Logan. He put his phone away.
 
“You better,” said Gloria. “You can beat up your gangs tomorrow.”
 
“The ball?,” said Logan.
 
“It’s not going to be held now, is it?,” said Gloria. “If I didn’t know better, I would
say you planned this on purpose to get out of wearing a tux.”
 
“You know I’m not that smart,” said Logan. He smiled under his wooden mask.
 
“Okay,” said Gloria. “I agree with that.”
 
“I don’t think you’re supposed to agree with that,” said Logan.
 
“It’s better this way,” said Gloria. “I’ll see you when you get home.”
 
“All I have to do is hand this guy over,” said Logan. “How hard could that be?”
 
Gloria smiled. She slipped through the empty window frame and headed into the
night. She was still mad, but not as much now with one of the city’s problems under
control.
 
Logan looked down at Teflon Billy. He shook his head. It was true he hadn’t wanted
to go to the ball, but he hadn’t wanted to ruin it either.
 
A lot of the charity mavens would be screaming for their heads. Logan frowned.
Maybe he could get Gloria to reschedule things, and set up some new exhibit.
 
Blue and red lights appeared outside the window. Policemen arrived. They looked at
the mess that used to be a ballroom.
 
“How’s it going, officers?,” said Log Man. He smiled under his wooden mask. “This
one’s slippery.”
 
“The Robbery guys are going to want to talk to you about this,” said the senior man,
Crookshanks. He waved a hand at the mess. “What happened?”
 
“I caught this guy breaking in and then I caught him,” said Log Man. “The problem
is that once I unpin him, he’s slippery enough to get out of anything that isn’t a solid
barricade.”
 
“Let’s get the mask off,” said Crookshanks. “Then we’ll have to get something to cart
him around in until we can get him processed.”
 
The police tried to maneuver the mask off. They gave up when they realized it was
attached to the neckpiece forming a collar around Billy’s neck. They couldn’t
disconnect what looked like a gas mask that covered the bottom of his face.
 
“We’re not getting that off without a cutting tool of some kind,” said Crookshanks.
He brushed his hands off.
 
“I could get it off, but I think it would violate his rights,” said Log Man. “And I think
it would hurt a lot.”
 
“We’ll have to get a warrant,” said Crookshanks. “Letting him remove it himself will
go a lot better than putting him in the hospital.”
 
“I can see that,” said Log Man. “How do you want to get him out of here?”
 
“I don’t know,” said Crookshanks. “If we had a cage, we could put him in that.”
 
“I can make a cage,” said Log Man. “Maybe put some wheels on it so you can roll
him around. You wouldn’t be able to take it anywhere.”
 
“Do that,” said Crookshanks. “Then we’ll get down to taking a statement. You will
probably have to come to court to testify.”
 
“I can’t testify,” said Log Man. “That’s out. You have cameras here in the ballroom.
You’re going to have to use that for evidence.”
 
“A prosecutor is going to want a witness to show the jury what happened,” said
Crookshanks. “You’re going to have to make a statement, and testify in court.”
 
“I’m an unlicensed vigilante, Jerry,” said Log Man. “I can’t testify before a court.
There would be demands on who I am. I can’t give up my identity. That’s just not
going to happen.”
 
“Just hold on until we get the camera footage,” said Crookshanks. “Then we can talk
about what the prosecution is going to want.”
 
“Go ahead,” said Log Man.
 
He shouldn’t have hung around. The police were going to want him to answer
questions about what happened. He wasn’t sure that would be in his interest.
He couldn’t afford to have his family become known to the enemies he had made,
and would make if he kept chasing bad guys.
 
Crookshanks left the scene with another uniform. They looked enough alike to be
brothers. He wondered if the police academy tried to do that on purpose.
 
Logan waited in place. He had to be there to let Billy loose when the police was ready
to take him away. He didn’t want them having to call a tree surgeon to cut the pin
log apart so they could put Billy in cuffs.
 
He stood in the shadow as the technicians went over the scene. Pictures were taken
of the damage. He winced at the fact that he couldn’t get any for his paper. That
would throw the secret identity in trouble there.
 
“All right,” said Crookshanks. He waved Log Man over. “There’s a full documentary
of what happened on the security footage. We’re going to need you to get rid of the
log.”
 
“All right,” said Log Man. “Be careful with him. He’s slippery.”

7
Logan returned to check on the animation he had commissioned. Teflon Billy had
gone through his arraignment calmly. His trial was in a couple of months according
to the court calender.
 
His lawyer had filed a motion to keep them from cutting off his mask because it
would endanger his face.
 
Logan understood the desire to keep anonymous. Fingerprints had been taken in case
he had been arrested earlier so they could identify him from criminal records and to
compare to other crimes around the country. If that came out, the paper would cover
it.
 
Hillary stood at the front counter and gestured for him to enter the school. The
animation teacher smiled.
 
“What does it look like?,” asked Logan.
 
“Let me show you,” said Hillary, gesturing for the publisher to follow him. “It’s all
stick figures right now, but I think we have a clear picture of what happened from the
reports and things.”
 
Hillary led the way into a classroom set up as a viewing room. He went to the
computers set up on one side and called up the animation file. The loading ring
started on the big screen.
 
“The first thing we did was assemble a model of the crime scene,” said Hillary.
Models of the houses appeared on the screen. “I sent a couple of students down to
take measurements and pictures. I put their footage in the computer so I could add in
what we needed to do with the physical evidence.”
 
“Then we took the crime scene photos and marked in where the bullets hit,” said
Hillary. Red spots assembled on the houses. “We also put in bystander cars with their
bullet damage.”
 
Models of the cars in the pictures appeared. Bullet damage marked one side of them
from the attack.
 
“I went over the accounts with my students,” said Hillary. “There was a lot of
confusion, but the gist is that a lot of the one gang was here in front of the target
house. Two cars drive up. Words were exchanged. Then they started shooting at each
other.”
 
Two cars rolled to the middle of the street. More stick men appeared. Red lines
connected each of the stick men to bullet holes in the environment.
 
“How do you know who shot what?,” asked Logan. He peered at the stick men as if
trying to see who they really were.
 
“We don’t know really,” said Hillary. He froze the footage after rewinding it back to
where the stick men first started shooting. “We made guesses based on the pictures
and the information the police gathered. The boy you’re interested in was shot with
a rifle. Most of the aggressive shooting was done with pistols and submachine guns.
The only rifle bullets the police found were behind the two cars.”
 
Logan processed the information as he stared at the frozen scene on the screen. He
felt that Hillary had a theory. If he was right, it changed everything for the case.
He also didn’t know how to use it to his advantage.
 
“What do you think happened, Hillary?,” Logan asked. He already had a fair idea, but
he wanted it confirmed beyond a doubt.
 
“I think the rifle started out being pointed at the cars on the street,” said Hillary. He
rolled the footage forward slowly. He pointed to one shooter on the defenders’ side
that was in front of the murder house. The stick man turned in a circle and shot
through the house. “I don’t know why that happened, but I think that’s what
happened.”
 
“Do you know which shooter this was?,” asked Logan.
 
“No,” said Hillary. He made a face. “The police didn’t really know who did the
shooting. We just put it together from the reports you provided.”
 
“Can you get me a copy of this?,” said Logan. “If we can identify that guy, we can try
to get the police to find him. You said he was the only one with a rifle out there?”
 
“According to the police reports, most of the casings recovered were pistol and
submachine gun rounds in nearly the same calibers,” said Hillary. He went to the
provided information and looked through it. “The round that killed the boy was a rifle
round from what they think was an Ay Kay.”
 
Logan nodded. It meant that one of the Razorbacks had done the deed. He already
knew how to find that person from the animation. How did he get the gangs to send
that person forward? That was his first real hurdle he had to jump.
 
He decided the best thing to do was see if any of the Razorbacks had been hurt during
the shooting. That would give him his prime suspect. Then he could think about
separating him out from his gang so he could take the consequences of his deed.
Maybe he could get the Aardvarks on his side by telling them he knew who had killed
the boy. He doubted Clinton would stand knowing that he was being pressured
because of another gang’s mistake.
 
On the other hand, Clinton might decide to take things into his own hands.
 
Logan wondered if a misleading story in the paper could put pressure on things for
the gangs so they would step back from the violence. He doubted it. If there wasn’t
this, there would be something else. He was better off escorting them to rented planes
and shipping them to other countries so they couldn’t mix together again.
 
“Thanks for your help, Hillary,” said Logan. He pulled out his phone. “I know this
will never stand up in court but it might have given me an idea on how to shut things
down.”
 
“What are you going to do?,” asked Hillary. He shut his computer down.
 
“I’m going to find out who the shooter is and then I’m going to try to pressure him
to come clean,” said Logan. “If I can do that, I can let the gangs go back to a slow
boil where they aren’t hurting anyone. Right now, they are close to open warfare. Log
Man has been on the scene, and having a vigilante actively in your business might
slow things down, but he can’t watch them forever. And the police aren’t doing that
great either. More attention will help hurt their business as far as I can tell.”
 
“And hurting their businesses will make them go elsewhere to earn their money,” said
Hillary.
 
“It might drive them out of business if the paper can keep the pressure on,” said
Logan. He called Phillips on his phone.
 
“This is Phillips,” said the reporter.
 
“This is Logan Major,” said Logan. “I asked a computer animation teacher to go
through the crime reports and put together an animation for me about the shooting.
We think one of the Razorbacks shot the Garret boy accidentally. I need to know if
any of the Razorbacks were wounded in the shooting.”
 
“Paul Winfrey was shot,” said Phillips. “He claimed to be an innocent bystander.
Everyone I know in the neighborhood said he was one of the ‘Backs. The police let
him go because they couldn’t find a weapon on him. And everyone on the street was
covered with gunpowder residue, so that wasn’t a good reason to hold him at the
time.”
 
“Is Winfrey in the hospital?,” Logan asked.
 
“I don’t know, but I can find out,” said Phillips.
 
“Let me know,” said Logan. “I have to do some things, but maybe we can put this
story to bed tonight, or tomorrow if we get lucky.”
 
“It shouldn’t be that hard to find out,” said Phillips. “I’ll call you back as soon as I
can.”
 
Logan cut the connection and put his phone away. All he needed was a way to force
a confession. He wasn’t seeing all of a plan for that yet.
 
“Hillary,” said Logan. “We might have to do this for a bigger crowd. I think you have
had the key to this in these reports the whole time. I just need to get some things
together.”
 
“Let me know, and I will be ready to roll,” said Hillary. “I’ll put everything in the safe
until you need it back.”
 
“Thanks,” said Logan. He headed out of the school. He needed to make another call,
but he didn’t want Hillary to hear who he was calling. That would make things
complicated for maintaining his secret.
 
He climbed into his Datsun and pulled out on the road. He dialed the number for
O’Toole. He needed some official backing for what he wanted to do.
 
“O’Toole here,” said the detective. “Who’s calling?”
 
“This is Log Man,” said Logan. “There was a rifle at the Garret shooting. Did you
guys find it?”
 
“No, and we looked everywhere around the scene,” said O’Toole. “What’s this
about?”
 
“I think the wounded Razorback shot the boy by accident then got rid of the weapon
before he could be taken to the hospital,” said Logan. “I’m going down to look for it.”
 
“Where do you get this?,” said O’Toole.
 
“One of my contacts hired an animator to put the scene back together. He just called
me with the news of what it looked like from the reports,” said Logan. “That rifle has
to be there at the scene of the shooting.”
 
“All right,” said O’Toole. “It’s possible that it has been retrieved. It’s been a while
since the shooting.”
 
“I think it’s still there,” said Logan. “We just have to find it.”
 
“I’ll get a crew to come down, and we’ll help you look for it,” said O’Toole. “Good
job on Teflon Billy. The hotel put your fight on Youtube.”
 
“Great,” said Logan. “I’ll see you at the scene of the crime.”

That's fine. I will substitute the Agincourt, a villain capable of shooting thousands of projectiles at once.
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Tak Sabata is Kuro Inu, the Black Dog of the Zodiac. Like others bearing that name around the world, he is the master of luck produced dooms and the quick escape.
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D-Fens has adapted his magnetic technology to deflect anything metallic away from him at high speed. This has allowed him to derail trains at the higher end of the setting as he rips the rails up and forces the train off the track into a crash.
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(I had a commando x for my writing, I should used him for a hero before this. What can I do for this?)
Ray Sloan is a hero who spent most of his youth as the bearer of the lightblade. it made him stronger, faster, and capable of many light related feats. He stopped using it when his children were born. They became heroes on their own. he decided that maybe he should get back into the game. So the Light Blade was reborn in a modern era
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I would like to pick this as my theme music
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I would like to pick this as my theme music
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Someone has broken into labs around the world from Argent, Viper, Harmon Industries, and others. They have stolen technology based around railguns and armored suits. Who are the five villains known as the Slingshots.
(any technology that can be built from magnets is acceptable, not just cannons.)
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Arlo Spellman took the weapons tech the Sling Shots stole and turned himself into a human rocket. The magnetic drive in his suit can propel him at speeds above the speed of sound while driving away anything that might get in his way. Spellman took on the name Projectile.
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Eddie Peng is the actor. This is the movie
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt6513406/
 
For a thousand years, you will know this name, Sun Wu Kong
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