A Multi-Universe Story By
P A R T T W O
[The Story So Far: F.B.I.
Special Agent Dale Cooper wakes up
from a deep sleep to find himself far away from his own Twin Peaks
in a mysterious room he does not recognize, hearing a voice refer
to him as "Number 3".
He looks down to find his normal black suit
has disappeared and has been replaced with the same casual clothes
worn by Number Six in the 1960's TV series The Prisoner. Cooper
realizes the absurdity of his predicament but nevertheless presses
forward with an investigation of his circumstances, only to find he
is not the only outsider here.
Joining him in a courtyard that
they all seemed to be led to are Voyage To The Bottom Of The Sea's
Admiral Harriman Nelson, private detective Veronica Gaines (from
the POWER STAR stories "Twisted Web" and "Twisted Web 2:
Resurrection"), Star Wars' Luke Skywalker, Deep Space Nine's Major
Kira Nerys and Constable Odo, Space:
1999's Maya, Manimal's Dr.
Jonathan Chase, Captain Scarlet, Highlander Duncan MacLeod,
Superman, Greatest American Hero Ralph Hinkley, Star Trek's
Montgomery Scott, and Angus MacGyver.
Mutual mistrust fills the
air of their first meeting--with Kira and Odo openly questioning
whether all of them are after the same goal and whether Cooper,
with his odd clothing, is really one of "them" or not--but all
eventually come to the realization that they are prisoners of a
power stronger than any of their individual powers and talents can
handle and that they are going to have to work together if they
want to get out. Deciding to
return to their bungalows and gather
clues and anything else that might be helpful, the fourteen
outsiders vow to reconvene on the beach after sunset and put escape
plans into action. But they may
be fighting more than just their
captors: Also finding themselves
in a strange place are Star Wars'
Darth Vader, Dr. Doom, V's Diana, Terminator 2's T-1000, Lost In
Space's Robot, Buck Rogers' Twiki, and the Star Trek mirror
universe's Commander William Riker.
"There is a game to be
played," Vader tells his companions. "We have all been brought
together to challeng the strongest forces of good in each of our
universes. And when we win, we
shall return to our worlds--and
rule them triumphantly!"...]
"Warning...warning...unknown energy sphere detected around
island. Danger imminent."
As the bubble-headed Robot
flailed his claw-like collapsible
arms about while pronouncing his warning, the smaller robot next to
him almost seemed to roll his eyes.
"Bee-dee-bee-dee-bee-dee-no kidding," Twiki said in a
mechanical imitation of disgust.
"You don't have to be a computer
to figure that out."
"Silence!" T-1000
ordered, turning his fierce-looking visage
toward them.
Any thoughts Twiki or Robot
might have had about responding
were soon banished when T-1000 morphed one of his appendages into
a deadly razor-sharp weapon that he brandished at the two less
sophisticated automatons.
"One more word from either of you,"
T-1000 warned, "and I'll cut you both in half."
Dr. Doom tsk-tsked. "With all due respect, T-1000," he
said
condescendingly, "I hardly think that would be in any of our best
interests. If Lord Vader is
correct, our adversaries outnumber us.
That should hardly be a concern to us with our superior powers and
knowledge...but one can never be too careful."
Slowly, T-1000 turned toward
the armor-clad king of Latveria
and glared at him for a moment, then morphed his limb back to a
humanoid arm shape. His features
reflected an unfeeling rage
toward his circumstances.
"I do not belong here," he said. "There
is no Sarah Conner here...no John Conner...no renegade Terminator.
I am not a party to this game for which the rest of you have been
gathered." He started
toward the door.
Doom, showing the absolute
confidence of an absolute despot,
blocked his path. "Whether
you believe you should be here or not
is irrelevant," he stated firmly.
"The fact remains, dear sir,
that you are here. Some power
has brought us here for some
purpose. I believe that purpose
is for us to gain the power to
dominate our own realms forever.
And to do that, we must defeat
the champions that have also been brought here."
"Dr. Doom is quite
correct."
All heads turned toward the
strong amplified voice that boomed
from the other armor-clad man in the room.
Darth Vader cut a wide swath
through the narrow room as he
came over to Doom and T-1000.
"Even as you two carry on this
discussion, on the other side of this island our rivals are
gathering to attempt escape. One
of them is known well to me--my
son, a traitor to his own family.
And though the others are
unfamiliar, they too are obviously champions of their own realm.
Thus, they are our enemies. No
doubt a great battle is meant to
take place here. The ignorant
peasants and the primitive dwellings
are not what is to be fought--they are merely obstacles to our
success."
As Vader spoke, Riker seemed
to smile broadly. "I think I
know who is responsible for all this," he finally said. "And if I
am right, we don't dare show any weakness or mercy. If we do...our
enemies are not the ones we'll need to worry about."
All looked at him as he
looked out the window toward the
beach.
Though no one had set a time
for the next meeting, no one had
to. It was as if each of them
received an internal signal as the
sun descended and night filled the skies. Each of the fourteen
left their bungalows at almost the same time and headed for the
beaches, finally rendezvousing below the cliffs near a set of
caves. Cooper took a quick head count
of the group, then spoke.
"All right, has anyone given an escape plan any thought? If you
who say you can fly have found air escape impossible, what's next
to try?"
Nelson looked out over the
ocean. "Swimming," he said
matter-of-factly.
All eyes turned toward the
seasoned seaman. "You've got to be
kidding," Kira scoffed.
"Not at all,"
Nelson said. "You--the one called
'Superman'--you said your cellular structure gave you extended
strength and endurance. You
could probably swim many miles without
being tired."
"True," Superman
commented. "Maybe whatever blocks
air escape
doesn't extend to the surface of the water. I could swim out
beyond the barrier..."
"And bring back help of
some kind," Kira realized.
"Preferably military."
"It's certainly worth a
try," Nelson noted. "Who
knows--perhaps my own Seaview is out there even now, searching for
me." He looked toward the
sea wistfully.
Odo stepped forward. "If that's the case, we might all want
to try escaping together," he said. "I could transform myself into
some kind of barge or boat to hold us all."
"A boat large enough to
transport us all would need some sort
of propulsion," MacGyver said.
"I don't suppose anyone found the
parts to make an engine?"
"I found very little that looked like it might be
useful,"
Scotty sighed. "Just a
bunch of antiques and cobblestones."
"But there are other
kinds of propulsion," Chase smiled.
"Perhaps something or someone could push the boat from behind. A
large sea mammal, like a whale--I could obtain that shape with a
little effort."
"I could give you a
hand," Ralph remarked. "Super
strength
does seem to be one of the few consistent parts of this suit I can
use."
"There might be
predators," Maya noted. "I
could probably
turn into some sort of creature to act as a guard to our boat as we
make our way beyond this energy barrier."
"But how does this
actually help?" Veronica asked.
"We'll
still be stuck in a world where none of us belong."
"Not necessarily,"
Cooper said. "It could be that if
we make
our way beyond the energy barrier, we cross the gateway back into
our own worlds. I've done that
before--I'm quite familiar with
being drawn into other realms.
The trick is to conquer the fear of
the unknown and face the crisis with perfect courage." He stopped
talking and looked around, as if something had caught the corner of
his eye.
Luke shivered slightly.
Cooper turned to the Jedi,
whose face now bore concern. "You
felt it too," Cooper noted.
Luke nodded. "Whatever we do," he said,
"we need to do it
quickly. I sense others have
arrived here--others who do not
necessarily share our goals."
Scarlet's ears perked
up. "You did say this might be a
game,"
he said to Cooper. "I
suspect the other game pieces have just been
placed on the board."
"The Gathering,"
Duncan whispered.
Everyone looked at Duncan
oddly. No one could understand why
he kept talking about the gathering when it was clear that this was
a gathering already. Superman
finally spoke up. "It's settled,
then," he stated firmly.
"I'll swim out ahead and make sure it's
even possible to leave the island.
Then, Odo will turn into his
boat, and with Ralph's help, the rest of you will get out to
sea--and Dr. Chase and Maya will provide their assistance from
there. Think you can handle your
part, Ralph?"
"Sure thing,"
Ralph replied. "I guess I can
tread water
better than I can fly."
Superman patted the other
suited hero on the shoulder. "When
we get out of here," he said, "if we're not immediately swept
away,
I'll be happy to give you flying lessons."
Ralph looked
awe-struck. "Really?"
Superman nodded.
"That'd be
great." Ralph smiled broadly.
"Ahem," Kira said,
clearing her throat. "I hate to
interrupt
this male bonding moment, but how are we going to know if you made
it or not?"
Everyone looked at each
other, as if the question had not
occurred to them. "I don't
suppose any of you have a radio you
could loan me?" Superman asked.
Odo shook his head. "Our communicators don't work," he
said,
gesturing over the gold insignia pin on his chest.
"The radio in my cap is
dead, too," Scarlet added, pointing to
his red cap.
"Just shout back,"
Chase remarked. "I'll hear
you."
Superman looked at Chase
oddly.
Chase blushed slightly. "I have heightened sensory
perceptions," he noted.
"A side effect of training myself to cross
the boundaries that divide man from animal."
"Really?" Maya
asked. "That would be a nice thing
to have--a
nice accompaniment to molecular transformation. How is it done?"
"I'd be happy to show
you some exercises that would help..."
"Ahem," Kira
interrupted. "I think it's
wonderful that some
of you have found you have things in common, but it seems to me
everyone is forgetting the main goal--to escape."
"Then let's get
started," Cooper announced.
"Superman, on
your way. MacGyver, maybe you
could help Constable Odo figure out
the right size and shape boat to carry all of us with maximum
efficiency."
"Sure thing,"
MacGyver replied.
"Then let's get
cracking," Kira said impatiently, already
heading for water's edge.
Nelson turned to
Scarlet. "The lady knows what she
wants," he
remarked. "And she knows
how to get people's attention. It's too
bad women aren't allowed to command wartime efforts in my world."
"Perhaps you can do
something about that," Scarlet replied.
"Perhaps I can,"
Nelson noted with a smile. "But
I'd like to
get back to command my own vessel first."
"What are they
doing?"
Diana regally paced around
the overlook point where the seven
forces of darkness stood looking down over the fourteen champions.
"I thought you said this was some sort of game or contest, Doom,"
she accused. "But it looks
like the other pieces are running
away."
"Indeed it does,
Diana," Doom replied. "I am
not certain what
is going on. Surely they too
know why they are here..."
"They do," Vader
noted. "But they are thinking only
of escape...of trying to avoid conflict."
"Too late." T-1000 started to descend to the beach
below.
"Wait!"
All heads turned to Riker,
who was glancing back up toward the
Village. "I don't think the
gamemaster is going to allow them to
go anywhere," he noted.
"So let's just watch and see what happens.
Who knows--we may be able to win this game without any real effort
on our part at all."
Robot turned the front of
his bubble head to Twiki. "I am
not
programmed to harm humans," he said to the smaller robot. "Why are
we here with those who wish to harm the ones below us?"
"Bee-dee-bee-dee-bee-dee-would you rather we were down there
with them with these things plotting against us?" Twiki replied.
Silence, as if Robot was thinking
about it.
"Warning...warning..."
Superman turned toward the
others as the group finally reached
water's edge. "O.K., give
me a chance to swim about a mile or so
out," he said. "That
should give me a pretty good indication of
how far out this energy barrier extends."
"A mile?" Kira
asked, looking puzzled.
"About 2
kilometers," Scotty said, translating the number
system.
"Two kilometers? We don't have that kind of time!"
"Trust me,"
Superman replied, "you won't have to wait long.
Once I've made sure it's safe enough, I'll call back to Dr. Chase,
and then Odo will turn into his boat and the rest of you will get
underway."
"After that,"
Nelson said, "it's in God's hands.
The sea can
be unforgiving to men who make mistakes."
"Let's take it one step
at a time," MacGyver cautioned.
"First, Superman needs to find out whether any of this is
possible."
"Right." With that, the Man Of Steel headed out into
the
water and began to swim with speed that astonished even Ralph. A
few seconds later, Superman had reached the mile boundary.
"Guess he wasn't just
bragging," Veronica said in Kira's ear.
Kira rolled her eyes.
Chase looked out over the
horizon at Superman and cocked his
head slightly.
"Right," he finally said, "he's done it. He says
he's bounced up and down and back and forth and can't feel any kind
of energy wall. Constable Odo,
it's your turn."
"Right," Odo said,
then turned to MacGyver. "How big
do you
think the boat has to be?"
Mac thought about it. "Well, I'd say we were talking about
needing a small barge--are you familiar with 20th century barges,
Mr. Odo?"
"Not really..."
"Hold it!" Chase
interrupted.
All eyes turned to him. "What is it?" Luke asked.
Chase was listening
intently. "There's something
wrong...I
can barely hear him. There's
some kind of roaring noise around
him."
"A sea vessel?"
Nelson asked.
Chase shook his head. "Not mechanical...it sounds almost like
a beast of some sort."
Ralph looked as far out to
sea as he could. Suddenly he
gasped.
"What do you see?"
Cooper asked.
"You don't want to
know," Ralph replied.
Suddenly, Duncan pointed
outward. "Look!"
All eyes watched as Superman
swam back toward the shore,
pursued by a gigantic silver-white balloonesque sphere.
"It's going to catch
him!" Scarlet realized.
And catch him it did,
seemingly swallowing the Man Of Steel
whole about halfway to shore.
Superman pressed against its rubbery
skin, trying to break through this biological prison.
Odo was the most shocked of
anyone on the beach. Was this
creature similar to himself in construction, texture, origin? Was
this the reason he had been led to this island--to do battle with
beings like himself?
"It's coming
closer!" Kira said aloud.
Duncan drew his katana. "I'll slice it open if it comes
ashore," he announced.
"We'll get him out of there one way or
another."
"We'd better,"
Veronica said. "I don't think we
can afford to
lose such a valuable partner in this game." Then, she added under
her breath, "or such a cute one."
Chase turned toward her and
glared.
"Oops," she
smiled. "Don't tell anybody I said
that."
The bubble drifted closer to
shore. Superman pushed against
it harder, harder, harder...
Suddenly there was a
tremendous explosion. Pieces of whitish
skin and gelatin-like substances sprayed everywhere as Superman
tore the creature apart from the inside.
Everyone on the shore jumped
back from the flying debris.
"Ick," Veronica pronounced.
Another whitish bubble rose
from the depths and began
approaching Superman, who had stopped moving.
Scarlet threw off his cap
and vest, kicked off his boots, and
raced for the water.
"Captain Scarlet!"
Ralph shouted.
Scarlet did not listen. Instead he swam out to Superman, who
was looking dazed from his experience with the bubble-beast, hooked
his arm around the other man's shoulders and neck, and began
swimming with him back toward shore.
The bubble-beast got closer.
Superman finally seemed to
get a second wind as he reversed
Scarlet's grip faster than the other man would have thought
possible and propelled the two of them with his super-strong legs
through the water back to shore.
The bubble-beast, apparently
deciding its work was done, sank
back beneath the water.
For a long moment, everyone
just stared at the Man Of Steel
and the Indestructible Man as they stood on the beach, dripping and
exhausted. Finally, Ralph
spoke. "I take it that is not the
way
we're going to get out of here?"
Superman shook his
head. "Afraid not," he
replied. "That is,
unless you enjoy being a meal for a giant jellyfish."
"No, thank you," Scarlet
replied, finally catching his breath.
"I'm indestructible, not indigestible."
Superman smiled. "Thanks for your help, Scarlet."
Scarlet shrugged. "No sense in anyone dying just
yet. The
game's hardly begun." He
shook his arms in disgust, trying to get
the excess water and goop from the dead gelatin creature off
himself.
"Let me help,"
Superman offered. "You get dizzy
easily,
Scarlet?"
"Not really," he
replied. "And I recover quickly
when I do."
"Good." With that, Superman threw Scarlet with a
twisting
motion into the air.
Scarlet's body rotated as if
he were in the spin cycle of a
washing machine, then dropped into Superman's waiting arms.
Superman stood him upright again.
Scarlet grabbed Superman's
shoulder for support. "I don't
recover that quickly," he said in a shaky voice.
"Somebody give him a
hand," Superman urged.
Ralph came over and helped
Scarlet make his way over to his
clothes as Superman seemed to float about a foot off the ground and
whirled himself around in much the same fashion, using the
centrifugal force to dry himself off.
Superman lowered himself
back to the ground and straightened his hair. "Much better," he
replied. "What was that
thing out there? I've never seen
anything
like it."
Cooper almost seemed to
laugh. "Rovers," he
said. "I should
have guessed."
Kira turned to Cooper. "You knew those things were out
there!" she accused.
"No, I didn't...but I
do know what they are," he admitted.
A fresh wave of suspicious
glances turned Cooper's way.
"Look, it's not what
you think," he said. "In my
world, there
was a TV show in the 1960's called The Prisoner. It was set in a
village just like this one--they even called it The Village--and
everyone there wore numbered tags and nobody used names. It
starred Patrick McGoohan as a British secret agent who resigned
from intelligence work only to find himself captured as he was
trying to leave the country. He
woke up from an odd sleep to find
he'd been brought here, wearing clothes like the ones I'm wearing
and a pin with the number 6. His
nemesis was Number Two--a
different Number Two every week--and whenever he tried to escape,
they'd always thwart him. One of
the ways they did was by using a
bubble-shaped beast to guard the coastline called 'Rover'. Turns
out there was more than one Rover and they wouldn't even let you
get close to the water. When we
were able to make it this far
without running into one, I thought our captors had forgotten that
aspect of the series. But looks
like they've managed to cover
every detail, including that one."
Chase nodded. "You know the story better than I
do," he said.
"But you're right. Down to
the cut of Cooper's suit, this is a
copy of the setting for The Prisoner."
"Terrific,"
Veronica groaned. "We've got fan
fiction writers
for captors."
"Did the prisoner ever
escape?" Scotty asked.
"Well, that's open for
debate," Cooper replied. "In
the last
couple of episodes, he seems to finally beat Number Two at his own
game and then escape--but the whole thing is like one long surreal
dream and it ends with doors that open just like they do in The
Village and a shot that's just like the one in the first episode
where he drives off into the sunset like he was planning to before
he was captured. So no one
really knows if he escaped or not."
Luke nodded. "No wonder you were chosen to lead
us," he
remarked. "You're the only
person who has any idea of what's going
on here."
"I know what's going on
here," Duncan announced. "The
Gathering."
Now all eyes were on Duncan,
who still had his katana drawn
and now had the tip of its blade buried in the sand as he leaned on
its handle. The Highlander had a
curious mix of awe and
determination playing across his features.
Cooper stepped toward him. "That's the third time you've used
that term, Mr. MacLeod," he said.
"What exactly is 'the gathering'?"
"Immortals believe that
at the end of the world, the last two
Immortals left after all the intervening struggles for life will
come together for one final battle," he explained. "As I said
before, there can be only one--and this battle represents the
ultimate battle between good and evil.
The one left standing at
the end receives all the lifeforce from all other Immortals who
have ever been. It is the
ultimate goal of all Immortals."
"You spend your lives
fighting each other for the chance to be
the last man alive?" Scarlet remarked, stunned.
"It is our
destiny," Duncan replied matter-of-factly. "One
does not fight destiny--one embraces it."
"So, if this is The
Gathering," Maya asked, "which of us is
the one you're supposed to fight?"
Duncan turned to
Scarlet. So did everyone else.
"Hold on!" Scarlet
replied. "I thought we sussed all
this
out..."
"Never mind that,"
Odo interrupted. "Look!"
All eyes followed Odo's gaze
up the side of the cliffs to the
seven figures overlooking them.
"What the...where did
they come from?" Kira asked.
"Probably from the same
places we did," Scotty deduced.
"Anyone recognize any of them?"
Luke shivered. "Yes," he responded in almost a
whisper. "The
one in all black is my enemy, Darth Vader. The darkest of the dark
Jedis. Evil, beyond
redemption." He took a deep
breath. "My
father."
Cooper turned to him. "Your father?"
"The evil was gone in
him," Luke whispered. "It was
gone.
What happened?"
"Obviously, this is
from a time when the evil wasn't gone,"
Cooper realized. "If they
can bring people through time and space
to an island, they can certainly pick and choose which time and
space to bring them from."
Nelson looked the seven dark
figures over and frowned. "Looks
like the game has finally begun."
Vader looked down the cliff
face at the group below. Once
could sense satisfaction in the carriage of his body as he stood on
the edge of the precipice.
"My son has finally found me," he
remarked. "And he is
afraid. His fear will be his strongest
enemy."
"It usually is among
these pitiful creatures," Doom agreed.
Vader turned to Doom. "I cannot help but feel a sense of
kindred with you, Dr. Doom. You
would have made a fine Sith Lord."
"And you would have
made a great ruler, Lord Vader.
Together
we could bring Earth to its knees."
Riker rolled his eyes. "Look, you two, I hate to interrupt
this great sympatico thing you've got going, but they now know
we're up here. Shouldn't we be
making some sort of plans about
we're going to take them on?"
"Plans?" Doom sounded almost maniacal. "Plans? What do we
need of plans? They are no match
for us--for our talents, our
intellects, our ruthlessness! If
they dare attack, we will utterly
destroy them!"
"Glad you think so
highly of yourself," Diana retorted.
"Maybe we should just leave you and Helmet-head over there to
handle all of them yourselves.
I've got better things to do--like
getting out of here."
Vader turned toward
her. "Do not taunt me," he
warned. "You
underestimate the power of the Dark Side of The Force."
"And you underestimate
the skill of your opponents," the voice
of Number Two boomed over the beach.
The seven villains looked
around, seeking the source of the
voice.
Riker frowned as his face
formed a mixed mask of disgust and
recognition. "Damn,"
he growled.
Diana turned to him. "What is it?"
"Trouble," Riker
replied. "Big Trouble."
The fourteen heroes and heroines
looked around at the sound of
the voice much like their counterparts on the cliffs above them
had. "I've heard that voice
before," Kira whispered. "We
are in
big trouble."
"You have no
idea," Number Two taunted in reply.
"But enough
conversation. You were all
wrong--this is not a game. It is
instead a quest--a quest that will send you to the farthest corners
of the earth. You are seeking
the greatest treasure anyone could
ever find, an ancient artifact from a dead planet called Sagar tens
of thousands of light-years from here.
A brilliant blazing sword
that has been called many names over the years--the kingmaker, the
sword of life, Excalibur. Its
real name in almost any language
imaginable, however, is the Power Star."
"The Power Star?"
Veronica whispered.
"That is your quest--to
seek the Power Star. You will be sent
forth in teams to find it."
"Teams?" Scarlet
questioned.
"Teams. Good one one side--evil on the other."
Everyone looked at each
other, then over at their
contrarily-aligned counterparts.
"I've got a bad feeling about
this," Luke sighed.
"And just what it that
we will receive if we find this 'Power
Star'?" Doom thundered.
Silence. All stood attentive, listening for any
indication
that Number Two would answer.
"To the one who finds
the Power Star," Number Two pronounced,
"will come Absolute Power over the entire universe and its many
alternates...for all time."
The awe that spread over
both groups was almost palpable. The
villains could almost touch the culmination of their life goals in
Number Two's words. The heroes
began to realize that they were the
only things standing between the domination of evil over all their
universes.
A flash of light split the
darkness. When it faded, Superman
had disappeared.
Ralph looked over at the
space where the Man Of Steel had
stood just a second ago. Before
he could react, he too was gone.
Veronica vanished next.
Diana followed in the blink
of an eye.
"What's going on?"
Maya asked, unconsciously moving closer to
Chase.
"I think I know,"
Kira replied. Then she disappeared.
"Major!" Odo
shouted.
Nelson left next, and Riker
up on the cliffs above them
followed.
"Cooper!" Luke
shouted, extending his hand.
Cooper didn't even have to
ask what the Jedi meant. He
grabbed Luke's hand, and the two of them were swept away together.
Vader disappeared from the
precipice.
"What the...,"
MacGyver began before the light grabbed him
next.
Scotty left next in a flash, and Doom disappeared in the next
instance.
"We're next,"
Chase realized as he, Maya, and Odo vanished.
The robots and T-1000 were
the next to make a hasty exit.
Suddenly, Duncan MacLeod and
Captain Scarlet were the only
ones standing on the beach.
One man watched the action
on the beach and the cliffs with
great interest. These twenty-one
outsiders were the first new
visitors he'd seen in The Village in years. And he had been here
a very long time.
To his captors he was known
simply as Number Six. To others,
he was The Prisoner.
The strangers who had been
here and had disappeared did not
belong here, he realized. And
they had been brought here by a
power stronger than any trick any Number Two had ever tried on him.
But had they really been
here? People didn't just appear and
disappear out of nowhere, particularly people like those. And
Number Two had been particularly sadistic with his mind tricks as
of late, he noted.
Maybe he'd finally
snapped. Maybe the labors of all those
Number Twos all those years had finally borne fruit...rotten and
dying fruit.
Or maybe not.
Either way, Number Six was
going to find out...if it was the
last thing he did.
(END OF PART TWO)
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