POWER STAR The Imagination Anthology ISSUE 78 SEPTEMBER 1994 Jerry Seward, Editor Emeritus Kimberly Murphy, Managing Editor Monica Rose Kiesel, Production Director Rob Murphy, Layout Editor Bob Nassal, e-mail "Postmaster" Bennet Pomerantz, News Columnist J. Calvin Smith, Manuscript Editor CONTRIBUTORS: Mary J. Rudy, Shirla Turman, Holly Wolverton IN THIS ISSUE: Murphy's Musings . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .3 One woman's take on network programming and viewer power. POWER STAR Shareware Distributors. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .5 Got a modem? Check out these BBSs where POWER STAR and lots of other great stuff can be found. "An Exercise In Hope", By Mary J. Rudy . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .7 Our latest "Time Warp Tales" offering finds CAPTAIN SCAR- LET AND THE MYSTERONS facing off over a World Navy exer- cise in this award-winning short story. "Bringin' On The Rain", By Shirla Turman . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 35 Sing along with this filksong based on an episode of QUANTUM LEAP. "We All Live In An Alien Nation", By Shirla Turman . . . . . . . . . . . 36 Get down and funky with this ALIEN NATION filksong. "Quantum Blues", By Shirla Turman. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 37 Sam Beckett's got the blues from all his QUANTUM LEAPing. "New Lives", By Kimberly Murphy. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 39 Two days before Cooper and Audrey's wedding, Cooper and Diane's atention is drawn away from TWIN PEAKS by a Spo- kane bank holdup in this complete-in-this-issue tale. Media Reviews, By Kimberly Murphy And Holly Wolverton. . . . . . . . . . 65 Reviews of THE SHADOW and the 60's Japanese kids' show ULTRA 7. Comm Panel . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 67 The ratings are in . . . 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Leading the fight, one man fate has made inde- structible. His name: Captain Scarlet. . . . ] An Exercise In Hope A CAPTAIN SCARLET AND THE MYSTERONS Short Story By Mary J. Rudy [EDITOR'S NOTE: This story first appeared in POWER STAR Spe- cial `91. It is an "Americanized" version (updated with details for the American audience who may not be as familiar with CAPTAIN SCARLET) of a story which won the 1991 Fanderson fiction writing contest . . . KAM] Captain Scarlet checked the time again. He had arrived for his duty watch ahead of schedule in order to work on the New York TIMES Sunday crossword in peace. But it was nearly time to go on duty, and his partner still had not shown up. This was unlike Cap- tain Blue, he thought; often he was the early one. He tapped his pencil on the table top. The officers' lounge--that was where he had last seen him. Captain Scarlet displayed that particular room on the monitor before him. Sure enough, Captain Blue was still there, playing apparently the same game of chess with Captain Magenta. Captain Blue was a good player, almost as good as Captain Scarlet, and could usually defeat Captain Magenta with little trouble. But his opponent was giving him some stiff competition this time. Only a few pieces re- mained on the board, and Captain Scarlet magnified the chessboard on the display for a closer look. Amazing how such an ancient game could still hold interest in the twenty-first century, what with all the games that had been produced since. There was, to be sure, a very popular three-dimensional version of chess, but the original was liked just as well. No wonder Captain Blue was still playing the same game. He was clearly at a disadvantage; Captain Magenta could win with one simple move. Escaping checkmate was not impossible, but it would require both skill and luck, and there was no time for either. Captain Scarlet snapped on the two-way microphone. "Well, Captain Blue?" Without looking up, Captain Blue answered, "Well what?" "How are you going to get out of this spot?" "Right now, I'm going to wait for my move." Captain Scarlet smiled. Captain Magenta obviously had not seen his advantage. Since Captain Blue was due at his station, he thought it all right to help out a little. "In that case, Captain Magenta, I suggest you move your knight." Captain Magenta did as he was told, then blinked. "Check- mate!" he cried. "Thanks, Captain Scarlet!" "Hey, no fair!" Captain Blue looked up at the monitor. "Just because I beat you twice yesterday--" "Oh, let the kid win one for a change. Besides, you're due on watch." "Sorry about that." As Captain Blue rose from his chair, there was a faint crackle of static from the loudspeakers. Expect ing to hear next the stern voice of Colonel White reprimanding him for his lateness, Captain Blue was surprised by silence. Then, the voice they all dreaded to hear, the unnaturally deep tones coming as if from the grave, boomed over the P.A. system: "This is the voice of the Mysterons. We know that you can hear us, Earthmen. We will continue to wage our `war of nerves' with the citizens of the Earth. Our next act of retaliation will be to obliterate the hope of the world. We will be avenged!" Immediately after the unexpected message, Colonel White's voice was heard: "Cloudbase is now on yellow alert. Captain Scar- let, Captain Blue, report to the control room at once." "I think we've got us a tough one," said Captain Scarlet as Captain Blue headed for the door of the lounge. Captain Blue grinned. He remembered that Captain Scarlet had picked up a newspaper before leaving the lounge, and he had seen it on the monitor. The puzzle was gray and smeared from many pencil erasures. While Captain Scarlet was an expert at the British cryp- tic style of crossword puzzle, he was no match for Captain Blue as far as the American version was concerned. "Hardly. Couldn't be any more difficult than doing the TIMES puzzle in ink." "Very funny." Commander Robert Thomas was a black U.S. naval officer of av- erage of average looks and stature, but by no means was his mentality average. This was proven first at Annapolis, where he graduated with high honors majoring in nuclear physics. Then, as a junior officer, he distinguished himself in the Atomic Wars and had a chest full of decorations to prove it. he thought to himself as the black Corvette hugged a bend in the road. A wife and children, finally in a comfortable off- base home after years of making do with less than desirable quar- ters, and this wonderful piece of machinery he was driving. And now, literally, his ship had come in. He had received his orders this morning, and he had packed right away to accept his next commission at the Norfolk naval base some 100 miles away. Imagine, chief engineer on the Navy's newest aircraft carrier! The U.S.S. JOHN BARRY was the largest carrier ever built, with a complement of planes, helicopters and crew that was the size of a small air station on the mainland. The engines could sustain a voyage twice as long as the last ship completed. The BARRY was so large, in fact, that she was too broad to pass through the Panama Canal and needed a special drydock. One couldn't get a better assignment. The ship had already gone through her sea trials and passed with flying colors. Thomas had assisted in designing some of the electronic components of the reactor and was present for most of the tests, but he had missed the sea trials due to illness. The ship would make her maiden voyage as soon as possible, and what a show that would be! That first voyage would include participating in the largest naval exercise in history. She would really be able to show what she's made of! Thomas shook his head. he thought. he thought to himself as he saw a road sign. He eased off the accelerator and merged into the right-hand lane. There was no oth- er traffic on the road at this early hour, but Thomas knew that the highway would soon narrow and go back to a two-way road. Then another car appeared from around a bend up ahead. Thomas saw it but paid no attention to it; it was just your average sedan heading the opposite way. Then it changed lanes and came at him head-on. "Stupid drunk," Thomas muttered as he leaned on the horn and swerved into the left lane. Then Thomas couldn't believe his eyes--the car went back to the lane he had just entered! He tried again, but the sedan duplicated his move and was once again coming straight at him. This time it was too late to avoid an accident. Thomas said a quick prayer and turned the wheel as far as it would go, but there was no room to maneuver, and the Corvette collided with the sedan. The impact sent the two cars tumbling down an em- bankment where they burst into flames. The last thing Thomas saw, before the collision smashed him mercifully into unconsciousness, was the ashen death-mask face of Mysteron agent Captain Black. Had there been any witnesses, they would have been confused enough by the oncoming sedan, but they would be totally befuddled by the sight of Captain Black and Commander Thomas, both unharmed, observing the inferno from the roadbed. Little would these witnesses realize that Commander Robert Thomas had been mysteron- ized. Several hours and many cups of black coffee after reporting to Colonel White, Captain Blue pushed his chair away from the table and rubbed his temples. In another corner of the officers' workroom, Captain Scarlet was busy entering data into a computer terminal. He also was visi- bly drained. The sound of the chair made him jump. "Sorry, Captain. Didn't mean to alarm you." Captain Blue ran his fingers through his blond hair. "I just need to stretch a lit- tle." "Must be too much coffee," Captain Scarlet replied. "I can use a rest myself." He rose from the chair. He was a tall man, over six feet, slightly taller than Captain Blue, with about the same build. He had a thick head of hair, as black as his col- league's was blond. Captain Scarlet looked several years younger than Captain Blue although there was hardly a year's difference in their ages. He always thought that strange--with all the hardships he had faced in his life, his friend the wealthy man's son looked worse. he thought. He liked to tease Captain Blue about that, at least when they were off-duty together and less formal. "Have you come up with any ideas?" asked Captain Blue. "Nothing at all," replied Captain Scarlet. "We must have missed something. I know the Mysterons gave us a real riddle this time, but it usually doesn't take this long." "Did you see anything unusual on the nomenclature run?" "No, nothing. There's no famous person alive with either the first or last name of Hope. Now I'm checking the foreign translations of the word, although I doubt if the Mysterons'll try the same thing they did with General Tiempo." Captain Blue nodded in agreement. "We were only lucky that Captain Magenta was taking Spanish lessons, or we'd never have known what they meant by `kill time.' I don't think they'll try that for quite a while." "Well, anyway, it's got to be done. This is a good time to take a breather, because it'll take a few minutes for the program to run." Captain Blue refilled his cup and gestured with the coffee pot. "You want another?" "Thank you, no. If I have any more coffee, I won't be able to sit still. I thought I'd go round to the galley and get something to eat. Can I bring anything back?" "No, thanks. But before you go--I want to show you what I picked out for Symphony's birthday." Symphony Angel was one of Cloudbase's five female jet pilots and Captain Blue's girlfriend. Captain Blue was not sure that Colonel White would approve of the relationship, so the only other one who knew was Captain Scarlet, his best friend. "I wanted to get your opinion before I ordered it." He took a jewelry catalog from a stack of magazines on a nearby table and opened it. "Take a look at letter `M'." "An angel pin! An excellent choice, Captain Blue." Captain Scarlet looked up admiringly, but Captain Blue was not looking at him. He was staring blankly at the next page. "Captain Blue?" Still no response. he thought. "Ad- am!" The use of his first name brought Captain Blue out of his trance. He blinked and shook his head slightly. He said quietly, to no one in particular, "I think I've got it." "Got what?" "The Mysteron message! Look here, on the next page." The next page displayed gold charms. Captain Blue was point ing to a triple charm, that of a cross, an anchor, and a heart. "I still don't understand," Captain Scarlet remarked. "That's a Biblical symbol. I'm sure you've heard the expres sion `faith, hope, and charity.' Well, the heart stands for chari- ty, the cross for faith, and--" "And the anchor for hope," interrupted Captain Scarlet. "So?" "So, Captain Scarlet, the Mysterons threatened to destroy much of the `hope' in the world. What does an anchor also represent?" "Ships--" His voice trailed off. "Naval ships! By Jove, that could be it!" He darted back to the terminal, punching in da- ta before he was even seated. "Let's see what's going on with the World Navy this week; that'll be a start." "I knew you'd figure it out sooner or later. Sometimes you Limeys can be so slow." Captain Blue smiled; ribbing Captain Scar- let about his heritage and/or clipped British accent, good-natured- ly of course, was a good way to relieve the tension. But sometimes it backfired . . . and almost as soon as he made the remark, Cap- tain Blue knew this would be one of those times. "Must be that Yank education getting the better of me again," replied the West Point-trained Captain Scarlet, using that fact as he often did for the perfect comeback. The screen flickered to life. "O.K., here we are," Captain Scarlet noted. When they saw it, both men froze. "My God, Paul," murmured Captain Blue, dazed to the point of forgetting Spectrum protocol about using non-code names while on duty. "The largest war games in world history--a combined fleet exercise with amphibious landings! All those ships, all those lives--do you know what this means?" "It means," said Captain Scarlet, his brilliant blue eyes nev- er leaving the screen, "that we notify Colonel White immediately." He pressed the radio button. As always, the Mysterons had done a flawless job. Their re- creation of Commander Thomas was perfect in every detail, from his physical features and mannerisms down to the orders he carried in his briefcase as he walked to the main gate of the naval base. He had no problems getting through the gate and made his way to the massive ship at her berth. Thomas had been familiar with the of- ficer of the deck from a previous assignment and chatted with the young ensign for a few minutes before reporting to the executive officer. "Commander Robert Thomas reporting for duty, Captain," he stated to the executive officer before him. "Good morning, Commander." Captain T. J. Hawkins returned the salute and offered his hand. "Glad to have you aboard." He had a firm handshake and smiled easily, warmly. "How was your trip?" "Not great, sir. A little car trouble." "It's a pleasure to serve under you again," he added. "You were my first choice, Bob. The admiral wouldn't be alive today if it weren't for you. He figured it was the least he could do, knowing that the last ship you were assigned to was a bucket of bolts." "Thanks, sir, I'm honored." Thomas was clearly embarrassed. "How long before we get under way?" "About four hours. That will give you some time to get set- tled in and take a look around. Our first briefing will be at 1600, but it's not necessary for you if you're tied up. It's most- ly to introduce the officers. The briefing for the exercises will be tomorrow at 0900." "Thanks for the option, Captain. I definitely won't be there this afternoon, then; I want to run a few tests and make a few pre- parations on my own." "Very well, Commander. I'll let you get right to work. Carry on." "Aye-aye, sir." He saluted and left. Thomas proceeded to his quarters, shut the hatch and locked it. The room was larger than the average ship's engineer's quar ters and equipped with a personal computer. A small portrait of Commodore John Barry, the "Father of the American Navy" for whom the ship was named, hung on one wall. Thomas hung his garment bag in the closet space and sat down at the computer. He popped a disk into it and began to write a long program, hammering the keys faster than any human could ever do. But then again, Thomas was not a human any longer. He was a perfect copy of one, a robot programmed to perform exactly like the original under normal circumstances. But when doing the Mysterons' bidding, he, like all the other copies before him, became a cold, calculating machine. The program completed, Thomas cleared the screen and removed the disk, then went to the main reactor room, where he transferred the data from the disk into the reactor computer's memory. He was very furtive the whole time that he was standing there, looking constantly behind and around him for any crew member who should stumble upon his actions. When the transfer was finished, he took the disk back to the computer in his quarters and erased it, then filled it with normal information. Since the BARRY was the flagship of the war games, her ship board systems were linked with those of the other vessels. The carrier could monitor the movements of all of the ships in the force, and she could also order deployments and change their posi- tions herself if necessary. Thomas had become an expert computer programmer over the course of his Navy career, and the Mysterons used this to their advantage. What he had just done was program the main reactor to initiate a self-destruct sequence that the Navy had fitted while the ship was being built. Normally this command required authorization from three officers before it would acti vate, but he had bypassed these steps. All Thomas had to do was set the timer built into the program. While the BARRY counted down her own self-destruct, every other nuclear-powered ship in the com- bined fleet would perform the same deadly task while moving into new positions. When they had been properly relocated, all of the fuel contained in each of these vessels would simultaneously deton- ate. The resulting chain reaction would obliterate the entire com- bined task force and every living soul unfortunate enough to be within a thousand miles. For the time being, Thomas' Mysteron work was completed. He had to wait until after the next morning's briefing, when he would know the itinerary for the naval exercise, to set the timer. He had cleverly hidden the program, disguising it as a systems test, and had even made it abort-proof in case anyone should discover it, which was highly unlikely. Thomas got his belongings squared away in his quarters and went about his normal shipboard duties. With such a huge ship, there was a lot of work to be done before the morning briefing. Fleet Admiral Brian O'Hara peered at the model ships on the huge table before him. The ships were arranged in the current con- figuration of the exercise fleet. "So, Captains," he finally said, "you think my ships are in danger?" Captain Blue nodded. "We're almost positive, sir." The World Navy commander-in-chief shifted uneasily. "And just how did Spectrum make this determination?" "Well, Admiral," began Captain Scarlet, "the Mysterons, in their threat, used the word `hope.' When our computers gave us the data on World Navy activity, the name of the exercise--" "Operation World Hope," murmured O'Hara. "Precisely, sir," continued Captain Scarlet. "The size of the exercise only serves to confirm our suspicions." "Saints preserve us." The admiral removed his glasses. Tak- ing a handkerchief from his pocket, he began to polish the glasses thoughtfully. "And what is your theory of their plan of attack?" "It's got to be nuclear, sir," Captain Blue stated. "That many ships could not be destroyed otherwise." Captain Blue paused and looked at the map table. "It would have to be something big, perhaps involving the nuclear warships." "Well," commented Admiral O'Hara, "it's nearly impossible for the atomic fuel on the ships to leak. There are so many safety de- vices built into ships these days that a nuclear accident can't de- velop unnoticed." "Can a ship be destroyed from within, Admiral? I mean, can one man throw a switch and cause a ship to self-destruct? I seem to remember a newspaper article on that subject." "I know what you're talking about, Captain Blue. There was an article just recently about the U.S.S. JOHN BARRY, an aircraft car- rier on her maiden voyage in this task force. The self-destruct command was built into the systems during construction. The other ships have yet to be fitted." "Then, Admiral, the BARRY seems like a likely choice. We'll concentrate on her. I'll need to sit down with an engineer or phy- sicist who is familiar with her power plant." "The best is right here in Washington, Captain. I'll make ar- rangements to have you meet Professor Goldstein this morning." O'Hara picked up the telephone. "With your permission, sir," interrupted Captain Scarlet, "I'd best be leaving. "I'll need to check things out on the BARRY in person." "Of course, Captain. We've already made arrangements for you. My staff car is waiting outside. But I will ask you to do me a personal favor." He pulled an envelope from his briefcase. "Please deliver this letter to Rear Admiral Stankowski personally upon your arrival. I'd rather have it hand-delivered than put it in with the paperwork." "No trouble at all, Admiral." As was British military eti quette, Captain Scarlet did not salute without his headgear, but came to attention, turned and started out of the operations room. "Notify me immediately if you find anything," called Captain Blue after him. "S.I.G., Captain. Likewise." "S.I.G.?" repeated the admiral. "`Spectrum is Green,'" Captain Blue explained. "It means `ev- erything is fine,' sort of like `Roger.'" he thought. The office of Dr. Phillip Goldstein was quite interesting if not large, thought Captain Blue as he waited for the noted physi cist. Art prints and movie posters covered one wall, comic strip drawings on the opposite one. Dr. Goldstein's other hobby apparently was stamp collecting, for many books and magazines on that particular subject were in evidence around the office. Of course, there were reports and books on nuclear physics--several by the professor himself--and models of two nuclear warships, a submarine and an aircraft carrier, as well. Captain Blue noticed the enormous pile of assorted paperwork on Dr. Goldstein's desk and was sure that if he asked for a particular item from that disarray, it would be produced without difficulty. he chuckled to himself, "Sorry about that, Captain," a friendly voice said, but Cap- tain Blue was so deep in thought that it startled him. He spun around, his right hand going to the holster at his hip instinctive- ly, all in one fluid movement. He stopped himself but not before the professor noticed his action. "Whoa, pardner," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I'm not going to slap leather with you." Captain Blue looked at him in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Doc- tor. Reflex action." "I see you've watched some westerns. That's a nice move." The ice broken, Captain Blue gave the professor a broad grin. "Well, I do like Gary Cooper movies." He added, a little apologet ically, "This naval exercise is so big that I'm on edge about it." "If it weren't for all this, Captain," replied Dr. Goldstein, sweeping his hand across the small office in a wide arc, "I'd pro- bably have pulled the trigger if I were in your boots." "I doubt that, Doctor. I think you'd be able to control your actions." "You have a great deal of self-control, considering the diffi- cult job you Spectrum people have. I admire that." "We're very carefully screened for just such an attribute." "Well, anyway," Goldstein said, changing the subject, "I'm sure you're a very busy man, so let's see what questions I can an- swer for you." He gestured to a chair. "Well, Doctor," began Captain Blue, "Spectrum feels that the nuclear ships are involved in the Mysterons' threat to destroy a good part of the World Navy. Specifically, the JOHN BARRY, being the largest and newest and therefore being filled with fuel, would be the most likely starting point. Could an explosion on board the BARRY cause a chain reaction with the other atomic ships?" The professor stroked his gray beard thoughtfully. "It could, but the ships are placed far enough apart in the formation for that reason. There's really no fear of that any more, because the com- puters give warnings if the ships get too close to each other in dangerous situations." He paused, thinking, and then continued, "Perhaps the Mysterons only want to destroy one ship." "No, our opinion is that they're after the whole navy. What if the impossible did occur, and there was such an explosion? Would it wipe out a fleet of this size?" "Not only would it sink all of the ships and annihilate every person on board them, marine life in that area of ocean would cease to exist. I mean fish, shellfish, seaweed, EVERYTHING. And both the air and water would become fatally contaminated." "My God." "I think you get the picture." Captain Blue thought for a moment. "Admiral O'Hara mentioned a self-destruct mechanism on the BARRY. What can you tell me about it?" "The BARRY can be scuttled, if captured by the enemy, with ei- ther a conventional or nuclear explosion. This can be done hours or even days after the crew leaves, by means of a special program in the ship's reactor computer. It's a complicated thing to do; it involves three or four officers. I don't really know that much about it except that it can be set like a time bomb for a certain time and day. This capability was built into the BARRY when her systems were programmed, but I'm pretty sure that no other atomic- powered vessel has been programmed with it yet." "Three or four officers, huh?" "Yes, Captain. Safety precaution." The conversation went on with Captain Blue furiously scrib bling notes. He had some knowledge in physics, but not enough to comprehend the situation fully. It soon became clear to him that if the BARRY was destroyed, she was centrally located in the fleet and could "take out" a lot of the other ships with her. Still, with the Mysterons' penchant for wreaking havoc on a grand scale, he didn't think they would stop there. he thought, Then--"Don't forget to check the battle computer." "What?" Captain Blue looked up from his notepad. The professor sat back, stroking his beard again. "You did say that the BARRY is the flagship of the task force, didn't you?" "Yes, Doctor, that's right." "Are you aware that the entire battle plan would be entered into the flagship's main computer? All the movements of the other ships, aircraft deployments, the whole ball game?" "No, we weren't, but Captain Scarlet is en route to the carri- er right now. He's much better on computers than I am." "I don't know much about them myself except how to catalog my stamp collection," he said with a smile, "but I do know that the reactors are on one system and navigation is on another, and that when the ship is in motion both systems are interconnected." "Captain Scarlet said he'd go over the computer system with the skipper when he's on board ship, probably to see if the battle plan has been altered." "Make sure, Captain Blue, that he checks over the other ships' movements. The BARRY can order them to move as well." Captain Blue sprang from the chair. "Thanks a lot, Dr. Goldstein," he said with a quick handshake. "I have to get back to Admiral O'Hara immediately. You've been a big help." Grabbing his notepad and uniform cap, he half-ran out of the office and down the hall. "But what did I say?" called Dr. Goldstein, his hands in the air. Captain Blue called from the end of the corridor, "If you'll pardon the pun, you solved the theory of the big bang. I just hope you're right." He turned around and went out the door, leaving the physicist standing in front of his office with a puzzled look on his face. On the way back to the Pentagon, Captain Blue attempted to ra- dio Captain Scarlet, but he was too far away by this time. There was another way, however. The frame of his cap visor dropped down before his face and he spoke into the small microphone on the end of the wire. "Captain Blue to Cloudbase." A momentary pause. "Lieutenant Green here, Captain." "Please relay this message to Captain Scarlet. He is out of my radio range. Tell him to check positioning of other nuclear- powered warships in the exercise fleet, confirm and report any po- sition changes. I will wait for acknowledgement." A long pause followed. Captain Blue drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, wondering what was taking so long. As he steered the sleek red Spectrum patrol car around a curve, his epaulets flashed and the mike dropped again. "Well, Lieutenant?" "Heavy radio interference in that area, Captain. Apparently a bad electrical storm. Message not received." "Then relay message to the U.S.S. JOHN BARRY and Captain Scar- let will receive it when he arrives." "I tried that too, sir. That was the reason for my delay. All radio traffic is breaking up in the storm. I'll keep trying." "S.I.G., Lieutenant Green. I am en route to the Pentagon, and after making my report I will fly out to the fleet myself. Try for another hour, and if you still can't get through, I should be with- in maximum radio range by that time." "Understood, Captain Blue. Out." Admiral O'Hara's arrangements called for Captain Scarlet to fly out to the carrier in the normal fashion, that being on a cou- rier aircraft. That was not to be, however, as the one at the na- val air station was grounded for repairs. The only other craft that would make it through the vicious nor'easter between him and the fleet was an all-weather rescue helicopter. It would be a slow, bumpy trip, but it would get him there. During the long and turbulent helicopter ride through the storm, Captain Scarlet became increasingly glad he was a Spectrum jet pilot. Not only were their transports and Angel jets much faster, they afforded one a much smoother flight at a much higher altitude, therefore flying above the largest clouds with ease. He had actually flown the helicopter part of the way to help out the pilot who had become violently ill from the wild ride. He felt sorry for the ensign; he showed promise as a pilot and was flying the machine like a veteran. This was undoubtedly the worst storm Captain Scarlet had ever experienced, and a less competent aviator caught in it might have lost control of the helicopter. The kid was good. "Jeez, Captain, this is embarrassing," said the pilot as he closed another paper bag and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. "I'm really giving the Navy a bad name." His face was very red, more from shame than vomiting, Captain Scarlet figured. "Nonsense. Look at the conditions under which you're flying. I think you're doing a smashing job, better than most Spectrum pi- lots." "Thank you, sir, but I think you're just saying that." "I mean it, Ensign. I don't lie." "I can't help but notice that you're taking this very well." "On the contrary, I may be sick yet if we don't get there soon. How much further?" "We're about fifteen minutes out, Captain. The worst of the storm is behind us according to these weather instruments." The weather did in fact improve as they approached the BARRY. thought Captain Scarlet as he looked out the window. As the pilot guided the helicopter in to land, Captain Scarlet noticed he was getting a headache. It seemed to get worse as they touched down on the deck. Perhaps it was from the nausea, but he often felt the same way whenever danger was near. He had been in the hands of the Mysterons himself--killed in a car crash, then re- created as a Mysteron assassin--but when Captain Blue shot him and he fell 800 feet from the London Car-Vu, somehow the Mysteron spell was broken and he returned to his old self . . . with two excepti- ons. The first was that his recreated body retained the Mysteron power of "retro-metabolism", which meant that no matter how seriously he was injured, he would always recover without a scratch. The second were these headaches, which often indicated the Mysterons' presence. Bidding the ensign farewell, Captain Scarlet stepped out of the helicopter onto the deck. A black officer with commander's in- signia and an older chief petty officer were waiting there and both saluted; the commander then boarded the helicopter and it took off. The petty officer shook hands with Captain Scarlet and intro duced himself. "I'm Chief Petty Officer Burton, Captain Scarlet," he shouted above the rotor noise in a very pronounced Southern drawl. "I've been ordered to get you settled in, to see you around the ship and get you whatever you need." "Ah, my official babysitter," Captain Scarlet remarked. "I suppose I need one on a ship of this size." The chief grinned and motioned toward the island. "Our first stop is the bridge. The captain wanted to see you as soon as you arrived." "I thought Admiral Stankowski was in command, Chief. I have a letter to deliver to him." "Oh, sorry. It is Admiral Stankowski, but the commanding of- ficer of a ship is referred to as the `captain'. I have to remem ber that you're not Navy." "S.I.G.," returned Captain Scarlet with a wry smile. When the chief gave him the confused look he was expecting, he quickly add- ed, "That means `Roger'. Now we're even." The chief laughed. "Have pity on me, Chief," Captain Scarlet warned, "because if you don't, I'll give you some British armed forces lingo." "I can see we'll get along right well, sir." The two men began walking toward the island in the middle of the carrier. Although the BARRY was a huge ship, Captain Scarlet could still feel the flight deck pitching and rolling. She was heading into the storm, and also into the wind at this moment because the last of her short-range aircraft were being retrieved. It had been an unseasonably warm early spring day, but the temperature had dropped rapidly with the wind and a chill rain began to fall. Even with his battery-heated coat, the Spectrum officer shivered in the cold and tried to think of the time that Captain Blue, some of the Angels and he had practiced takeoffs and landings on an aircraft carrier prior to being stationed on Cloudbase. The Spectrum head- quarters was in effect also an aircraft carrier, only hovering in the sky instead of floating on the seas, and the effects of atmo spheric turbulence were similar to those of ocean waves. The training exercise had been in the tropics in perfect weather, and he smiled to himself when he recalled that the other officers had teased them about having taken a paid holiday . . . Suddenly, it began to rain much harder, and the two of them ran the last few yards to the island, with Chief Burton opening the hatch for him. The tropical memories would wait for another time. It was at this time that Captain Scarlet realized his split ting headache had disappeared. Things happened quickly in the first moments on the bridge. Within seconds, Captain Scarlet's soaked overcoat was removed and he was swathed in a blanket. One sailor gave him a towel to dry himself, and another handed him a steaming mug of coffee. Chief Burton in the meantime had removed his foul-weather gear, and Captain Scarlet noted with surprise that the old salt was a small, slight man. Burton was speaking to Admiral Stankowski, who good-naturedly scolded him for "not bringing the good Captain in from the rain." The chief introduced Captain Scarlet, who at- tempted to stand but was so thoroughly wrapped in the blanked that he could hardly move. "Don't get up, Captain," the admiral said quickly, smiling congenially. "My boys seem to be taking good care of you." "Quite, sir. A little too well, actually." He struggled to his feet and rearranged the blanket so that he could move more freely. He then saluted crisply. The admiral did not return the salute casually, as was the privilege of his rank, but snapped to attention and "presented arms" with Naval Academy precision. "It is I who should salute you, Captain Scarlet," he said, "since you are in essence taking command of my ship during this emergency. Your reputation has also preceded you here." "Sir?" "Don't be modest, Captain. We've all seen the news and read the papers. It's said you don't know the meaning of the word `fear'." Captain Scarlet's face reddened and he looked down into his coffee cup. "I know for a fact that Fleet Admiral O'Hara is one of your biggest admirers," Admiral Stankowski continued. "Oh, yes. Admiral O'Hara. I have a note to deliver to you from him." Breathing a sigh of relief, he fished the envelope from his vest pocket. Hopefully, that would change the subject. Cap- tain Scarlet always was embarrassed when it came to receiving med- als, awards or recognition of any kind, which was often. It was true that he did things that not too many would even consider do- ing, but it was of course thanks to the new life he had received from the Mysterons. One good thing about being a Spectrum agent was that he was usually too busy to attend medal presentations. Just then a sailor handed Captain Scarlet a radio message. "This just came for you, sir. From your headquarters." Captain Scarlet quickly scanned the sheet. "Admiral," he said, "Captain Blue may have found something. I'll need a printout of the complete plans for the exercises from the battle computer." "That will take a long time, Captain." Captain Scarlet nodded. "It must include all orders for ship movements issued recently. If any unauthorized position changes have been ordered, or if anything at all unusual turns up, let me know right away." "Yes, Captain. I'll get my men right on it. In the meantime, Chief Burton will show you to your quarters. You might as well get a chance to get cleaned up while that is printing. If we still have time, I hope you'll accept an invitation to have a quick din- ner with me." "It'd be an honor, Admiral." Captain Scarlet saluted again and strode out the hatch behind Chief Burton. Chief Petty Officer Terence M. Burton had been in the U.S. Na- vy just short of thirty years. During that time, he had accumulat- ed the Navy Cross twice, a number of campaign ribbons, a few tat- toos, and more stories about Navy life both on board ship and in port than would fit into a book. He was a scrappy little fellow, a "redneck" from the South who once had hair the same color. He was one who was not afraid to speak his mind, and this often got him into trouble with the Navy, with its strict adherence to chain of command, early in his career. Later on, however, he grew to be respected for his candor and common sense suggestions. Although the "brass" refused to make him an officer, many officers afforded him the same courtesy as they did their peers. Consequently, over time he began to understand their way of thinking and could tell when something was amiss. This was exactly what Burton noticed in Admiral William Stan- kowski after he returned from escorting Captain Scarlet to his quarters. He saw the admiral sitting at the map table poring over two sheets of paper, looking very troubled. "Is anything wrong, Admiral?" he asked. "I just can't believe it," Stankowski murmured. "What is it, sir?" The admiral looked up. "I just opened that letter from Admir- al O'Hara. It was a letter of condolence. One of our officers is dead. One of the Navy's best. I knew him from way back." "Who, sir?" "I think you might know him, Chief. Our chief engineer, Com- mander Robert Thomas." Burton's jaw dropped. "But--" "Quite a shock, isn't it? Such a great man, Chief; even saved my butt once. He had a wonderful family too. It's a real shame." "There must be some mistake, Admiral--" "No mistake, Chief. I have the confirmation right here from Norfolk." He handed Burton a printout. "He was killed in a car wreck about five miles off base. The body was positively identi fied." "But--" Burton tried to interrupt again. "Probably driving that damn Corvette too fast again. And I have to be the one to break it to his wife--" "Admiral, listen to me!" Burton shouted. "I've been trying to tell you that I just saw Commander Thomas leave on that chopper that brought Captain Scarlet!" Stankowski sat up with a start. "Are you sure, Terry? I mean, with the storm and all--" "I'm positive, Admiral. I was talking sports with him right before he left." "You'd better get Captain Scarlet. He wanted to know if we found anything unusual. This certainly falls under that category." "Yes, sir." Captain Scarlet stood before the mirror and spread shaving cream on his face slowly. he thought. A shower on a naval ship, even in this modern age, left a lot to be desired. One still had to use the water supply spar- ingly, so long, soothing hot showers were out of the question. He stopped and looked at himself. Captain Scarlet's muscles rippled on his hairless chest as he picked up the razor and shaved absent-mindedly. His body was lean and well-muscled. He took pride in staying in shape and made it a point to exercise in some form daily. With duty watches and varia- tions in sleeping and eating habits, not to mention jet lag, one had to be very careful. However, Captain Scarlet was thinking more about the mission than his physical condition. He still wasn't completely positive that the Mysterons intended to use the BARRY for carrying out their threat. The message relayed from Captain Blue was a big help, but they had no black and white proof yet, such as who or what had been Mysteronized. The Mysterons wouldn't wait forever, so the pieces had better fall into place soon. It was then that he heard the knock on the door. "Captain?" Burton's voice called from the other side. "Yes, Chief?" "Admiral Stankowski wants you on the bridge right away. He thinks we've found something." "O.K., on my way." He toweled off the remaining lather and threw on his clothes, fastening them as he went. "I don't understand, Captain. Are you trying to tell me that Bob Thomas is a traitor?" "Not at all, Admiral." Captain Scarlet scratched at the stub- ble on the unshaven portion of his face. "Your friend was killed in the crash. He's dead." "Then why do Captain Hawkins and Chief Burton each insist that they spoke to him on separate occasions if he's not alive? I'm sure that both of them weren't seeing things." "The Commander Thomas they spoke to is an impostor. He is a Mysteron copy. The Mysterons killed the `real' Commander Thomas with an accident, and then they recreated an exact clone of him to do their bidding. Our experience has shown that this clone will walk, talk, and behave just like the original person except that it follows the Mysterons' instructions." "Is there any way we can tell if he is a Mysteron? A physical examination or scientific analysis, perhaps?" "Well--no." Captain Scarlet hesitated slightly. He had al- most said "x-rays," because x-raying a Mysteron operative would produce a regular photograph as opposed to normal humans' skeletal pictures. However, since his own Mysteron episode, Captain Scar- let's x-rays had yielded the same results. He thought better of bringing up the idea because there would be too much explaining to do. "What should we do then, Captain?" "Well, we'll just have to keep searching what we have." "I'll have the Marines search Thomas' quarters." "He'll be on to us if he finds the Marines in there, Admiral. There'll be even bigger trouble." "Don't worry about that, Captain," Chief Burton chimed in. "He's off the ship." Captain Scarlet looked over at him. "What?" "He left on that chopper that brought you, sir. That's when I ran into him." Captain Scarlet remembered the headache and that it had disap- peared only after the helicopter took off. "Did he say why he was leaving?" "Just to pick up some computer equipment from the mainland, sir. He said he'd be back first thing tomorrow." "Computers?" Captain Scarlet's eyes widened. "Yes, sir," continued the chief. "Commander Thomas is a whiz with them. He's created a lot of the Navy's engineering software, and also a lot of the new programs for the ship all by himself. Stuff like the new damage control system, the self-destruct mode--" "Uh-oh," muttered Captain Hawkins. He checked the status of the self-destruct sequence, and the look he gave Admiral Stankowski said it all. "When, T.J.?" the admiral asked, not at all sure he wanted to hear the answer. "0600, Admiral." "Damn." Captain Scarlet looked at the screen. "Try to disable it and see what you get." Hawkins tapped the keys. "Nothing at all, Captain." "That means this is going to be a rough one. Get me the best programmer you have on the ship. I want a complete diagnostic check, and fast!" There was no need to give Chief Burton the or- der; he was on the telephone before Captain Scarlet had finished the sentence. "Admiral," Captain Scarlet continued, "I recommend that you give the order to abandon ship. We don't want to risk lives unne- cessarily." "Right, Captain, but you'll need some of my people, at least to disable the computers." "If Commander Thomas knows how to design programs, he probably has put in some safety so that we either won't find the program or that we won't be able to abort it. We may have to blow up the ship to stop it." "Scuttle her?" Captain Scarlet nodded. "Sorry, Admiral." "You're the boss, Captain. I'll get you two groups of volun teers." He nodded to the executive officer, who proceeded to broadcast the message. A sailor brought over a thick pile of computer paper and set it on the table. Admiral Stankowski and Captain Scarlet began to look through it. After a few pages, the admiral stopped and stared. "Oh, my God." Stankowski pointed to the list of ships which had been ordered by the BARRY to change course. "All these ships are atomic," he said slowly, running his finger down the column. "The letter `N' in their pennant number stands for `nuclear'." "That's bad," Captain Scarlet murmured. Stankowski turned to the executive officer. "T.J., display both old and new ships' positions for me, will you please?" Seconds later, the map table showed how the nuclear vessels had moved according to the BARRY's orders. "They're all heading this way!" exclaimed Chief Burton. "What does that mean?" "They're closing the distance so that when this ship blows up, it will set them all off," explained Captain Scarlet. Burton whistled. "And right now, there isn't a damn thing we can do about it," added Stankowski. Some time later, Captain Scarlet's cap-microphone lowered and he heard Captain Blue's New England-accented voice. "I am now on the bridge of the U.S.S. ISAAC HULL. What's the latest?" "Mysteron agent has been identified as chief engineer of U.S.S. JOHN BARRY. The carrier has been programmed to self-de struct at approximately 0600 hours." "That doesn't give us much time." There was a short pause. "Captain Scarlet, Commodore Cox has just now informed me that the HULL has automatically changed course, based on headings transmit ted by the flagship's battle computer, and is now headed on a col- lision course with the BARRY." Chief Burton pointed to another aircraft carrier on the table, the closest nuclear ship to their own. "S.I.G., Captain Blue," Captain Scarlet replied. "This is part of the program that the Mysteron agent entered. All nuclear- powered ships are following similar instructions." Now Captain Blue's voice changed. His colleague noticed that it became more excited, more worried. "Is there any way you can stop the self-destruct sequence, Captain Scarlet?" "We are attempting to shut down the main computer system at this time. If that doesn't work, the alternative is to set conven tional demolition charges and sink the ship. Admiral Stankowski has already given the order to abandon ship. Only a data-process ing team and a demolition team, plus the admiral, my aide and my- self, are still aboard." "S.I.G. Please advise if you need further assistance." "Will do. Out." Captain Scarlet turned to the leader of the computer team, a tall red-haired youth with thick glasses. "Any new developments?" "It's no good, Captain," replied the sailor as the screen flashed another error message. "After we found the actual program, it's been all uphill. These codes just can't be broken. I've tried every trick in the book, plus a couple that aren't in it, and nothing works." He pointed to the command he just entered. "This is our last chance. After that, there's a complete overhaul, but there's no way that we have enough time for that." "Quite." The same message flashed again. "Sorry, Captain." "Don't worry about it, sailor," said Captain Scarlet, putting his hand on the youth's shoulder. "After all, this program was de- vised by a non-human being. I'm sure you did all you could." "Johnson did more than anyone else would have, Captain," in- terjected the admiral. "He's the second-best programmer in the Na- vy." "The best being Thomas, I take it." Stankowski nodded, then turned to the young programmer. "Your team can leave now, Johnson, or stay behind and help set the charg- es. I won't force you to stay." "We've already discussed it, skipper," replied Johnson. "We're here for the duration." "Thank you, gentlemen. We can use all the help we can get. See what the chief wants you to do." Johnson nodded, then gestured for his team to follow him off the bridge. "That's what I call loyalty, Admiral," commented Captain Scar- let after they had left. "Let me put it this way, Captain. Would you rather be busy on the ship or in the rear area chewing on your fingernails?" "I think you know my answer by now, sir." "Exactly." Captain Scarlet glanced at his watch. "Well, Admiral, I guess there's only one thing left to do. We'd best get cracking. The question is, will we have enough time?" "We'll have enough time, Captain. I just hope it works." It took several hours to set the explosives in strategic plac- es around the ship, but the job went smoothly. By the time the last charge was placed, some of the men were ready to fall asleep standing up. It had been a long night. As the first suggestion of daylight came creeping over the horizon, the men were dismissed and told to board the lifeboats. They waited while Admiral Stankowski and Chief Burton stood on the flight deck with Captain Scarlet. The sailors could not hear the conversation, but they could tell that the skipper was arguing with the Spectrum officer. "I'm not leaving, Captain Scarlet," Stankowski insisted. "Haven't you ever heard of the captain going down with his ship?" "Yes, and I think it's a ruddy waste, if you'll pardon me," Captain Scarlet replied in his typical down-to-earth fashion. "Be- sides, it rarely happens nowadays." "Still, I'd like to be the one to throw the switch." "I understand your feelings, Admiral, but that's out of the question. It has to be a very short fuse in case Commander Thomas should return in time. I'll just be able to make it to the helicopter on the flight deck." "Helicopter?" exclaimed Burton. "A fighter's much faster." "I know, but someone would have to work the catapult, wouldn't they, Chief?" Captain Scarlet pointed out. "I'll stay and work it, Captain--" Stankowski interrupted, "Don't be a fool, Terry. If I'm not staying, I won't allow you to commit suicide. I've already got one letter to write." Captain Scarlet added, "I appreciate the offer, Chief, but the helicopter will probably be more controllable. It'll suffice." "I think you're cutting it too close, Captain," Stankowski stated. "Aren't you afraid of getting killed?" Captain Scarlet turned and looked the admiral right in the eye. "If I were, sir, I'd never have joined Spectrum." He moti- oned toward the boats full of sailors, now becoming restless. "Now please, sir. Go with the chief and the rest of the men. I'll be along presently." Admiral Stankowski sighed heavily and held out his hand. "Very well, Captain, you win. Good luck, and I'll see you on the HULL in a short time." Chief Burton stepped forward and shook hands as well. "If this works, Captain," he said, clapping him on the back, "I'll buy you a drink back on the mainland." "What do you mean, if?" retorted Stankowski. The chief blanched at his slip of the tongue. Captain Scarlet smiled and replied, "I'll accept the offer, Chief, when I'm off duty. Now shove off, the lot of you." "Aye-aye, Captain," said the Admiral, and both Navy men salut- ed. As if on a hidden signal, all the sailors did the same. Captain Scarlet returned their salutes and walked across the flight deck. Two boats sped away from the carrier--the admiral's personal launch, which held him and most of the emergency crew, and a small- er boat holding Chief Burton and the rest of the sailors. The small boat was much faster than the launch and shot ahead. About halfway between the BARRY and the HULL, they saw another boat of the same size with one occupant sailing back toward their ship. The other men paid no attention, but Burton wondered what idiot was going back into the "danger zone" and looked back. His eyes widened as he did. "Turn her about," he snapped. "What? Why?" The helmsman just stared at him. "I said come about!" Burton shoved the sailor aside and steered the vessel into a tight 180-degree turn, nearly capsizing the tiny boat in her own wake. He pushed the throttle to full speed. "Chief, what the Hell's got into you?" asked the sailor he had nearly thrown overboard. "We have to go back to the carrier!" he shouted over the mo- tor. "When I get out, you take off like a bat!" "Why? She's gonna blow any minute!" "That was Commander Thomas on that boat. If somebody doesn't stop him, Captain Scarlet is dead and so is the rest of the fleet!" Captain Scarlet had instructed the demolition crew to hook up the detonator close to the outside hatch. When he set the charge, all he had to do was make a 50-yard dash to the helicopter sitting on the flight deck. He climbed into the cockpit of the helicopter and started the engine. he thought; then, all he'd have to do would be to start the rotor and hit the controls. He went back inside to connect a few wires to the detonator and set the fuse. Then his head began to bother him again. he thought, surmising that Thomas had returned to the ship to at- tend to unfinished business. Captain Scarlet reached down to his holster and released the safety catch on his pistol. He connected the last wire, set the timer and was about to start it when he heard footsteps outside of the hatch. He started to pull the gun from the holster but only got it out halfway, for at that instant the Mysteronized Commander Thomas kicked the hatch open and shot Captain Scarlet in the chest at point-blank range. The bullet hit Captain Scarlet in the left side a mere fracti- on of an inch from his heart. The shot dropped him to the deck and he lay there bleeding profusely, the blood dark compared to the vivid red of his Spectrum uniform vest. His gun clattered to the deck and he struggled to reach it as Thomas crossed the room toward the detonator. Thomas saw Captain Scarlet's movements and aimed the gun at his head. Just then, a bullet cracked against the bulkhead inches away from Thomas, spoiling his aim so that his shot hit Captain Scarlet in the left shoulder. Chief Burton had made it, but seconds too late. Thomas spun around at the gunshot and fired at Burton, hitting him in the leg. The interruption gave Captain Scarlet the opportunity to get his own gun. He dropped Thomas with the first shot, even in his weakened condition. The effort was too much for him and he col lapsed on the deck. The old chief limped toward Captain Scarlet and helped him to a sitting position gingerly, gritting his teeth against his own se- vere pain. The captain was weak from loss of blood but surprisingly was still coherent. "Where in blazes did you come from, Chief?" "I saw him coming, sir. I knew you'd need help." "I've set the timer. Start it and go yourself; I can't make it." "You can make it, Captain. We'll just help each other out. Remember, you're driving." He assisted the captain to his feet and helped him to the console. Captain Scarlet hit the "start" button. "Right. Let's go." They hobbled out to the helicopter. Burton helped Captain Scarlet into the cockpit and then got himself in, buckling the safety harnesses while the captain took off. Captain Scarlet shoved the throttle to maximum and pounded it with his fist to get even more speed. They were barely out of range when the charges went off. A conventional explosion; the rest of the fleet was safe! Burton let out a loud whoop of triumph. "We did it, Captain! And no one was killed!" Then the shock wave of the explosion hit, slamming into the helicopter. They were thrown about violently, the helicopter threatening to turn upside down as pieces of debris flew about and battered the craft incessantly. "Let's get to the HULL first," Captain Scarlet murmured. Captain Blue stood at the railing outside the bridge of the carrier ISAAC HULL with Commodore James Cox, the ship's captain. He was not so much interested in the commodore's conversation as he was worried about his best friend. Was Captain Scarlet able to stop the self-destruct program? If not, would his plan of scuttl- ing the ship conventionally work? And, if that did indeed work, would he make it off the ship in time? It was true that Captain Scarlet could recover from fatal injuries, but no one knew if the same would happen if his body were not recovered intact. That was one question Captain Blue did not want to ponder. he thought to himself . . . "Captain Blue, I don't think you heard a word I said." The commodore was staring at him. Captain Blue turned away in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, sir. I--" "No need for that, son," said Commodore Cox. He was a stern- looking officer of about 55, with silver-gray hair and brown eyes. He turned those eyes to the horizon and Captain Blue noticed the crows'-feet. The commodore had heavy ones, carved by years of searching the skies for planes and pilots that didn't always come back. "I was saying that it was too bad that we had to lose the BARRY." "Yes, Commodore, it is. But if everything goes according to plan and the ship is destroyed, the fleet will be safe. The missi- on will be a success." "It won't be a complete success until our men come back un- harmed, Captain. Destroying an atomic ship is a tricky matter." A sailor appeared, came to attention and handed Cox a message. "Reconnaissance reports that the carrier BARRY is going down, Com- modore. Conventional explosion broke her back. At about the same time, our navigation computer stopped receiving course change in- structions." "Good, good. Any sign of the demolition party?" "Admiral Stankowski's launch just came aside, sir. The other boat's just behind." "And the helicopter?" "Nothing yet, sir. Still out of range." Captain Blue frowned and looked at his watch. Captain Scarlet was overdue. The helicopter should have appeared on the radar by now. Something must have happened. He looked down at the deck. The commodore apparently shared his thoughts. "Sometimes, Captain, especially in bad weather areas like we just went through, long-range radar suffers from interference. If your friend is down close to the water, we may not spot him until he is a little clos- er." Captain Blue nodded, barely hearing. Captain Scarlet had been in many of these situations before, but this time it felt differ ent. Something was definitely wrong. He tried the RadioCap but all he got was static; he quickly reminded himself, however, that Captain Scarlet might not have the cap. All he could do was wait. "Admiral on the bridge!" someone shouted, and everyone jumped to attention. Admiral Stankowski nodded at them to carry on and approached Captain Blue who saluted. The admiral returned it and shook hands. "I suppose congratulations are in order, Captain," he said. "You Spectrum people are very efficient." "Thanks, Admiral," Captain Blue replied. "Sorry about your ship." "Oh, the taxpayers'll buy me another," he said jokingly. "I have to hand it to your Captain Scarlet. He was the one who fig- ured out the whole thing. I hate to think of what would have hap- pened if we hadn't identified Thomas as the Mysteron." "Bob Thomas?" repeated Cox in disbelief. "Yes, Jim, I'm afraid the Mysterons killed Thomas and duplicated him. Then my chief--" He stopped and turned to the sailor from the BARRY who had accompanied him as his aide. "Where's Burton? I thought he was on the second boat." "He was, skipper, but we turned around and let him off back at the ship." "Why? Your orders were--" "But Admiral," the sailor interrupted, "Chief Burton saw Com- mander Thomas heading for the ship!" "Thomas?" Stankowski, Cox, and Captain Blue said in unison. "Yes, sir. Chief Burton said he had to stop him." Stankowski slowly shook his head. he thought. "Well, let's hope both of them make it back," he said. "Amen," agreed Captain Blue. Captain Scarlet was rapidly losing control of the battered he- licopter. In addition to his own deteriorating physical condition, the shock wave had apparently damaged the control cables. He could not hold the helicopter on a steady course for more than a few sec- onds. They were also very close to the surface, even grazing the wave tops from time to time. The ISAAC HULL finally appeared on the horizon and swelled in size. "It's no good, Captain," said Chief Burton excitedly. With Captain Scarlet rapidly weakening, he had learned quickly how to fly the helicopter, although he had never sat in the cockpit of one before. "We can't hold her up any longer. We'll have to ditch." "We'll try to get closer, Chief. If we bail out now, we'll die of hypothermia before a lifeboat gets here. Raise the HULL and tell the captain we need assistance." Burton attempted, but there was no response. "The radio's dead too, Captain." Soon they were less than a mile from the carrier, and the he- licopter was nearly impossible to handle. "Well," sighed the old chief, "there's no other choice. Undo your seat belts and I'll help you out." He opened the side door. Captain Scarlet struggled frantically to get out of the har- ness. The release was stuck, jammed. The concussion of the shock wave had smashed some piece of equipment into it. Burton released his own belts and tried to extricate him, but his efforts were fu- tile. "I can't get out, Chief," Captain Scarlet said weakly. "Just save yourself and I'll try to make the deck." "No, sir," said Burton emphatically. "If you go, I'm going with you." He reached for his belt to strap himself back into the seat. Captain Scarlet hauled the control stick over so that the he- licopter tipped, spilling Chief Burton out the open door and into the ocean. "Sorry about that, Chief," he said behind him. "You'll have a better chance this way, and so will I. Lighter weight means more altitude." The HULL's radar picked up the helicopter, much to Captain Blue's relief, a good distance away. It was a very erratic signal, which meant that the helicopter was maintaining an extremely low altitude. Soon it would come over the horizon, and Captain Blue, Admiral Stankowski and Commodore Cox watched carefully from the bridge. "There he is!" cried Captain Blue, peering through high-pow- ered binoculars. His enthusiasm quickly ebbed when he took a clos- er look at the machine. It was very badly damaged, with a tail section obviously bent out of shape even at this distance. "Oh, my God," gasped Cox. "How the Hell is he keeping that thing in the air?" "I told you, the man is incredible," said Stankowski. Then, to a junior officer, "Get on the horn to that chopper. Tell Cap- tain Scarlet to bail out into the drink and we'll pick him up." "Sorry, Admiral," replied the lieutenant after several tries, "but we get no response. His radio must be dead." "Send out a lifeboat so he will get the idea." "Aye, sir." "Let's hope we can get to him in time." "Them, Admiral." Captain Blue squinted through the powerful lenses again. "There are two people aboard the helicopter. Looks like your chief made it also." "Thank God." Suddenly the helicopter lurched and heaved over onto its side. The three officers saw a body fall into the water and come to the surface. A lifeboat picked up the swimmer within seconds. "One down, one to go," said Commodore Cox. "But why isn't the other one jumping? That chopper could splash any minute!" Stankowski was on the telephone and held up his hand at Cox's comment. "Thanks," he said into the phone and hung up. He turned to the other two. "They just picked up Burton. He says that Cap- tain Scarlet is badly wounded and can't release his safety belts." Captain Blue just stared at him. "He can't put down in the water because the chopper's full of holes and it will sink like a rock," the admiral continued. "He's going to try and land on the deck." "He'll never make it!" exclaimed Cox. "Jim, it's the only way," Stankowski told him. "Clear the flight deck except for crash personnel. That helicopter could go in any direction." Cox nodded to the flight deck officer and alarms sounded. "Is there anything I can do, sir?" asked Captain Blue. "No, Captain, I won't have you on deck. I'm not going to lose both of you. You'll just have to watch from here, I'm afraid." Captain Blue felt helpless just standing there, but he dared not disobey the admiral's order. His hands gripped the railing so tightly that his knuckles were white. The helicopter, now almost totally out of control, approached the carrier, weaving back and forth and very low, and Captain Blue couldn't help but think of those old World War II newsreels of the kamikaze planes dodging anti-aircraft fire while on their attack runs. Now Captain Blue could see that the helicopter was definite- ly coming in too low. "Pull up, Paul; come on, pull up!" he found himself shouting. Many of the sailors from both the HULL and the BARRY were watching also, some doing the same, a few shaking their fists. Almost as if Captain Scarlet had heard them, the stricken he- licopter rose within seconds of impact. Captain Blue watched in horror as the edge of the deck sheared off the struts and the heli- copter landed belly-up like a disabled airplane. It skidded crazi- ly along the deck, seemingly in slow motion, screeching horribly and throwing off a huge trail of sparks. The mangled hulk tore ef- fortlessly through the emergency net and finally came to a stop af- ter slamming into a blast deflector, a shield raised behind launch ing aircraft, and bursting into flames. The emergency crew, howev- er, was there at once, dousing the fire and wrenching open the cockpit. Captain Blue took off at a gallop for the stairs leading to the flight deck. A half-dozen steps from the deck, a fireman in a metallic suit stopped him. "He's alive, Captain, just barely. I don't know if he's going to pull through, because he's badly burned--" Not waiting for the fireman to finish, Captain Blue vaulted over the railing to the deck. He sprinted to the wreckage, where Captain Scarlet was being placed gently on a stretcher. Luckily for him, he was unconscious. What was left of his uniform vest was soaked with blood. He was indeed severely burned, and Captain Blue turned away at the horrible sight. "We had to cut the belts to get him out, sir," said one of the medics. "He did the right thing by heading for the ship; he would have drowned trying to release his harness. Then again, maybe it would have been better for him; you know, his suffering would have been over fast." "Thanks. Take good care of him, fellows," said Captain Blue softly. Chief Burton put down the magazine and reached automatically to scratch his right leg. The plaster wasn't even dry and already the dadburn thing was beginning to itch. he cursed to himself. It was strange that he didn't even know the leg was broken until the ship's doctor x-rayed it. Now they had him in traction, his leg supported in mid-air by pulleys and ropes, reminding him of a place-kicker. The pain was awful. Fortunately, he was assured that he'd be in this position only a short time. Oh, well, he thought, as the Navy saying goes, "A sailor isn't happy unless he's griping." If that were the case, Burton was in heaven. He picked up the magazine again and tried to concentrate on the article he had been reading. Even with his broken leg, Burton realized that this was only a scratch compared to what had happened to Captain Scarlet. He hadn't seen the crash, but they had all heard the terrible sound of the impact and the chopper sliding across the deck. The pharma- cist's mate who wrapped his leg had described it to him, and it was unbelievable that the captain survived the crash at all. Scuttle butt had it that he was in a deep coma and would probably die. If not, he'd definitely be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. he mused, A familiar voice asked, "When do I get to sign the cast, Chief?" Burton looked up and smiled at Admiral Stankowski. "As soon as it's dry, sir, you'll be the first." "Actually, I just stopped in to see how you were getting along before I left." "You're leaving, sir?" "Yes, I have to turn in my report and the ship's logs. Since I don't have a ship any more, there's no reason for me to stay." "No, Admiral, just that I figured the report and logs would go back Stateside by courier." "You could say I'm the courier. Admiral O'Hara requested that I deliver them to him myself for some unknown reason." "Makes you feel like a fish out of water, I reckon, losing your ship like that." "That it does, Chief," Stankowski nodded sadly. "But at least we have the satisfaction of knowing that the old lady--belay that, young lady--died with her boots on." "Will you keep me in mind when you get your next command?" "You don't even have to ask. I'm sure the topic will come up with O'Hara. He already mentioned putting you in for a medal." Burton looked at him. "You're a hero, Terry," Stankowski continued. "If it weren't for you, this whole fleet would be history. I still don't under stand why you went back." "I don't know why either, Admiral. I just reacted." He paused, then added, "Don't forget Captain Scarlet when you talk to Admiral O'Hara, sir. He figured it all out. It's too bad I could- n't do more for him." "Don't worry about it. You did everything you could. It's difficult to believe he survived that landing." "How is he? Does he have any chance?" "Dr. Katz's preliminary report was not promising. But he nev- er got to make another one. Captain Scarlet was taken off the ship ten or fifteen minutes ago, by Captain Blue's orders." "What?" Burton sat up, forgetting about the leg in traction. He grunted in pain, flopping back onto the bed. Cursing under his breath, he grabbed the aching thigh. "You mean you let him travel? In that condition?" he said through clenched teeth. "I'm not the skipper here, remember? Besides, the commodore had no choice. Captain Blue commandeered a helicopter. He said that `Spectrum takes care of its own,' that he was taking Captain Scarlet back to their headquarters." "Doesn't sound too neighborly." "On the contrary, Chief. Captain Blue was extremely polite the whole time. He explained that Spectrum headquarters is equipped with an excellent medical facility and one of the best doctors available. Captain Scarlet apparently has an unusual medi- cal condition that they are used to handling. The flight surgeon is going with them, per my orders." "Didn't Captain Blue know Captain Scarlet was dying?" "I'm sure he did. But what can I say, Terry? When Spectrum is involved, what they say goes." Burton sighed. "Anyway, Admiral, Captain Scarlet is the one who should get a medal more than me, even if it's posthumous." "I agree that he should be recognized, but he's not an Ameri can and not in the World Navy. I don't know what I can do." "Why don't you mention that technicality to Admiral O'Hara? Those Pentagon guys have friends in the World Congress. Imagine how the folks back home would react if the whole plot went as the Mysterons had planned it." "Good idea, Chief. It would definitely be unfair if the only thing keeping us from awarding Captain Scarlet a decoration is his nationality." Stankowski stood up. "Well, I've got to go. I told the pilot to be ready in a few minutes. Take care of yourself, Terry." He patted him on the shoulder. "Have a good flight, Admiral." As he waited for the door to open, Chief Burton stood and smoothed his dress uniform. For the tenth time, he checked his ap- pearance. From his white hat to the tips of his shoes, everything looked perfect. Every uniform crease was razor-sharp, every piece of brass mirror-polished. Also for the tenth time, he approved his appearance and wished they would tell him what was going on. He stroked the Congressional Medal of Honor hanging at his throat, the five-pointed star sparkling in the early morning sun. He had grown to like the medal over the past couple of months, af- ter first being embarrassed at accepting it. With the United States' highest honor came also a degree of respect and awe unlike anything else. He noticed, just as someone had told him, that ev- eryone knowing the significance of this pointed piece of bronze ac- ted differently around him. There was really no concrete way to describe it; all he knew was that he liked it. Perhaps what made him feel best was a rather small thing. Burton had been clumping along, still with his cast and crutches, down Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington right after receiving the Medal of Honor from the President. Strolling the other way was a very old man, and he had noticed that the man was staring at him. He looked up at Burton with a tear running down his cheek, with that admiring look that the old salt had seen many times since. The old gent then snapped a salute at Burton that startled him, and without saying a word, continued on his way. That small gesture affected Burton more than all the pageantry that preceded or followed it. It had been three months since the BARRY had been sent to the bottom of the Atlantic. Burton was finally out of the cast, but he was advised to use a cane for at least a few more weeks until he got the strength back in his leg. He leaned on the cane now as he thought of what had transpired in these months. He had testified at several boards of inquiry, always a frustrating and tedious af- fair. Although he wasn't told why he had been brought to Spectrum headquarters, he assumed it was for yet more questions. Hopefully this would be the last time he would have to rehash the whole sto- ry. But, he reminded himself, he must ask what became of Captain Scarlet. He assumed that the captain had not survived. Perhaps, once he retired from the Navy, he would pay his survivors a visit. He owed at least that much to him. The door opened and a young black man in a green and black uniform greeted him. "Welcome to Cloudbase, Chief Burton. It's an honor to have you here." Burton noted, as usual, that gleaming Me- dal-of-Honor look in the man's eyes. "Thank you, er--Captain?" Burton responded, not quite knowing how to address the young man, for he remembered that Spectrum uni- forms had no rank insignia. "I'm Lieutenant Green, Chief, but thank you for the promo tion," he said with a lilting West Indies accent, smiling. "Colo nel White will see you now." He motioned through the doorway. Burton entered the control room behind the lieutenant. A short passageway led to the commander's console. The right side of the passageway was lined with every piece of up-to-date electronic equipment imaginable. The left side was a wall of windows with a view of the clouds--hence the name of the base--and the Earth be- low. Burton strode confidently toward the console, using the cane lightly. Lieutenant Green introduced the chief to Colonel White, then sat in a chair before the computers. A moving floor positioned the chair at the controls he needed. Colonel White was a distinguished-looking man, a few years older than Burton, with snow-white hair. He reminded the chief of the captain of a ship, which one could say he was based on the con- figuration of the Spectrum base. The colonel pressed a button on his desk and a stool rose from the floor. "Please have a seat, Chief Burton. You must be weary after your journey to our base," the colonel said in a refined Eng- lish accent. Burton sat down with a sigh. Colonel White then nodded to the tall blond-haired man seated next to Burton and continued, "May I introduce Captain Blue. He was Captain Scarlet's partner during the Mysteron attack on your ship." Burton and Captain Blue exchanged greetings. thought Burton. Like all the other Spec- trum officers, Captain Blue wore a vest and high boots, in the col- or of his code name, over a black shirt and trousers. He appeared to be a tough-looking officer, yet very intelligent. he mused, except that the latter had somewhat softer, more youthful features. "It is my great pleasure, Chief," said Colonel White, "to wel- come you officially to Spectrum headquarters. We thought a man willing to risk his own life for one of our officers should be per- mitted to visit our secret base." The colonel went on to describe the capabilities of Cloudbase--that it hovered in mid-air at a high altitude in classified locations and was currently 40,000 feet over the North Atlantic, that it could change position at any time and could reach any part of the world in a day or less, and so on. All of this information was interesting to Chief Burton, but it could not possibly be the reason he was summoned to Cloudbase in his dress uniform. This seemed more like a social call. He sat and listened patiently, but soon he got his answer. "I'm sure you're wondering by now why you are here, Chief," Colonel White said. Burton sat a little straighter. "The thought did cross my mind, Colonel. I was expecting another hearing, a board of in quiry." "Not at all, my good man. As commanding officer of the Spec- trum organization, I wish to extend my sincerest gratitude to you for your brave acts of three months ago. I have met with Admirals O'Hara and Stankowski and some of your shipmates aboard the JOHN BARRY, as well as medical personnel from the ISAAC HULL, and my de- cision is to change Spectrum policy. Normally our highest decoration, the Spectrum Cross, is only awarded to our own members. Today, however, I have made an amendment to that, and it is with pride that Spectrum gives this award to Chief Petty Officer Terence M. Burton, United States Navy." Colonel White, Captain Blue, and Lieutenant Green all rose, and Burton followed suit. The colonel produced a black velvet box with the Spectrum in- signia on the lid from a compartment in the desk. Smiling, he opened the box but was startled. The box was empty. "Captain Blue, is this some sort of joke?" the colonel snapped. "Oh, I'm sorry, sir." Captain Blue blushed. "We forgot to tell you." "`We'? Who's `we'?" "The lieutenant and I decided to make a slight change." Cap- tain Blue grinned broadly. "We felt that there was a more quali fied person to pin it on." Colonel White gave Captain Blue a stern look. "This had bet- ter be good, Captain." Captain Blue turned to the colonel's aide. "Is everything ready, Lieutenant Green?" "S.I.G., Captain." "Go ahead, then." The lieutenant moved his chair to the other end of his console and pressed a button. The door on the side of the control room opened, and Captain Scarlet strode through the door and stood in front of the old chief. Burton rubbed his eyes. Surely he was seeing things. The captain was in perfect health! "What the . . . ?" Burton began. "I was very lucky, Chief," interrupted Captain Scarlet. "I'll say! The last time I heard, you were dying!" "Well, thanks to medical science, I made it." Captain Scarlet added to himself. "I couldn't believe you survived that landing. From what I heard, you didn't have any room to spare. Another inch lower and I hate to think of what would have happened." "Now you know why I dumped you out of the helicopter. Not carrying your weight gave me those few inches I needed. I knew I had to reach the ship for any chance of survival, and I also saw the lifeboat which was waiting to pick you up." "I guess I owe you my life, Captain." Captain Scarlet smiled. "I'll settle for that drink you pro- mised me a while ago, Chief." Colonel White cleared his throat. " . . . when I'm off-duty, of course," Captain Scarlet added quickly. Colonel White nodded. Captain Scarlet turned to Lieutenant Green, who took out an- other black velvet box from its concealment and handed it to him. He opened the box and took out the medal. "The Spectrum Cross is hereby awarded to Chief Petty Officer Terence M. Burton, United States Navy, for bravery well above and beyond the call of duty during the recent World Navy combined exercise `Operation World Hope'. Congratulations, Chief." He hung a silver cross, with the Spectrum insignia in the center and strung on a rainbow-colored ribbon, around Burton's neck and snapped to attention. They ex- changed salutes and then handshakes, each clapping the other on the back. The other three Spectrum officers then congratulated the old salt, each with a handshake and a few kind words. The last was Colonel White, who clasped Burton's hand and said, "You may turn in your application any time, Chief." T H E E N D Bringin' On The Rain A QUANTUM LEAP Filksong By Shirla Turman (To The Tune Of "Singin' In The Rain") I'm bringin' on the rain? I'm bringin' on the rain? What a horrible feeling-- I'm scamming again! They're hoping for clouds So dark up above . . . The sun's in their eyes, But it's their money I love. Let the sunny skies chase Everyone from the place. Come on with the rain! Hey--I've got to save face! I'll run down the lane, I'm heading for the rain. They think I'm Bringin' on the rain! We All Live In An Alien Nation An ALIEN NATION Filksong By Shirla Turman (To The Tune Of "Rhythm Nation" By Janet Jackson) Newcomers are all fine Let's connect those spotted lines They want to work together To improve their way of life They raise their voices in protest Say their lives are in distress A generation full of courage and some doubt, indeed CHORUS: They all landed here looking for a better way of life (sing!) We're all a part of an Alien Nation (woo!) They all landed here looking for a better way of life (sing it up, now!) We're all a part of an Alien Nation Businesses are tough And neighborhoods are rough And what they have to struggle through-- Isn't prejudice enough? Things could get worse-- We have to make them better . . . It's time to give a damn We've got to work together (people, come on, now) (Repeat chorus) Say it for the Newcomers Say it for the humans Say it for equality Say it for the Newcomers Say it for the humans Say it for equality--Alien! (Repeat chorus) Say it for the Newcomers Say it for the humans Say it for equality Say it for the Newcomers Say it for the humans Say it for equality A--li--en Na--tion . . . We're all a part of an Alien Nation Quantum Blues A QUANTUM LEAP Filksong By Shirla Turman (To The Tune Of "Smuggler's Blues" By Glenn Frey) There's trouble with the project-- I can feel it in my bones-- I had a premonition That he should not leap alone. Ziggy was downloaded, It was gonna be such a thrill-- Everything exploded And then time began to spill. So, judge, here is your folder, You can see all our plans-- We're doing just what we promised Except one tiny little jam. Give us another 2 mil, And get him back we will . . . I'm sorry it went down like this, But someone had to choose-- It's the nature of time travelin' . . . It's the Quantum Blues. Quantum Blues . . . A sailor, a pilot, an attorney-at-law, A cowboy, a magician doing things nobody saw. Don't matter if it's cheating, killing, or white lies-- Sam can undo it `cause of all the time he buys. There's lots of shady characters, Lots of dirty deals, His name's always an alias In case he accidentally squeals . . . It's the lure of helping out, It's got a very strong appeal . . . Perhaps you'd understand it better Standing in his shoes-- It's the nature of time travelin' . . . It's the Quantum Blues. Quantum Blues . . . Oh . . . He's changing all the headlines, They're changing everyday, He says he's gonna stop it, But he doesn't go away. I can see him in the chamber, And I can hear him, too-- I seem to walk right through walls Just right out of the blue. I'm hitting up the government It's the good ol' U.S. of A. You ask any of our congressmen, They'll say "There's nothing we can do." From the office of the President Right down to me and you . . . Me and you . . . I guess Sam will never be leaping home But still you can't refuse-- Watching him change history . . . It's the Quantum Blues. Quantum Blues . . . New Lives A TWIN PEAKS Short Story by Kimberly Murphy Author's note: It's 31 August 1989, two days before F.B.I. Special Agent Dale Cooper and Horne Enterprises heiress Audrey Horne are due to tie the knot. Unfortunately, crime recognizes no special occasions-- and a bank holdup in downtown Spokane turns tense quickly as the F.B.I. moves in to handle the situation. Welcome to the latest installment of the POWER STAR version of the TWIN PEAKS universe, where Diane is a real person (Cooper's fraternal twin, Special Agent Diana Lee Cooper-Wilkins), BOB is long gone (courtesy of "Bridge Between Worlds", my cliffhanger re- solution story), and true love conquers all (as evidenced by Dale and Audrey's impending nuptials, as well as Diane's upcoming wed- ding to Sheriff Harry S. Truman). And now, the story. Enjoy! Cast Of Characters [(*) = Kimberly's characters and casting] Kyle MacLachlan. . . . . . . . F.B.I. Special Agent Dale Bartholomew Cooper Michael Ontkean. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Sheriff Harry S. Truman Susan Anton (*). . . . . . . .F.B.I. Special Agent Diana Lee Cooper-Wilkins Sherilyn Fenn. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Audrey Horne Royce D. Applegate . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Father Clarence Brocklehurst Robert Bauer . . . . . . . . . . . . Benjamin Jonathan ("Johnny") Horne III Richard Beymer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Benjamin Jonathan Horne, Jr. Jan D'Arcy . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sylvia Horne Morgan Fairchild (*) . . . . . . . . . . Kathleen "Shamrock" Gardner Cooper Warren Frost . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Dr. William Hayward Jami Gertz (*) . . . . . . . . . . . . . .F.B.I. Special Agent Kerry Thorne Hal Holbrook (*) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Lee Cooper David Patrick Kelly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Jeremy "Jerry" Horne Piper Laurie . . . . . . . . . . .Catherine Packard Martell/Sunsei Tojomura James B. Sikking (*) . . . . . . . . .F.B.I. Special Agent Bryce D. Griffin Daniel J. Travanti (*) . . . . . . . . . F.B.I. Special Agent Rex P. Caliph New Lives A TWIN PEAKS Short Story by Kimberly Murphy The mid-morning sun shone brightly against the eastward-facing facade of the F.B.I. Regional Office in Spokane, Washington. F.B.I. Special Agent Diane Cooper-Wilkins leaned back in her office chair and bathed her face in the beams streams through the slats of the mini-blinds in her fourth-floor office. she thought. The whir of the laser printer behind her ceased, indicating her printout was ready. She lifted the paper off the face-down tray and looked at it, then rose from her desk and strode across the room to her partner's desk. "For your signature," Diane said as she handed her partner and brother, F.B.I. Special Agent Dale Cooper, the memo she'd been typ- ing all morning. "Thank you," Dale said as he took it from her. He looked it over carefully and shook his head. "Enforced desk duty. I always hated it." "Every agent does." "Unfortunately, it's the rule. Pregnant agents have to be re- moved from life-threatening positions until their pregnancy is over." "It's not fair. Only women have to follow that rule. Expec tant fathers should be forced to step aside as well. They're usu- ally so excited, they're almost dangerous." "But expectant fathers aren't carrying another life inside them." He looked at her and smiled gently. "How are you feeling this morning?" "Little tired . . . little nervous." She shook her head and smiled. "I can't believe I'm pregnant." "Doc Hayward can probably explain how that happens." She grimaced. He laughed as he signed the memo. "Harry going to make an honest woman out of you right away? Or are you going to wait a month for your already-scheduled date?" "I wouldn't talk. It only took us two months of trying. You'd think you and Audrey would have had a litter by now." "It takes nine months to have a baby. Audrey and I have only been physically involved for four. Have you told Harry yet?" She shook her head. "I just found out for sure yesterday. I wanted to make all the work-related arrangements first. Besides, I wouldn't want to steal the thunder two days before your wedding." "You'd better tell him soon. Once I send this memo to Rex for his initials, there won't be many people who won't know." "Dale, I'm only four weeks pregnant. It's not as if I'll be showing any time soon. I wouldn't even have known if I hadn't tak- en a blood test during my annual physical." "I'd guessed something was up." She looked at him oddly. "How?" "Your period, Diane, is like clockwork. I always know what week of the month it is because every twenty-eight days, you spend two solid days pontificating on the notion that every man should have to suffer through a menstrual cycle just once to see what pain is really like. Last week, I realized your monthly speech was late." She grimaced again. "You're pushing your luck, Agent Cooper. But don't worry. I have ways of getting even." "How?" "Well, they have something called an empathy belly at most childbirth classes. It's a prosthetic pregnant abdomen they strap onto a man, then load it down with weights and make him wear it for a while. I intend to make sure you are attending my childbirth class that day." "Wouldn't miss it. Harry should look adorable in it." Diane smacked him with a folder as they both laughed. Dale took her right hand. Their pinkies intertwined, joining their rings. "The point is, Diane, now we both know you're preg nant. It's a big change for both of us . . . your child, my niece or nephew, the next generation of Coopers. It's a lot of responsi bility. And I intend to do whatever it takes to make sure nothing happens to you or your baby. You remember how much trouble Mom said she had when she was expecting us." "That's because she was carrying twins. I'll be fine." "I know you'll be fine. And I'm going to make sure of that." She smiled, then began to laugh nervously. "I'm going to have a baby," she said, wonder in her voice. He beamed with the joy they both shared. "I'm so happy for you," he replied in the same manner. "And Harry's going to be, too." "I hope so. We hadn't planned on children this soon." "A love as strong as yours and Harry's should be shared with children." "I know. He keeps saying he wants children." She rested a hand on her abdomen. "I just hope he's still eager after he finds out he's going to have one sooner than he expected." "I wouldn't worry, Diane. If I know Harry Truman like I think I do, he'll be absolutely thrilled . . . and a wonderful father." She smiled wryly. "Should I tell Dad?" Dale thought for a moment. "Not right away," he replied. "I don't think tonight would be a good night to spring this kind of news on Dad. He'll be really tired from the flight." "Good point. What time's he get in?" Dale looked at his desk calendar. "Six-fifteen. When's Harry coming down?" "Five. He said he'd bring Audrey with him." "I hope she's finished with her meetings by then. Ben's got her seeing bankers today for the new Horne's Department Store he wants to put into the mall they're building outside of town. As if she doesn't have enough to do with last-minute wedding arrangements and packing up her belongings to move out of her old room and into our house." "You're already saying `our'." He shook his head and smiled. "I know. We've been married in our hearts since the first night we slept together. But we're fi- nally going to make it official . . . to start our new lives to- gether." She smiled at him. "Nervous?" "Not yet," he grinned. "Give me a couple of days." Diane laughed. "In a couple of days, it'll all be over." He shook his head and smiled. "It'll just be starting." A knock at their office door interrupted their conversation. They broke their link. "Come," Dale called. Violent Crimes division Chief Rex Caliph opened the door and looked inside at them. "Morning, Coopers," he said. "Sorry to barge in, but bad news already this morning. Hostage situation down at Spokane Federal Savings, on Hamilton at Illinois. All hands on deck." "We're on our way," Diane promised. "Thanks." Rex left hurriedly. "What do you mean `we'?" Dale said, rising to his feet. "You're assigned desk duty." "Says you," Diane replied, snatching the memo off his desk. "Hey!" Dale protested, lunging for the memo. Diane quickly shoved it into a desk drawer and locked her desk. "Only you and I know that memo exists. Let's keep it that way until this is over." "Diane . . . " "Is there a problem, Agent Cooper?" "Damn straight, Agent Cooper-Wilkins. You are pregnant. And Bureau regulations state . . . " "I know what the regs state. But I also know that until a work center chief signs that memo and a key component chief initi- als it, it isn't binding. I only got the signature." "Don't play games with me, Diane. There's more at stake than a minor technicality." "I know. But I have a job to do. And we're wasting time ar- guing." He looked her in the eye. "Promise me you'll stay well out of the line of fire." She raised her right hand. "Promise," she swore. "Then let's go." They both checked their guns, then gathered their suit jackets and headed out the door. A swarm of black-suited F.B.I. agents joined the mass of Spo- kane City Police officers, including sharpshooters, outside the Spokane Federal Savings Bank, housed in the bottom floor of a glass office tower. A wall of police cars blocked off the perimeter and provided a rampart for the officers. Dale, Diane, Rex, and Violent Crimes division Deputy Chief Bryce Griffin quickly joined Police Captain Mark Tyler, whose men had their guns trained on the front door of the bank. "What's the status?" Rex asked. "We think there's a security guard dead inside the door," Tyl- er replied. "They won't let anyone near. There's probably a dozen or so employees and about half that many customers inside. There are three gunmen . . . they were unable to get out when the police and building security people arrived." "Any demands?" Bryce queried. "None. We think it was just a robbery gone bad." "Law enforcement support?" Dale asked. "Sharpshooters around all sides. Surrounding area's been evacuated. But we couldn't get anyone in to get the rest of the people in that office building out." "Anyone got a layout of that building?" Diane asked. "Should be coming anytime." A police car screeched to a halt nearby, its siren dying as the engine shut off. An officer hurried up to the senior Feds and Tyler with a set of blueprints in hand. "Got `em," he said, hand- ing Tyler the roll. "O.K.," Tyler replied, spreading them out across the hood of one of the police cars. He and the quartet of F.B.I. agents looked them over carefully. "Looks like there's a fire door in the back," he said, pointing to a marking on the street-level drawing, "and one on the roof," he continued indicating a marking on the roof- level sketches. "Can we get a helicopter to get some men up there?" Bryce asked. "Just give the word," Tyler answered. "What about that door?" Diane indicated, pointing to a marking on the street-level drawing indicating a side door. Tyler looked up to get his bearings on the building's front, then back at the drawing. "Probably belongs to that florist shar- ing the bottom floor," he replied. "A delivery door," Dale mused. "And a place they wouldn't expect to see police entering," Rex agreed. He turned around and beckoned his team closer. "All right," Rex said when most of his agents had gathered around. "Here's the situation. There are at least three armed men holding approximately eighteen hostages inside that bank, and there are ten floors full of office workers above them. The trick will be to get inside without getting everyone in there killed. Hum- phrey, take Fay, Carlson, and Todd around the back to this door." He indicated the drawing. "Dalton, get Lee and Sewall and go with one of Tyler's men to get a police chopper--I want you coming in through the fire door on the roof. Beck, I want you, David, and Maureen to follow them on the next chopper run--it'll be your job to secure that stairwell in case our friends in there try to make a break for it. Diane, take Kerry and Price and get in through that florist's delivery door." Dale and Diane looked at each other quickly. This was exactly what they both had hoped would not happen. "I'll take the flo rist's entrance," Dale volunteered. "No," Rex stated firmly. "You're my best shot. I need you up front in case they try to make it out with human shields." "Diane's your second best . . . " "Which is why I need her spearheading the team on the side en- trance." Diane thought quickly. She could tell Rex the truth . . . but it would leave her team short-handed. Besides, she could still stay out of the line of fire by offering to bring up the rear when they went in the side entrance and still be effective. "He's right, Dale," she finally stated aloud. "You're more effective up front." She turned to Tyler. "We'll need flak jackets, if you've got any spares." Tyler gestured toward a police van parked nearby. "You can have what's in there," he offered. "We'll pick some up when we get the copter," Agent Frank Dal- ton added. "Then let's get moving," Rex ordered. Dale and Diane looked at each other. When they became perma nent partners two years ago, both had sworn to be agents first and siblings last while on duty. It was times like this that put that oath to the test. Both knew the stakes involved--lives inside the bank, and the new life inside Diane, all of which needed to be pro- tected at all costs. But orders had been given. And now it was time to follow them. "Good luck," Dale said, offering a handshake. "I'll need it," Diane replied, accepting it. Their pinkies intertwined briefly. Then, they broke the link and the handshake. Diane headed off toward the police van, where the members of her team and the squad that was going to storm the rear entrance were already waiting. One of the local officers pulled out the three jackets he had in the van. "This is all we've got," he apologized. "One really small . . . " "Looks like my size," petite Agent Fay Wade piped up. The officer handed it to her, then looked at the next one. "One really big . . . " "Mine," Agent Todd Woodson, a tall, husky young man, request- ed. The officer handed off the jacket and looked at the last one. "And an average sized one." The remaining agents--Humphrey Mar, Craig Carlson, Kerry Thorne, Nick Price, and Diane--looked at the jacket. "Not my size," Humphrey, another husky agent, indicated. "Mine, either," tall, thin Craig stated. "Not really mine, either," Diane noted. "Kerry . . . Nick . . . which one of you wants it?" "It'll probably fit Nick better," Kerry said, looking at her feminine curves. "I'm not exactly shaped for a flak jacket." "I'll say," Nick joked, taking the jacket and strapping it on. Then, he looked at the straining straps. "Looks like I was wrong," he remarked, then removed the jacket. "Have a vest, Kerry," he said, handing it to her. "Looks like my chest's bigger than yours." "That'll do," Diane said in a warning tone, then turned back to the local officer at the van. "I need two squad cars running silent up to that corner to drop us off so we won't be noticed ap- proaching." "Can do," he said, then glanced behind him. "Charlie? Reg- gie?" Two uniformed Spokane policemen turned around. "Go with them," the officer at the van indicated. "They'll take you where you want to go." "Thanks," Diane said, then turned to her agents. "Let's go." The pair of Spokane squad cars stopped at a corner near an al- ley several blocks away from the front entrance of the bank. The seven agents climbed out of the cars and split into their teams. Agents Mar, Woodson, Carlson and Wade headed off toward the rear entrance; Agents Price, Thorne and Cooper-Wilkins headed toward the side of the building. Kerry checked her revolver and adjusted the fit of her vest, Nick primed the police-issue shotgun one of the officers had given him, and Diane slapped a fresh cartridge into her 9-millimeter pistol as they moved toward the delivery door. Diane flanked one side of the florist's door, and Nick and Kerry flanked the other. Diane nodded to Nick, who rapped on the door with the butt of his gun. "F.B.I.--open up!" he called. There was no response. "Blast it open," Diane ordered. Nick fired a round into the door, blowing away the lock. He then inserted the tip of the shotgun into the hole in the door and whipped the door open. Kerry led the way in, Nick and Diane covering her. They found themselves inside the back room of the flower shop, which appeared to be deserted. Kerry reached the door leading to the shop's showroom and quickly flanked the doorway. She beckoned with her head for some- one to take the lead. Diane nodded, then gestured with her head toward Nick. He got the message and poked the barrel of the shotgun into the shop. When that drew no response, he headed out into the shop itself, quickly followed by his partners. They quickly looked around the shop--and saw that it was em- pty. They also saw that the walls of the shop were plate-glass windows--and that they were completely exposed. One of the glass panes shattered as the sound of gunfire filled the air. Diane dove for cover behind a display of potted plants, then looked where she had stood moments ago. Nick Price lay in a crumpled heap on the floor of the flower shop. "You idiot!" she heard a man's voice yell. "You shot a cop!" Diane thought. It occurred to her that she had no idea where Kerry had ended up. Kerry Thorne was a relative rookie, a young agent from Blue Creek with limited experience in the field of Violent Crimes. Di- ane admired the agent's analytical skills and enthusiasm; she'd of- ten remarked to Dale that Kerry reminded her of herself as a rookie agent. But skill and poise in the office was different than grace under fire--and this was Kerry's first hostage/rescue situation, an experience that often terrified veteran Feds. Quietly, she eased out from behind the display to find her missing team member. "Drop it, lady," she heard a man's voice order in a cold tone. Diane turned with her gun drawn--and saw a tall, dark man with his arm wrapped around Kerry's neck and his free hand holding a gun to her head. Kerry's revolver lay on the floor behind them. Diane held her aim firm. she thought . . . The cold shaft of a gun in her back halted her planning. "He said, drop it," the man behind her ordered. Diane's mind raced. If she fought back, Kerry was dead. And she did not like the idea of being on the wrong end of a two-on-one fight. As much as she hated to surrender, it was better to save three lives--Kerry's, hers, and the baby she carried within her-- than to lose three lives. Kerry watched her supervisor drop her gun to the floor. "Good girl," the man whose gun was in the middle of Diane's back stated. He then pushed her forward with the gun. "Now, move it." Diane lurched forward, then began moving slowly and cautiously toward the lobby. The other gunman dragged Kerry in the same di- rection. "Where are you taking us?" Kerry whispered. "Shut up!" her captor snapped. It soon became obvious where they were going. The main lobby entrance of the Spokane Federal Savings Bank loomed in front of them. And the dead security guard lay near the door. "You wanted in here?" the gunman prodding Diane along taunted. "Well, you made it. Now--get in there!" Diane and Kerry stumbled through the entrance into the bank lobby, where the employees and customers were lying face down on the floor. An additional gunman, armed with an Uzi, was watching over them. "What the Hell is this?" the third man snapped. "Couple of lady cops, Sarge," the thug who had been holding Kerry replied. "Found `em in the flower shop. You were right-- they did try breaking in that way." "Good thing we moved those people from the shop in here," the other gunman added. "Shut up," Sarge said irritatedly. "Bad enough you shot a rent-a-cop--but those two are Feds! What the Hell was all the shooting about over there?" The two gunmen looked at each other sheepishly. "We shot their partner," one of them said. "He had a shotgun," the other added. Sarge pounded his fist into a nearby desk. "All right. Dam- age's been done. Let's see what we can salvage. Slick, get their badges. M, get those cops out there on the phone." Diane held as still as she could as the one called Slick yanked her badge off her gun belt and shoved her backwards. She forced her rising fear back down and tried to remain calm. she thought. "Cooper?" Dale heard Rex's voice ask. Dale blinked, then looked over at his supervisor. "You O.K.?" Rex asked. Dale hesitated with his answer. He could sense Diane's dan- ger, feeling her rising fear through the power of their emotional bond. But there was something more. It was almost as if he could hear her calling out to him--just as he'd been able to hear her near the end of his ordeal with the mind-enhancing drug that had been accidentally injected into his bloodstream a few months ago. "There's too much street noise out here," Dale said aloud. "With all that glass, the copter overhead, and the traffic, we'd never know if anything went wrong. And I can't shake the feeling that something's gone very wrong." "Cop's intuition?" Rex asked. Dale nodded. "I wish I had it as sharp as you do," Bryce noted, then turned to Tyler. "Get your man in the copter on the horn and find out what's going on." "Gotcha." Tyler reached into one of the police cars and grabbed the radio microphone. "Tyler to Copter One, Tyler to Cop- ter One--come in, Copter One," he said into the mike. "Copter One--go ahead," came the reply. "What's going on up there?" Tyler asked. "Is the first team in yet?" "Negative," the chopper pilot replied. "They can't get past the fire door. They're trying to break it in. I was about to go back for a fire axe to help them break it down." "Jesus," Rex said. "What about the other teams?" "Copter One," Tyler asked, "what's the status of the other teams?" "Team at the rear's having the same problems," answered the chopper pilot. "Let me swing around and check the side." There was a long, uncomfortable pause before the reply came. "Looks like they made it in," the pilot said. "The side door's standing open." "They're in there alone," Dale said, the realization hitting him. "No backup." "Base to Tyler," another voice interjected over the police ra- dio. "This is Tyler," the captain said. "Come in, Base." "There's a call for you. The man says he's one of the gunmen inside the bank." Tyler, Rex, Bryce and Dale all looked at one another. Each man's expression reflected the horrifying thought that they dared not voice--the idea that some of their own might be hostages. "Put it through," Tyler finally said into the microphone. There was a long pause. "Is anyone there?" the voice of the man called M said over the radio. "This is Captain Tyler of the Spokane Police Department," Tyl- er replied. "Who is this?" There was another long pause. The sound of rustling as a phone receiver changed hands could be heard. "Let me talk to one of the Feds out there," Sarge's voice said. Rex took the microphone. "This is Special Agent Rex Caliph," he said. "Who is this?" "Never mind that," Sarge replied. "We found a couple of your men in here . . . or should I say, a couple of your women. Kerry Thorne . . . Diana Cooper-Wilkins . . . not bad lookers." Dale's heart skipped a beat. It took every ounce of self-con- trol he had not to bolt toward the bank to rescue Diane. Rex's expression hardened. "What's their condition?" "Does it really matter?" Sarge replied. "You're going to rush the place anyway, right? Does it matter if they're dead now or if we kill them before you get in here?" "We're not dealing with sane men here," Bryce noted. We've got to keep him talking while we figure out how to get everybody out of there." Rex nodded, then returned to the radio conversation. "How many others do you have in there?" he asked. "Other what?" Sarge retorted. "Cops?" "Cut the crap!" Rex snapped irritatedly. "You know what I mean. How many other hostages do you have?" "Oh . . . probably twenty-one or so, mostly women. Had to clear out the flower shop--we had a feeling you clowns would try to come in that way. Of course, I didn't expect you to send a couple of broads . . . " "What do you want?" Rex interrupted. "To get out with our haul. That's it. Nothing more." "No deal. Let your hostages go and then we'll talk." "No deal." There was a click, then a dial tone over the po- lice radio. Rex tossed the microphone back toward the car angrily, then composed himself and turned toward Dale and Bryce. "Any ideas?" "I don't like the fact that we can't hear anything that could be going on in there," Bryce noted. "Cooper's right--with all that glass and the rest of the street noise, we'd never know if they shot any of their hostages." "Plus, they were smart enough to secure the florist's," Dale pointed out. "They could have more men in there we don't know about. This could be a full-scale hostage crisis, not just a rob- bery gone awry." "We've got to get those other teams in there," Rex agreed. "But going in that side door is suicide," Tyler interjected. "It's obvious they had it staked out. They probably still do." "Which means we've got to get fire axes to the teams at the fire doors. Tyler, check on the status of your chopper and find out if he's gotten anything to help them out." "Gotcha," Tyler said, turning to his car to retrieve the mi- crophone. "But the side door may not be a bad idea," Dale noted. "Now that we know they're there, a properly-armed team should have no trouble getting past any resistance. Let me take Beck's squad and . . . " "Absolutely not," Rex interrupted. "Even if you get past the resistance, there's no guarantee they won't turn that bank lobby into a morgue." "Rex, they've already shot one of our agents . . . " "How do you know?" "By the very fact that they didn't mention Nick Price was one of their hostages--which probably means he's lying on the floor of the flower shop just like that security guard who's lying face down in the lobby. Rex, they've shot a Fed. They have absolutely no- thing to lose. That bank's going to turn into a morgue if we don't get in there!" "I know that, Cooper . . . " "Then do something! Don't just stand here waiting for them to kill another one!" "Like your sister?" Dale's expression hardened. "Like my partner." "Who happens to be your sister. I was never comfortable with that combination. But Gordon Cole authorized it . . . because he said you could be trusted to be partners first and foremost." Dale took a deep breath to regain his composure, then beckoned Rex off to the side. The pair stepped away from the others. Dale looked Rex in the eye. "What would you do if that were your partner in there being held hostage by a group of crazed gun- men who don't care about anything except getting out of there with their lives?" he asked coolly. Rex looked away. "What did you do in San Diego, Rex?" Dale continued. "Did you panic? Did you wait too long to make the right decision--making the wrong one by default?" He paused dramatically. "Did you watch them bring your partner out in a body bag?" "That was a long time ago," Rex snapped angrily. "Was it? Or does it seem like just yesterday in your mind? That's why you transferred to San Francisco in 1979, right? To get away from that incident? But it's happening again, ten years lat- er. Only this time, it isn't your partner in there. It's a rookie and one of your top cops. And you're afraid of making the same mistake twice." He looked Rex in the eye. "I know all about mak- ing the same mistake twice, Rex. It's Hell. It's also human. But you have the chance to avoid falling into the trap I did. For God's sake, Rex, take it. Don't go down the chute. Make a decisi- on. Don't let them make it for you." Rex looked at Dale. His eyes told a story of ten years of an- guish . . . living with the consequences of a blown decision that cost several agents their lives. "All right," he said quickly but firmly. "But we do this by the numbers. No heroics." "Agreed." The two men shook hands. Rex's expression hardened with a firm intensity. "So . . . what's your plan?" "Awful calm out there," Sarge noted as he peeked out between the slats of the venetian blinds that covered one of the windows. Similar blinds shielded the rest of the glass-enclosed bank. "Cops must be thinking it over." "Look, what are we waiting for, man?" M said nervously. "They're just waiting to rush us!" "Yeah," Slick agreed. "Let's blast our way out of here!" "You two may have a death wish," Sarge replied, "but I don't. Those are some heavily-armed Feds out there. They're probably waiting for a SWAT team." "So what are we waiting on?" M reiterated. "Some kind of guarantee they'll let us out. They won't blast their way in . . . not while there's twenty-one `innocent' lives at stake." Diane caught herself thinking as she considered their situation. She and Kerry were sitting on the floor, leaning against the tellers' cages--unlike the others, who were face down on the floor. she thought. she imagined his logic working, "You could make a goodwill gesture," she said aloud. Sarge turned around. "Well, well," he wisecracked. "The Ama- zon Fed has a voice. All right, sweetheart, I'm game. What kind of goodwill gesture?" "Let your hostages go." Sarge laughed. "Nice try, lady. But the minute I let every body go, they'll be all over this place." "Then at least let the women go." He laughed again. "Women, children, and lady Feds first, right?" "You can keep me." He stopped laughing. "You're serious." "Damn straight." "No way." Diane ordered herself. "Look, you said yourself they're not going to storm this place while innocent lives are involved, right? So don't three men and one Fed accomplish the same thing as eighteen women, three men, and two Feds?" He looked thoughtful. "Come on, man," Diane urged. "If you at least show them you're willing to be flexible, they might go easy on you." He glanced out the window again. "Nice crowd gathering," he noticed. "Press and everything." He quickly gestured with his ri- fle. "All right. M--Slick--get the broads out of here . . . ex- cept for the Feds." "You heard him!" M demanded, quickly poking several of the wo- men with his Mach-10. "Let's go!" Diane watched as several of the women rose to their feet. Then, her heart skipped a beat as she fought to conceal any reac tion. One of the women who got up was Audrey Horne. Audrey cast Diane a helpless look as she was herded out the door. Diane forced herself to look at Sarge instead. She could not let him know that she knew this particular hostage--in case the volatile leader changed his mind. Sarge never noticed the interaction between Diane and Audrey. Instead, he peered out the window again. "Her, too," Diane indicated, gesturing toward Kerry with her head. "No way," Sarge stated firmly as he turned back to look at her. "Can't let a cop go. You know that." "It's all right," Kerry told Diane. "I would have offered to stay regardless. I couldn't let you stay in here alone." "How brave," Sarge said sarcastically, then returned to his window view. "Now . . . let's see what those slick suits do with this." "Someone's coming out," one of the officers reported. Dale, Rex, Bryce, and Tyler looked up from their blueprints and planning session at the glass doors swinging open. They rea- died their guns . . . Several women stumbled outside, looking dazed and confused. "Hold your fire," Tyler shouted. "Hostages!" Dale lowered his gun and borrowed a pair of binoculars from one of the officers. "Oh, my God," he whispered, "Audrey!" Tyler grabbed the radio microphone and switched the radio to loudspeaker mode. "Ladies!" he called. "Get behind the barri- cades--now!" The women made their way over to the police cars. Several of- ficers aided them between the cars to the safety of the area behind the blockade. Dale hurried over to them. "Audrey!" he called. Audrey looked around for a moment, then rushed into his arms. He held her tightly as she broke down crying, fighting back his own tears. "Are you all right?" he asked. "Oh, God," she said between sobs, "I was so scared . . . " "You're safe," he reassured. "It's all right." "I'd just come out of the bank," she continued. "I was get- ting some flowers to give your dad tonight when they rushed in and waved their guns at us and threatened to kill us . . . " "Audrey, calm down. You're safe. But we need your help." He pulled her away from him and looked her in the eyes. "How many men are in there?" "I don't know!" "Yes, you do. Think, Audrey. How many did you see?" "Three. Their names were Sarge, M, and Slick." "What kind of firepower do they have?" "I don't know! I don't know anything about guns . . . " "Audrey, calm down. That's an order. Now, I need your help-- but you have to stay calm so you can think clearly. You know a lot more about guns than you think you do. What kind of guns did they have?" "Rifles, pistols . . . that sort of thing." "More than one apiece?" She shook her head. "Pistols," Dale repeated, then held up his 9-millimeter. "Like this?" "Yeah," she said shakily. "O.K.--a 9-millimeter. What about the rifle--was it a shot gun?" She shook her head. "Like a hunting rifle." "A hunting rifle." He tapped one of the policemen on the shoulder. The officer turned around. "Like that?" Dale asked, indicating the cop's high-powered ri- fle. "Yeah," Audrey answered. "But a little bigger." "An Uzi. Anything else?" She thought for a moment. "A gun in between those two." "In between? What do you mean?" "You know." She pointed to Dale's gun. "Kind of like this one--but bigger." "But not as big as the Uzi." "Yeah." "A Mach-10. Anything else?" "Not that I remember." "Thanks, Audrey." He kissed the top of her head. "Dale--they've got Diane. She told them to let us go." "I know. Is she all right?" "As far as I could see." "What about the other agent?" "Looked all right, too." "Any other hostages?" "Three men . . . they're still in there with Diane and the other agent." "Were there any other policemen in there?" "A guard on the floor of the lobby . . . I thought I saw a man in a black suit on the floor of the flower shop, but I wasn't sure." "Nick," Dale noted solemnly. "Thanks. Now, go over there to that ambulance and let them check you out." "O.K." She hugged him tightly one last time, then walked away. Dale watched her go for a moment, then refocused his mind on business and headed over to join Rex, Bryce, and Tyler once more. "Your fiancee?" Rex asked, gesturing with his head toward Au- drey. Dale nodded. "She told me what she saw in there. She says there are three men, moderately armed--9-millimeter, Mach-10, Uzi. They secured the florist's because they suspected we might come in that way--but they don't have it guarded now." "What about Nick?" "She said she thought she saw him on the floor of the flo rist's, but she wasn't sure." "But they only have the first floor?" "She wasn't sure. But she said it looks like there are only three of them." Rex blew out a long puff of air. "O.K. At least we've got a better idea of where we stand. Now, let's get down to work." Diane watched impassively as Sarge paced around the bank lob- by, smacking his Uzi with his free hand. Her plan was working--it had bought the agents outside some time. Now came the wait. And that was the hardest part. She glanced over at Kerry, who seemed to be holding her own rather well. The younger agent's jaw was tightly clenched, but her expression was emotionless--a good sign. A quick glance at the other three hostages showed they were obeying the order to stay mo- tionless and face down on the floor. "Get the Feds on the phone again," Sarge finally ordered. M picked up the phone and dialed. "This is one of the gunmen inside the Spokane F.S.B. Tower," he said when someone finally an- swered. "Let me speak to the cops outside." There was a momentary pause before M spoke again. "Yeah, it's us again. Put one of the Feds on the line." M then listened for a moment, then nodded at Sarge, who came over and took the receiv- er. "All right," Sarge said curtly into the phone. "We made a goodwill gesture. Now, let's talk about letting us out of here alive." There was a long pause. "Come on, man," he said impatiently. "Don't play games with me. There's still two Feds in here that want out of here real bad." He listened again. "Gimme a break," he snapped into the phone. "If you're not even going to talk about letting us out, then kiss your sweet lady Feds good- bye." He slammed the receiver down onto its cradle, then threw the entire phone assembly against the wall and stewed angrily. "What?" Slick asked. "Dumb Feds," Sarge replied. "Won't even discuss letting us off." "Did you really think they would?" Kerry piped up. Diane cringed slightly. Sarge looked toward her. "What?" "Did you really think they would?" Kerry repeated. "I didn't think you were that dumb." "Your friend suggested a goodwill gesture," he said, walking over to them. "So they'll only arrest you and not blow your brains out," Kerry continued taunting. Diane suddenly realized what Kerry was trying to do--get them away from the windows and closer to the door so that any task force on its way in could get to them easier. But she was using one Hell of a risky tactic to do it. She'd need help to deflect their anger away from her. "You know they've only been toying with you," Diane interject- ed. Sarge looked at her frostily. "My partner is deadly accurate," she continued. "If he'd wanted to, he could have emptied his pistol toward your eyes when you were peeking out from between those blinds and never missed your eyeballs." "Which one's your partner?" he asked. She smiled. "Take a peek out there and find out." "I've had enough of this," M interjected. He readied his Mach-10 and aimed it at the two ladies. "Oh, right," Diane said sarcastically. "Shoot a pregnant la- dy. Makes you a real man, right?" Kerry looked at her oddly. "Shut up!" M ordered. "You guys are a real crop of losers," Diane continued. "You got trapped robbing a bank, you shot a security guard and a Fed, and all you can do is threaten a couple of dames? I'm not im- pressed. I've seen traffic offenders tougher than you guys." "That's it," Sarge said, releasing the safety on his Uzi. He aimed it at Diane . . . "F.B.I.--drop it!" Agent Tom Beck ordered from the bank en- trance. Sarge turned toward him and fired suddenly. Beck leapt out of the way. As soon as he did, Agent David Silver emptied his revolver into the bank. Sarge dropped to the floor, dead. M turned to fire on David. Kerry suddenly sprang from her seat on the floor and tackled him, knocking him out cold. Slick moved toward Diane. Diane grabbed a handful of sand from the smoking urn and hurled it into Slick's face, blinding him. Slick grabbed his eyes and screamed. Diane drove her head into his abdomen, knocking him to the floor--and his 9-millimeter from his hand. Slick felt along the floor for his gun . . . A hard man's shoe stepping on his hand stopped him. "Don't move," Dale ordered, aiming his gun directly at the back of his head. "What kept you?" Diane asked. "Had to calm down a couple of hostages," Dale replied. "Some smart-aleck Fed figured she'd buy us some time by sending them out. You O.K.?" "I will be once we get out of here." Spokane police swarmed into the bank. Dale stepped back as officers moved to cover Slick, then helped Diane to her feet. "Good work, Kerry," Diane called to her counterpart. "Thanks," Kerry replied. "You were pretty smooth yourself. I just have one question." "What?" Kerry gestured with her head for Diane to join her. Diane walked over to the young agent. "What is it?" she asked Kerry looked around for a moment, then asked softly, "How did you know I was pregnant?" Diane smiled craftily and tried not to show her surprise at this twist. "Body language," she lied. Kerry blushed. "I didn't think it was that obvious. But I guess the way I kept pulling on my vest and holding my stomach would tell a trained observer volumes." "Indeed. When did you find out?" "Yesterday. I was working on the mandatory desk duty memo when Rex came by and called us all on deck." "You should have said something." She shook her head. "I couldn't let you down." Diane nodded knowingly. "Agent Thorne, I hereby order you as- signed to mandatory desk duty until after your child is born." Kerry gave Diane a mock-salute. "Yes, ma'am, Agent Cooper- Wilkins." The two ladies laughed heartily, then parted company. "What was that all about?" Dale asked when Diane returned to join him. "Long story," she replied. "I'll wait until you get the memo. Permission to begin mandatory desk duty?" "Granted." They linked their right pinkies and smiled at each other. "Let me through!" Sheriff Harry S. Truman insisted to the Spo- kane officers blocking his path to the bank. "I'm Sheriff Harry Truman of Twin Peaks, and Special Agent Cooper-Wilkins is my fian- c‚e." "Well, this is Spokane, cowboy," one of the officers replied. "Your badge isn't much good here. And as for the Amazon Fed . . . " "She'd like for you to let him through," Diane said behind the smart-mouthed cop. The officer looked behind him, then somewhat sheepishly stepped aside. Harry stepped through the barricade and quickly embraced Di- ane. "Are you all right?" he asked worriedly. "Fine," she reassured him. "I heard what happened on the radio--I got here as fast as I could. Did they hurt you?" "No, Harry, they didn't. I'm fine. Really. And I promise not to let anything like that happen to me again for a while." He looked at her oddly. "A while?" "Well . . . at least for the next eight or so months." His eyes widened. She nodded at his unspoken question and smiled. "I'm preg nant." He stared at her for a long moment in shock. "I know we had planned to wait a while," she continued nervously, "but I just found out yesterday and . . . He kissed her deeply to silence her, then broke the kiss and looked at her excitedly. "Oh, my God . . . I'm going to be a fath- er! We're going to have a baby!" "Are you happy?" "Happy? Diane, I don't think I can get any happier! My God, I love you!" He embraced her once more, lifting her off the ground and swinging around with her. Then, they fell into a deep loving kiss as they basked in the warmth of their newfound happiness. Dale and audrey looked on in amusement from a distance. "What's with them?" Audrey asked. "Let's just say they're going to raise the population of Twin Peaks in about eight or nine months," Dale replied. "Another Cooper?" Audrey commented. "God help us all." Dale spanked her lightly in reply before they dissolved into a kiss. * * * * * * * * E P I L O G U E A tall, gray-haired man in his mid-sixties and a petite, cur- vaceous blonde in her late thirties stepped through the jetway doors into the waiting area at Spokane International Airport. Both looked around uncertainly. "Dad?" Dale's voice called out. Lee Cooper looked around quickly, then spotted his twins standing at the edge of the gate. He beamed with happiness as he made his way toward them. "My God," he said as he reached them, then threw his arms around each of them in turn. "Hi, Dad," the twins replied in unison. All three of them began laughing. "I can't believe you two still do that," Lee commented. Dale and Diane looked at each other mischievously. "Do what?" they both asked mock-innocently. Lee shook his head and laughed again, then reached behind him for the petite blonde. "Hi, Shamrock," Diane greeted her as she came over. "Hi, Shamrock," Dale echoed, kissing her cheek. "Hi, guys," Shamrock replied. "Good to see you two again." Dale looked behind him at Harry and Audrey, who were standing off to the rear, not wishing to intrude on the family reunion. "Harry . . . Audrey . . . come meet our family," he said, gesturing with his head. Harry and Audrey came over and joined their respective fian- c‚s. "This is my father, Lee, and his wife Kathleen," Dale intro duced. "Dad, this is my fianc‚e, Audrey Horne." Lee looked at his soon-to-be daughter-in-law and smiled at his son. "You have my good taste," he noted, appreciative of her beau- ty. Audrey blushed slightly, then offered a handshake. "How do you do, Mr. Cooper . . . Mrs. Cooper?" she greeted. "Hi, Audrey," Lee replied, accepting the handshake. "Call me Lee." "Nice to meet you," Shamrock added. "And it's Shamrock." "And this is my fianc‚, Harry Truman," Diane introduced. Lee nodded to his soon-to-be son-in-law, then smiled at his daughter. "Much better choice this time," he noted. "I think so," Diane agreed. Harry gave Diane an "Aw, shucks" look, then turned his attention back to the elder Cooper. "Mr. Cooper," he said, extend ing his right hand. "Call me Lee," Lee said. "Nice to meet you, Harry." "Hi, Harry," Shamrock said with a smile. "Call me Shamrock." "Shamrock?" Harry asked. "That's what Lee named me. We met at a craps table in Reno." "I won $1000 that night," Lee added. "She brought me luck. And I decided I couldn't let her get away . . . so I married her that night. That was almost ten years ago." "Love at first sight," Harry commented. "It's rare indeed," Lee noted. "I don't know," Audrey said, smiling at Dale. "It seems to run in the Cooper family." Lee looked at his children and smiled. "So," he said, "now that the introductions are out of the way, tell me what's been hap- pening with you two. How was your day?" Dale and Diane looked at each other. "Dad," Dale said, put- ting his arm around his father as they all began walking toward the baggage claim area, "you wouldn't believe what this day's been like." Two days later, the late summer sunset framed The Great North- ern Hotel and Benjamin Horne's mansion, The Grange, in a brilliant orange glow . . . a glow rivaled only by the flush of excitement of the bride-to-be preparing for her wedding inside the mansion. "Hold still, Audrey," Sylvia Horne fussed as she buttoned the last of the row of twenty buttons up the back of her daughter's long white wedding dress. "Sorry, Mother," Audrey sighed impatiently. "It just seems like it's taking forever." "Well, it is. You should have gotten a zipper." "Mother . . . " "Just kidding." She finished buttoning the dress and smoothed out the back. "There. All done. Now, turn around." Audrey carefully lifted the dress and turned to face her moth- er. Sylvia smiled. "You look beautiful," she said, beaming with pride. "Thanks," Audrey replied. She eyed the full-length mirror on her wall. A vision of an elegant lady in a long white gown, its full ex- panse puffed out with a large tulle petticoat, greeted her gaze. The ornate satin and lace dress was beautifully adorned with pearls and ribbons, including a large satin bow at the back of the waist. The sweetheart neckline that seemed to frame the pearl necklace around her neck flowed into a pair of full, puffed shoulders that topped gradually narrowing lacy sleeves. The back of the dress flowed out into a five-foot train. Her tulle veil fell from the top of her lace cap to her waist, completing the picture of the classic bride. "I feel like a queen," she giggled. "To him, you are. Do you have everything?" "Well, my something old is Grandma Horne's pearls. My some thing new is the dress. Diane said she wanted to give me something borrowed. And my something blue is a frilly blue garter." "Where is Diane, anyway?" "Right here," Diane called, entering Audrey's room from the bathroom. "Just finishing up my makeup." "You look great," Audrey commented, looking Diane up and down. "Rose is your color." Diane looked herself over in the mirror. Her dusty rose satin dress fit tightly against her torso, then flowed from a ballerina waist to a full skirt that touched the floor--no mean feat for a woman her height. She smoothed the dress over her abdomen--no longer tight and firm, but still reasonably flat in the early stag- es of pregnancy--and smiled at herself. "I normally don't like muted jewel tones," she commented. "But this really is pretty." "I should look so good when I'm your maid of honor." Diane shook her head and looked at Audrey's gown. "I should look so good when I'm a bride." "Thanks." She turned to her mother. "Mom, can Diane and I have a minute alone?" Sylvia nodded. "Make it quick, though--we're running late." Audrey watched as her mother left the room. "You'd think it was her wedding," she sighed. "Don't worry," Diane said. "Everyone knows whose wedding it really is." "Yeah. Daddy's." They both laughed. "You wanted to give me something borrowed," Audrey reminded her. "Yes, I did," Diane stated. "Hold up your right hand." Audrey did so. "Spread your fingers." She did. Diane removed her pinky ring from her right hand and slipped it onto Audrey's right little finger. Audrey gasped. "Diane . . . your ring . . . you shouldn't . . . " "I want to," she interrupted. "Today, your bond with him should be as close as mine. You're a part of him . . . which means you're a part of me. That's what that symbolizes." Audrey looked at the simple-but-elegant gold band that symbol ized the Cooper twins' emotional bond. "It's beautiful," she whis- pered. "I . . . I don't know what to say." "Don't say anything. Just don't lose it." "I won't," she giggled, then looked up at Diane. "How do you make the link?" "Like this," Diane replied. "Hold out your right hand and spread your fingers so your pinky is forward, then curl the rest of your fingers into a loose fist so they're out of the way." "Like this?" Audrey asked, doing what Diane indicated. "Right. He'll do the same." She extended her hand the same way. "Just hook your right pinky around his." Audrey hooked her little finger around Diane's. "A little lower," Diane indicated, looking at where Audrey's finger was touching hers. "At the second joint, not the first. The rings have to touch." Audrey made the link again. "Right," Diane commented. "Now, the way we work it is that the one who offers the link gets to complete it. Twist your hand so your palm is facing upward." Audrey did so. "Oh!" she said, suddenly seeing what the mo- tion did--tighten the link so that the rings seemed to lock onto a chain and press the knuckles of each other's ring fingers together. "That really does feel good." "It's simple but effective," Diane agreed. "We draw so much from it." They broke the link and looked at each other for a long mo- ment. "Speaking of rings," Audrey said, "do you have Dale's wed- ding band?" "Right here," Diane said, holding up her left hand. The band meant for her brother was on her left middle finger. Audrey giggled. "Can you get it off again?" "Oh, sure." Diane mock-tugged at the ring, grimacing as it stayed on her finger. Audrey cringed. "Just kidding," Diane reassured her, easily removing it from her hand. She held it up for the nervous bride to see. Audrey breathed a sigh of relief, then laughed an embarrassed laugh. "Sorry about that," Diane said. "Don't worry," Audrey replied. "It was actually pretty fun- ny." Her eyes wandered south to Diane's stomach. "You look great." "I already feel fat," Diane sighed, smoothing the dress across her abdomen. "And my wedding's a month away. I hope I can still fit in my dress." "Your tummy won't be that big by then." "Actually, I'm more worried about my bust than my tummy. The gathers of the skirt will hide my belly . . . but this dress is al- ready tight across the bodice. I'm almost afraid to try on my dress." "I should look so good when I'm a month pregnant. How do you feel?" "Pretty good. My stomach is a little jittery--it's too late in the day for morning sickness, so it's probably just nerves. What about you?" "My stomach's jittery, too. I can't believe I'm so nervous." "You're going to be fine. He loves you so much." "I love him, too." Diane took Audrey's hands. "Just be good to him, Audrey. That's all I ask. "I will." They hugged each other tightly. A knock on the door interrupted them. "Audrey!" Benjamin Horne's voice bellowed from the hallway. The ladies laughed. "Coming, Daddy," Audrey called back. Diane looked at her soon-to-be sister-in-law. "Your new life awaits, Miss Horne," she smiled. "I'm ready to meet it," Audrey replied. Diane walked behind Audrey and lifted the train off the floor, hooked the row of loops midway down the train to the row of buttons underneath the bow on the back of her dress, then smoothed the bow again. "Let's go." The two ladies walked out together. Dale and Harry stood in front of the mirror in the men's room at Twin Peaks Episcopal Church and adjusted the fit of their tuxe- dos, checking themselves carefully from every angle. "Nervous?" Harry asked. "Harry," Dale replied, "I spent three years of my life study ing yogic discipline, learning how to control my emotions, my health, and my life through the power of calm meditation and cool, collected thinking." He paused for effect. "I'm scared to death." Harry laughed. "Welcome to the human race, Coop." "Actually," Dale confessed, "I think it's more anticipation than nervousness. I've never wanted anything more in my life." "I know what you mean." "What about you? Has the shock of impending fatherhood worn off yet?" "A little. I'm excited . . . and I'm scared." "You wouldn't be human if you weren't." Harry shook his head and smiled. "I'm going to be a father," he marveled aloud. "I still can't believe it." Dale patted him on the shoulder. "I'm happy for you, Harry. You'll make a wonderful parent." Harry looked out the window. "I held her in my arms last night and put my hand on her belly . . . and just marveled at the thought of there being a new life in there. I could have said `I love you' all night and I still couldn't have said how happy she makes me. I love your sister so much, Coop. She's already given me so much . . . and now she's going to give me a child, too. I don't know what I did to deserve this much happiness." "True happiness comes from within, Harry. You deserve this happiness because what is within you is good. It just took someone giving you the goodness within themselves to bring forth your hap- piness." "Spoken with a voice of experience." Dale nodded. "I guess that's what Audrey has done for me. And I intend to spend the rest of my life giving back to her what she has given me." "Looks like we're all starting new lives." "That we are." Dale looked at his watch. "Almost time. Got the ring?" Harry produced it from his pocket. "Right here. Ready to go?" Dale nodded. "Let's do it." The sanctuary of Twin Peaks Episcopal Church was filled to overflowing for what promised to be the social event of the year . . . the marriage of town hero Dale Cooper and Horne Enterprises heiress Audrey Horne. The crowd sitting in the town's largest church was even larger than the one that had flocked to Mayor Dwayne Milford's wedding in late June. Benjamin Horne looked at the host of attendees and sighed hard. Despite his opposition to the union, he had indulged Au- drey's desire for a lavish wedding--mostly due to pressure from Sylvia, who had persuaded him to make the best of the situation by viewing it from the angle of the positive publicity it would bring his business. But now it was time to put on a show for all to see. He was about to become the father-in-law to a Fed. He looked at Audrey and put on his best fatherly smile. "Ready, Princess?" he asked. Audrey lowered the blusher on her veil over her face and took one last glance at her train, now spread out behind her again. "Ready, Daddy," she replied, her smile genuine. They watched Father Clarence Brocklehurst step onto the dais in the front of the church, then watched Dale and Harry step out of the wings to stand at the foot of the dais. The organist struck up the wedding march. Diane nodded to the ushers, who opened the doors to the sanc- tuary and stepped aside. Benjamin offered Audrey his arm. She took it and lifted the hem of her dress off the floor, then nodded to Diane. Dale and Harry both beamed as the tall blonde maid of honor walked up the aisle to the front of the church and stepped off to the side. The two men then looked back to the rear of the sanctu ary. Audrey and Benjamin began their walk down the aisle. The vision in white nearly took Dale's breath away. He had never seen Audrey look so beautiful. With each step, Benjamin seemed to get more reluctant to reach the end of his walk. His stride began to shorten noticeably. Audrey gave his arm a gentle tug. Benjamin got the message and completed escorting his daughter to the altar. They came to a stop at the foot of the dais. Dale stepped over and offered Audrey his arm. Together, they ascended the dais and stood before Father Brocklehurst. Benjamin reluctantly returned to his seat in the front, with wife Sylvia, brother Jerry, and son Johnny--accompanied by Dr. Lau- rence Jacoby to help keep the autistic young man calm during the ceremony--as Diane adjusted Audrey's train behind her so it flowed gently over the steps to the dais. "Dearly beloved," Father Brocklehurst began, "we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in the bonds of holy ma- trimony. Marriage is not an institution to be entered into light- ly; it is a lifelong commitment between two people desiring to share their lives with each other. Therefore, if there be anyone here who sees any reason why these two should not be joined togeth- er, let them speak now or forever hold their peace." Benjamin clenched his jaw tightly. Sylvia saw his reaction and poked him with her elbow. Johnny looked at his father oddly, then chortled quietly. Lee, sitting across the aisle, noticed Benjamin and Sylvia's antics and smiled wickedly. Catherine Packard Martell, two rows back of Benjamin and Syl- via, did the same. If Father Brocklehurst noticed, he did not let it faze him. "Dale Bartholomew Cooper, do you take Audrey Rose Horne to be your lawfully wedded wife . . . to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" Dale smiled lovingly at Audrey. "I do," he replied. Father Brocklehurst turned to Audrey. "Audrey Rose Horne, do you take Dale Bartholomew Cooper to be your lawfully wedded husband . . . to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" Audrey turned her eyes toward her father briefly, then looked at Dale with the same loving expression he was showing her. "I do," she answered. Benjamin sighed hard. Sylvia poked him again. By this time, more people who were aware of Benjamin's objections to this marriage were watching his reactions--and being amused by them. Several--Dr. Will Hayward most prominent among them--were struggling mightily to suppress laughter. "May I have the rings?" Father Brocklehurst asked, oblivious to the congregation's amusement. Dale and Audrey turned to their seconds. Diane extracted Dale's ring from her left middle finger; Harry removed Audrey's from his pocket. Both handed the rings to the bride and groom, who handed them to the pastor. Father Brocklehurst held up the ring Dale planned to give to Audrey. "Lord, bless this ring," he prayed, "that he who gives it and she who wears it will be forever bound in a circle of Your love. AMEN." He then handed the ring to Dale, who turned to Au- drey. "I give you this ring, Audrey," Dale said, slipping off her engagement ring, "as a symbol of my love for you. For a circle has no beginning and no end. May our love be likewise." He placed the gold band on her left ring finger, then replaced her engagement ring. This time, it was Jerry Horne who looked as if he would be ill. Johnny Horne did a convincing imitation of his mother as he jabbed his uncle in the ribs. Father Brocklehurst nodded and smiled, still ignoring the non- verbal objections of the Brothers Horne, then held up the ring Au- drey planned to give to Dale. "Lord, bless this ring," he prayed, "that she who gives it and he who wears it will be forever bound in a circle of your love. AMEN." He then handed the ring to Audrey, who turned to Dale. "I give you this ring, Dale," she said, "as a symbol of my love for you. For a ring is like life--only by being in the midst of it can you truly feel it. May our love be likewise." She slipped the gold band onto his left ring finger, then held his hand tightly. Father Brocklehurst looked at the two of them and smiled. "Then, by the power vested in me by the state of Washington, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now light the candle of uni- ty." Carefully, Dale and Audrey stepped up to the candelabra, took the lit candles on either side, then lit the center candle. They then replaced the candles and faced each other. Dale raised the blusher veil off Audrey's face. Audrey held up her right hand, pinky extended. For the first time, Dale noticed Diane's ring around her lit- tle finger. He beamed with the love that completely filled his heart, then offered his right pinky in the same motion. Their little fingers joined as Audrey twisted her hand to com- plete the link. "I love you," she said silently. "I love you," he replied in the same manner. They kissed for the first time as husband and wife. "It was a beautiful wedding," Diane commented as she and Harry arrived back at her townhouse in the wee hours of the morning. Dale and Audrey had finally departed their reception for a brief stay in The Great Northern's honeymoon suite before their planned week at Club Med in Tahiti. "It was great," Harry agreed. "And the reception was nice, too." "For a man with strenuous objections to this bond, Benjamin certainly put on the Ritz for this occasion." "You noticed that, too? I didn't think Ben and Jerry could make it through the ceremony without getting sick." "Bet they'll both have sore ribs in the morning." "Probably. But not as sore as some of those women trying for Audrey's bouquet. I still can't believe Lucy caught it." "Well, she had a little help. I ran interference to keep De- nise Bryson from intercepting the pass. Of course, you looked like you were having fun trying to keep Hawk from catching the garter." "Half the fun of that was watching Coop trying to find it. She must have put that thing around her waist, not her thigh." "He didn't look like he was complaining." "Definitely not. You'd have never known Coop was as nervous about this whole thing as I've ever seen him." "I know. But if you think he was nervous, you should have seen Audrey getting ready. She was scared to death." "Anyone taking bets on how long it'll take before there's a little Cooper joining them?" "I'm betting ten months or less. They're both making noises about waiting . . . but nature sometimes has other ideas." "I know." He held up the green glass bottle and the two champagne glasses he had pilfered from the reception. "Another glass of sparkling cider, my dear?" "Please." She took the champagne glasses from him and held them while he poured. "There's something to be said for a non-al- coholic toast." "Yeah," he agreed. "I'd have hated to arrest Cooper on his wedding day for serving alcohol to a minor." "Indeed." They both sipped their cider. Then, Harry embraced Diane from behind and placed a gentle hand on her abdomen. "Are you upset with me?" Diane asked. "Or embarrassed by me?" He looked puzzled. "Of course not. Should I be?" "Well, I am pregnant out of wedlock. That's not exactly the order in which things are supposed to happen . . . or the timeframe we planned." He turned her to face him. "Diane, listen to me. It took ev- erything I had not to shout to that entire crowd at the reception that I was going to be a father. No, I'm not embarrassed. In fact, I couldn't be happier. You and I started our new lives to- gether the night we first said we loved each other. And I can't wait to share that new life with a baby." He took her in his arms. "I love you, Diana Lee Cooper-Wilkins." "I love you, too, Harry Truman," she replied, then held up her glass. "Here's to new lives." He took her glass from her and set both glasses on the coffee table. "To new lives," he agreed. They finished the toast by joining their lips in a deep, lov- ing kiss. T H E E N D Media Reviews By Kimberly Murphy And Holly Wolverton Before BATMAN, there was THE SHADOW. In the history of trou- bled billionaires donning disguises at night, THE SHADOW told the story of Lamont Cranston before Bruce Wayne's story filled DC Com- ics' pages. Now, the radio drama has come to life on the big screen in one of the best adaptations since Tim Burton brought The Dark Knight to the silver screen in 1989. Alec Baldwin (BEETLEJUICE, HUNT FOR RED OCTOBER) plays Lamont Cranston, a former drug lord who is captured by a Tibetan monk and retrained to fight evil as his penance for doing it. Cranston's power is a kind of hypnotic telepathy; he has the power to "cloud men's minds", which he uses to make himself invisible to evildoers except for his shadow (because light itself can never be fooled). Cranston lives an exciting double life in what is apparently a gla- morized version of the 30's, playing the town as a billionaire playboy and building up a secret network of helpers from those he saves as The Shadow (each identified with a gold bloodstone ring given them upon their rescue), until he meets his match in two ways: Cranston loses his heart to an enchanting-but-scatterbrained Margot Lane (Penelope Ann Miller), and The Shadow must fight his evil counterpart, Shawan Khan (John Lone), last descendant of Gen- ghis Khan, who has a hypnotic telepathy of his own and is seeking to bring life as we know it to an end using elements that have nev- er been combined before (Scientist to Cranston: "It would take some kind of implosive explosive device to disrupt the atomic structure of the world." Cranston: "An `atomic bomb'." Scien- tist: "Catchy."). Forget trying to follow the plot; like BATMAN, the plot isn't the point. The point is the look and feel of the movie, and this movie has glamour and pizazz to spare. The special effects are brilliant (at one point, as water rises in an enclosed room, the invisible Shadow's legs make deep dents in the rising water) and very well used throughout, so that they are not intrusive but rath- er a part of the story. Like BATMAN, there's also a large assort ment of anachronistic gadgetry (pneumatic tubes delivering messages over a sophisticated network, video phones, elaborate neon bill- boards) that somehow work with the story as well. And the acting-- Baldwin, Miller, Lone, Peter Boyle as Cranston's driver, Tim Curry as an evil scientist in league with Lone, Ian McKeller as another scientist whose discoveries are exploited by Khan--is also first- rate. THE SHADOW is the perfect summer movie: Fun to watch, attrac tive-looking, and not terribly taxing on the brain. Go see it. -- Kimberly Murphy * * * * * * * * If you're a fan of grade-Z Japanese monster movies like GOD- ZILLA VERSUS THE SMOG MONSTER, you'll probably love this unbelieva- bly schlocky `60s Sci-Fi show called ULTRA 7, running aperiodically on TNT. It's the story of a mysterious fellow named Dan who has the ability to transform himself into the mighty Ultra 7, a giant costumed superhero and the new and unimproved version of Ultraman, one of the world's most popular fantasy action characters, though I don't understand why. In every episode of this horrendously dubbed Japanese import-- the dialogue bears no relation whatsoever to the movement of the actors' lips--a futuristic organization known as Ultra Squad fights to save Earth from cartoonish extraterrestrial invaders. Ultra 7 is given to striking graceful karate poses while zapping his adver- saries with some kind of high-energy cosmic rays. Shows like this are so breathtakingly awful that they have an appeal all their own, but like another show of type, MIGHTY MORPH- IN' POWER RANGERS, ULTRA 7 is very weak on logic--also on plot, characterization, intelligence, and production values. This is the kind of show in which the wires on the flying saucers are always completely visible and guys in ridiculously phony monster outfits wreak spectacular destruction on cities obviously constructed from plastic and papier-mƒche. In short, ULTRA 7 is indescribably stupid. For all its campi- ness and stylized action, it's a dull an unimaginative show with little to recommend it. However, if you insist, watch for it at 6:00 a.m. on TNT, where it appears irregularly. **-- Holly Wolverton COMM PANEL 9740-E Covered Wagon Dr. Laurel, MD 20723-1512 (301) 490-3706 kamurphy@aaie.com [We've really gotten some good letters recently--and we'd love to see more! Readers, feel free to drop us commentary on anything you've read--good, bad, indifferent, but we'd love to hear from you. See the address above or on the contents page.] * * * * * * * * Thanks for shareware issue 71 of POWER STAR. I loved it, especially "DUNE: The Musical"! "The boy who would be Kwisatz Haderach"--love it! My subscription order is on its way--sign me up for a year of this stuff and send me a paper copy of that great shareware issue! Arthur Adams arthurca@aol.com [Thanks, Arthur, for those words of praise. By now, you should have gotten your copies of issues 71 and 77 and I hope you enjoyed them as much . . . KAM] * * * * * * * * As Captain Scarlet said himself in the episode "Winged Assas sin", "It's great to be back!" I was beginning to think I wouldn't live to see the day when the favorite TV show of my formative years, CAPTAIN SCARLET AND THE MYSTERONS, would return to the air- waves, albeit in Swiss cheese format on the Sci-Fi Channel. [Well, it's gone again, but hopefully only temporarily. I've been in touch with Max Lansing of SFC on America Online (internet address: maxsfc@aol.com), and he reports that he's gotten a lot of negative feedback to the removal of SCARLET and STINGRAY from the 6:30 a.m. EST weekday time slot. He indicated that one or both may be rotat- ed back into the lineup when an opening occurs.] Thanks, Kimberly, for first noticing the series, then remembering my earlier works in POWER STAR and hounding me to send you more! [Now, now. I didn't hound you, did I? Don't answer that.] Your use of "Moonlight Rhapsody" and all my photographs in issue 75, along with your glow- ing words of praise, was very flattering. I look forward to the possibility of seeing some more of my material in future issues, as well as any feedback from your readership. [See this issue for both.] It is truly an honor that your stories include so many aspects of my universe. This has a lot to do with the fact that we both have what is called a "pure" view of the series; i.e., we formed our ideas almost exclusively from the series itself and not from "outside" influences such as the annuals, TV21 comics, etc. Some things, of course, like the characters' backgrounds and "real" names, have to come from outside sources, but our ideas of the per- sonalities of the characters come from the basic premise of the se- ries. This is especially important with keeping to the moral guidelines of the original series; part of the charm was that we had a 1960's (2060's?) hero character who was believable. [Much of the credit for my use of the SCARLET characters must go to you, Ma- ry, for it was you who helped me wade through the early stages of my writing where I didn't understand the characters as well as I should have in order to start writing about them. Together, we've had a lot of fun discussing these characters--their personalities, their lives, their pasts, presents, and futures. I think it's helped both of our writing.] I enjoyed "The Gold Standard" [issue 75], except for having to wade through some of the more technical parts of it; I especially liked your portrayal of Lieutenant Green as it was very similar to my portrayal of him in "Do Thunderbolts Strike Twice" [issues 36 and 48]. [I tried to borrow both from your interpretation and from various uses of him throughout the series as the Cloudbase "engi neering expert", as Scarlet calls him in "Lunarville 7".] The only thing I would have done differently would be to have the first bank branch to be affected be in Tokyo instead of London. Of course, that would have changed the story completely. [I kept remembering the old headline that read something like "CHANNEL FOGBOUND--EUROPE CUT OFF" when I was writing that. The Brits have always believed England the center of everything, and since this was based on a British kid's show . . . ] I, like you, love writing about off-duty life on Cloudbase, simply because that is what was so lacking in the series--due to the half-hour format for the most part--and what is mostly cut out of the SFC broadcasts. The constant banter between the characters --whether on paper or in our conversations  --is an essential part of the chemistry and should never be omitted. [For a prime example of this, see the new FOX broadcasts of THUNDERBIRDS, stripped to their essential plotlines and cut to a half-hour. Stripped to their bare essentials, THUNDERBIRDS' plots are banal, to say the least. And all the interaction between the characters was removed. I've never been a big THUNDERBIRDS fan, and cutting to a half-hour may not be a bad idea, but I think too much was excised to make it "fit the 90's".] Since you've invited me to write a Letter of Comment, I might as well get in a plug (heh-heh) for my own thing. I am Central Mailer for APA-CENTURY 21, an Amateur Press Association [letter- zine] devoted exclusively to the SuperMarionation and live-action works of Gerry and Sylvia Anderson. We are always looking for new members to get in on the discussions of all Anderson series from SUPERCAR to TERRIBLE--oops, TERRAHAWKS. There are no dues, but you must keep a postage account [around $5] and have minimum contributions per year [one every other issue, and the APA comes out quarterly]. We currently have 14 members [including yours truly  ] but are always looking for more. For more information, contact me: Mrs. Mary J. Rudy Central Mailer, APA-CENTURY 21 4507 Comly St. Philadelphia, PA 19135-4015 USA (215) 289-1957 Again, thanks for letting me have a major part in your SCARLET universe and I look forward to regaling you and your readers with more tales of the good Captain. S.I.G.! Mary J. Rudy Central Mailer, APA-CENTURY 21 Philadelphia, PA [And may your Spectrum always be green, Mary. Readers, APA- CENTURY 21 is a must-read for Anderson fans everywhere. Here's your chance to discuss your favorite THUNDERBIRDS, UFO, or SPACE: 1999 theory with others who at least speak your language. Drop a SASE to Mary for more information . . . KAM] * * * * * * * * Hello, Kimberly! It was great to get to talk to you the other day! I, too, am glad we share a lot of the same views of CAPTAIN SCARLET and his friends. Thanks so much for POWER STAR #75, which I stayed up all night reading! All the stories and the articles were terrific--congratulations to everyone on a job well done! I especially enjoyed "The Gold Standard"; your writing is tight, con- cise, and extremely easy to read. It flows smoothly and easily. The plot was very interesting, even if Lieutenant Green lost me about halfway through his analysis--you must be a computer guru or something! [Close. I'm a DoD computer scientist working as a Sys- tems Administrator.] Your characterizations were so precise that as I read the dialogue, I could hear our heroes speaking! Very well done. My only complaint? Well, being a Captain Blue lover, I was a little disappointed that Adam wasn't given equal time. Banished to New York (my home state)! Oh, well, for story cohesion I know Lieutenant Green is certainly more qualified than Blue in the "computer department"--at least for this adventure. I look forward to more of your SCARLET work in the future. Mary Rudy's trip through the recesses of Scarlet's mind and anguish in "Moonlight Rhapsody" was equally well-written. A brief but poignant story of lovers who finally get together--I liked it a lot! I'm not sure Rhapsody and Scarlet make a proper pair--Des- tiny and Scarlet is more believable, at least to me--but Mary's in- depth treatment of Scarlet's yearnings for Rhapsody (over an ex- tended period--finally ignited by afternoon tea, no less!) was a real pleasure to read. Thank you, Mary. I'm looking forward to reading more of your SCARLET material, too. I'm sending along some half-tones of some SCARLET photos I have. Hopefully you can use them. [See the paper copy of this is- sue.] Until next time I hear from you, S.I.G.! Lorrie Marchini Penrose, NC [Thanks, Lorrie, for your glowing letter of praise. As you can see in your paper copy, I put at least one of your half-tones to good use this issue--great shot of Scarlet in the SPJ! Thanks again for taking the time to write and I hope to see some of your great work in the future that you keep telling me about! . . . KAM] * * * * * * * * Thank you for the interest you showed in our club's "Pilot Newsletter", dated October 1992, by reviewing it in your zine (is- sue 57). This was way back in the beginning of the founding of our club, Fantasy And Fiction Not Including Reality (FAFNIR). Although we as a club, the five founding members, have met over the years, our newsletter, now known as FAFNIR TIMES, was off to a slow start. We are presently working on a special edition, which will be the first one of its namesake. Upon completion we will mail one out to you. We did enjoy issue 57 with its review of PILOT NEWSLETTER. Because of our slow start, we have chosen to begin open membership in January 1995. The newsletter will go out quarterly, with spe- cial editions in between. In the meantime, anyone who enjoys our newsletter and would like to receive whatever special issues are produced between now and January, SASEs and small donations are ap- preciated. Anyone choosing to do this is considered a "Friend of FAFNIR" and will receive an honorary membership package. I am in- cluding a flyer for this purpose. [See the paper copy of this is- sue.] If you will send us your list of available issues, I'll see to it that our membership gets a chance to look them over for future orders. In the meantime, I'm enclosing a list of orders from your current flyer. Look toward the future for reviews in our next is- sues. For anyone wishing to contact us, my home phone is (609) 646- 6935 and my office is (609) 485-5676. If possible, can you provide me with yours? [See graphic, first page of Comm Panel.] FAFNIR Forever! Sara "Omega" Malouf Editor, FAFNIR TIMES McKee City, NJ [Thanks, Sara, for the update on your club's activities. I look forward to hearing from you in the future as well . . . KAM] Ye Olde Collectibles And Trivia Shoppe By Bennet Pomerantz HOME SWEET HOME I just flew back from the 1994 American Booksellers Associati- on Convention . . . and boy, are my arms tired! (Sound of rimshot followed by reader groaning) Previewing what's coming up seems easy--and is! It's the traveling across the country and the time changes that takes it all out of me. So, I'm back home . . . after meeting Stan Lee, Ray Bradbury, Donald Westlake, Joe Mantegna, Dean Koontz, Don Davis, 100 audio publishers, Barney the Dinosaur, 150 print publishers, Steven Spielberg, 16 role-playing game companies, Ridley Pearson, Spider- man, Carol Higgins Clark, Batman, two Klingons, Wally (Famous) Amos, and Dr. Ruth, I'm ready to settle back at the computer and write my column. Boy, it's good to be home! BEAM IN THE START OF THE STAR TREK BOOKS If someone said to you that STAR TREK is over since the demise of TNG, I wouldn't make a bet on it. Come October and November, the public will have a STAR TREK stampede on the book stores and comic shops. A good choice to start with is Random House audio's ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW I LEARNED FROM WATCHING STAR TREK. This touch- ing hour program is thoughtful as well as funny. In the same (jug- ular) vein as THE NITPICKER'S GUIDE FOR THE NEXT GENERATION TREK KERS comes THE NITPICKER'S GUIDE FOR CLASSIC TREKKERS from DTP Trade Paperbacks. This book, which covers the TV series and the six films, comes just in the nick of time for the November movie release of STAR TREK:GENERATIONS. If anyone can't forget the bad taste that William Shatner left in our mouth with his insiders Star Trek book and audio book (STAR TREK MEMORIES) last year, well . . . he's ba-a-a-ck in writing mode with STAR TREK MOVIE MEMORIES due in late November to include "be- hind-the-scenes stories of STAR TREK:GENERATIONS". However, there is also another TEK book due out in November. However, if Shatner's memories aren't your cup of tea, there will also be some other crew biographies in your stardated future. George Takei (ST's Sulu) will take the helm in both audio and print forms for Simon & Schuster in October as he beams in his biography, TO THE STARS. The lovely Nichelle Nichols (ST's Uhura) will trade her com station on the bridge for an audio mike and a printing press; her biography, BEYOND UHURA, hits bookshelves in November from Putnam Press and lands into the audiobook sections in Decem- ber. AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY STONE AGE I like THE FLINTSTONES cartoons. If you do too, I'm glad. If not, I really wish you would see the amazing ideas that this car- toon (and now live action) production has. In October, Turner Press is releasing THE FLINTSTONES: A MOD- ERN STONE-AGE PHENOMENON. This book shows and shares recollections of the ideas which shaped this series into a world wide icon. For under $30.00, it is well worth your time and money. From Rhino records, MODERN STONE-AGE MELODIES is the original rock-and-roll tunes from the TV version of THE FLINTSTONES. These musical chestnuts have been unearthed for the true fan of the se- ries. Oh, by the way, don't shut your CD players down after the music stops on the 23th cut, like most pop albums (can you really still call them that anymore?)--there is an extra surprise is you wait long enough. CON-FAB CORNER I will be at Kaleidoscope on the third weekend of September in Lynchburg, VA, along with POWER STAR Managing Editor Kimberly Mur- phy (a big hit at the recent NoVaCon). Then I will be hosting the writer's panel at Rising Star III in Salem, VA. Guests at Rising Star include Brinke Stevens, Hal Clements, Mike Allen and ELF- QUEST's Vickie Murphy. So until next time, lets be good to each other! NEWS Compiled By Kimberly Murphy, Bennet Pomerantz, And Jerry Seward The man inside Godzilla, Japan's most famous monster, hopes to use his alter ego to persuade millions of movie viewers of the evils of nuclear war. "After the scenes of rampage and destructi- on, Godzilla always walks back into the ocean and returns home," actor Kenpachiro Satsuma told a group of reporters recently. "What I am trying to express, just with my back as I walk away, is a warning against nuclear destruction. The silent message I am try- ing to convey is that Godzilla will come back and fight if people keep producing terror by developing nuclear weapons," said Satsuma, who has been the man inside the Godzilla suit for almost a decade. Godzilla has indeed come back again and again. This year marks the 40th anniversary of the original 1954 movie, in which "Godzilla, King of the Monsters," was jolted from prehistoric lethargy by American atomic bomb tests on Bikini atoll. The latest GODZILLA film, GODZILLA VERSUS SPACE GODZILLA, is scheduled to hit the thea- tres in December. The last interview of Brandon Lee, the young actor killed dur- ing the filming of THE CROW, will be included in the videocassette release of the film. Lee, the son of karate film star Bruce Lee, died during the filming of THE CROW when a gun that was supposed to shoot blanks instead fired real bullets. The young actor gave an extensive, on-camera interview shortly before his death for the filmmakers, in which he talked about his character, career and, be- cause of the film's themes, his views on life and death. Some of the interview has appeared earlier, but a great deal has never been released. The video will be available in stores September 14. Nicole Kidman will play Chase Meridian, Batman's new love in- terest, in BATMAN FOREVER, joining new Batman Val (WILLOW, THE DOORS) Kilmer. She replaces Rene (LETHAL WEAPON III) Russo, who was rumored to be dropping out of the cast when Val Kilmer replaced Michael Keaton as the Dark Knight. Sources said Warner wanted a younger actress opposite Kilmer, though Russo's publicist said only a scheduling problem kept the actor from doing the film. Kidman's signing puts in place all the major pieces for director Joel Schu- macher after several shifts in casting. Robin Williams was long reported to be the first choice for the Riddler but the studio in- stead offered the role to Jim (THE MASK) Carrey. In late July, Keaton decided not to reprise the role for the three-quel, opening the door for Kilmer. VARIETY reported that Warner offered the Chase Meridian role to Robin (THE PRINCESS BRIDE) Wright, but she passed, opening the door for Kidman. Ironically, one of Kidman's most recent movies was MY LIFE, opposite Michael Keaton. BATMAN FOREVER begins shooting in mid-September and will also star Tommy Lee Jones as the villain Harvey (Two Face) Dent and Chris O'Donnell as Robin. With THE MASK having opened extremely hot and successful, New Line Cinema can give some of the credit to one of the most innova tive marketing campaigns ever, having formed alliances to promote the picture on CompuServe, America Online and eWorld. Digitized film clips from THE MASK are available on all three online computer networks as well as on CompuServe's monthly CD-ROM magazine, with director Charles Russell participating in a live interview with America Online subscribers. To blanket cyberspace with audio and video from the film, New Line has joined forces with CompuServe's "Entertainment Drive" and with "Hollywood Online" (which appears on CompuServe, AOL and the new eWorld service). "Entertainment Drive," which unveiled its "Mask" area in late July, is offering nine MASK film highlight clips, including an introduction to the pic's special effects and a behind-the-scenes "Entertainment To- night"-like clip. "Hollywood Online", meanwhile, has agreed to run the film's trailer and a MASK game incorporating catch phrases from the film. Both services will feature production notes, photos and cast biographies. Like THE LION KING, the service's MASK clips had to be assigned to their own area on the network to make room for all the users attempting to access them. Thousands have already downloaded the highlights. "We have a fairly good reputation at being guerrilla marketers . . . we've had to uncover every market ing stone available to us. [Online services] seemed like a perfect marriage for us," said New Line's theatrical marketing president, Chris Pula. New Line's online foray won't end with THE MASK, though; the studio's WES CRAVEN'S NEW NIGHTMARE, the upcoming NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET entry, which opens nationally October 21, also will rely on a widespread multimedia campaign. THE X-FILES is the latest entertainment vehicle to go online as Delphi Internet Services announced it will collaborate with Twentieth Network Television's successful show to provide an online special-interest group where viewers can participate in discussions about the TV series. In addition, online users will be able to in- teract directly with Chris Carter, the show's creator and executive producer, as well as writers and producers, through a series of live conference sessions. Fans of the FOX show will also be able to download database information about the series and photos of the show's stars, participate in polls focusing on specific episodes and obtain a programming schedule and episode guide. According to Carter, who will write an introduction for THE X-FILES special-in- terest group, online interest for the show began to brew last sea- son. "One of the first indications of the show's success was the amount of online communication regarding the show," Carter said. "I would get 70 pages of mail delivered every week where people had been discussing the show. It's like having the audience call your home." Arnold Schwarzenegger, hotly pursued since Carolco put CRUSADE on hold, is close to choosing his next project. VARIETY reported that he has agreed to star in Caravan Pictures' THE DISCIPLE, con- tingent on finding a director. Schwarzenegger would star in the thriller for Disney-based producers Joe Roth and Roger Birnbaum if a director can be found who meets Schwarzenegger's approval. It would be his first Disney film. Jan De Bont, who just signed a deal to direct Tri-Star's GODZILLA, was originally attached to the project. THE DISCIPLE was brought into Caravan in April when Roth and Birnbaum purchased the Randy Feldman speculative script. THE DISCIPLE, formerly titled FROM THE DARKNESS, is about a New York City businessman who discovers that the hallucinations he has been seeing are real. While movie rights to comic-book superheroes such as BATMAN, SUPERMAN, THE MASK, and SPIDERMAN have been bought by Hollywood studios for the big screen, one comics publisher has teamed with a high-tech company to bring a comic book to virtual life beyond the silver screen. WEAPON ZERO, a new comic-book series published by Top Cow Productions, is to be developed for virtual reality enter tainments by Greystone Technology Inc. The WEAPON ZERO deal is a joint venture between the two companies, a Greystone spokesman said, with rights to the characters retained by publisher Top Cow and the digital rights (including interactive game rights) going to Greystone. The company expects WEAPON ZERO to be released next summer. Top Cow, headed by comic-book artist Marc Silvestri, pub- lishes comics franchises such as CYBER FORCE, CODENAME:STRYKE FORCE, and THE DARKNESS. WEAPON ZERO is a sci-fi space action se- ries populated by two alien races at war with superheroes and super villains. Actress Isabella (BLUE VELVET) Rosselini and actor Gary (DRA- CULA) Oldman recently announced their engagement. It will be the third marriage for her and the second for him. POWER STAR issues 61 and 73 will be among the zines reviewed in a roundup of TWIN PEAKS fan fiction for issue 15 of the main stream semi-professional zine WRAPPED IN PLASTIC, considered the most reliable source for TP discussions and news. Look for it lat- er this year. Thanks to interactive video, the fate of SPIDERMAN and the X- MEN will soon be in your hands. Video game publisher Acclaim En- tertainment Inc. has acquired rights to produce software based on the Marvel comic book and television characters and other superhe- roes. Under the agreement with Marvel Entertainment Group Inc., Acclaim will have exclusive rights to THE FANTASTIC FOUR and IRON MAN for home video, coin-operated arcade games and computer-based interactive videogames. It will also translate Marvel's SPIDERMAN and X-MEN into interactive entertainment media. Issue 30 Primary story: "Satisfaction", part one of a four-part BATMAN story where Batman and Robin--a costumed Vicki Vale--take on The Penguin. Also: "Revenge Is A Double-Sided Coin", part one of a three-part BATMAN story about a mysterious rash of bombings in Gotham City where the warning notes refer to the flip of a coin; "Happy Birthday, Sam", a QUANTUM LEAP short story about Sam's leap into an acquaintance's past. Issue 35 Primary story: "Beware Of A Fool's Mate", a TWIN PEAKS story that takes place between the Laura Palmer murder and the Windom Earle mystery, where Agent Cooper has been shot again and a mys- terious agent named D.L. Wilkins arrives in town to investigate. Also: "Cries Of The Courageous", part one of a four-part STAR TREK:THE NEXT GENERATION script where the ENTERPRISE is assigned to ameliorate relations between an affluent management faction and a striking labor force on a Federation world that threatens to explode into civil war; "A Serpent In Paradise", part one of a four-part TOTAL RECALL story where, on a reborn Mars, nightmares are troubling Quaid, leading him to wonder if Hauser is regaining control; conclusion of "Satisfaction". Issue 36 Primary story: "Through A Glass, Darkly", a BATMAN story based on Karen Haber and Robert Silverberg's "Batman In Nighttown", where Bruce Wayne encounters a Batman and Joker lookalike at a charity ball. Also: "Do Thunderbolts Strike Twice?", part one of a two-part CAPTAIN SCARLET AND THE MYSTERONS story, where the Mysterons threaten a day of celebration in Washington, DC; part two of "Cries Of The Courageous". Issue 39 Primary story: "Two-Pronged Attack", a TWIN PEAKS story that follows up the attempted assassination of Cooper in "Beware Of A Fool's Mate" (issue 35) by asking the question: Was Cooper's would-be assassin caught in the act--or was he just a decoy? Al- so: Book reviews of THE FIRST AMERICANS and MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA; part two of "A Serpent In Paradise". Issue 41 Primary story: "Zara", an original story about a beautiful alien and the lengths two warring commanders--one her common-law hus- band, one her lover and the father of her child--go to protect her. Also: Interviews with authors Somtow Sucharitkul and P.E. Cunningham; reports from TWIN PEAKS parties in Washington, DC, and Baltimore, MD; part three of "Cries Of The Courageous"; conclusion of "Ultimate Truth". Issue 42 Primary story: "Bridge Between Worlds", part one of a two-part TWIN PEAKS story which resolves the series' cliffhanger and brings F.B.I. Special Agent Diane Wilkins to Twin Peaks once more. Also: "To Dale And Diane", a TWIN PEAKS poem; book re- views of THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF F.B.I. SPECIAL AGENT DALE COOPER and WELCOME TO TWIN PEAKS: AN ACCESS GUIDE TO THE TOWN; a view- er's guide to ALIEN NATION; "Excursions Into Academia", Cinda Gillilan's call for information on and study of fandom; "Only Half The Man"; part one of a three-part MANIMAL story which finds Jonathan Chase caught between man and animal form after receiving a severe electric shock; "They Don't Make Them Like They Used To", part one of a three-part STAR TREK:THE NEXT GENERATION story where Data builds an android version of Tasha Yar. Issue 43 Primary story: Part two of "Bridge Between Worlds", where Diane must rescue Dale's soul from the Black Lodge--but only if she can face her own deepest fears. Also: "Back Alley Crisis", a G.I. JOE story told from Cat's point of view; part four of the five- part G.I. JOE story "Operation: Paradise Lost"; part five of the seven-part original script-story "Twisted Web 2: Resurrection". Issue 44 "Two Souls", part one of a five-part TWIN PEAKS script where Dale and Diane--their ordeal in the Black Lodge over--attempt to re- build their lives in Twin Peaks, much to the dismay of Benjamin Horne, who vows to rid the town of the two F.B.I. agents any way he can. But Benjamin may have bitten off more than he can chew by recruiting unscrupulous mortgage broker Jack Allenback to aid him in his pursuit. Issue 45 Part two of "Two Souls", which finds D.E.A. Special Agent Dennis "Denise" Bryson arriving with bad news for Dale and Diane about a notorious drug dealer who's headed for Twin Peaks--a drug dealer who launders his money through brokering mortgages. Issue 46 Part three of "Two Souls", which finds Dale and Diane tracking the trail of drug dealer John Allen, Benjamin accelerating his plans to purchase Dale's mortgage, and Jack Allenback's prepara- tion for his own assault on the twin agents. Issue 48 Primary story: Part four of "Two Souls", where Jack Allenback accelerates his plans to stop Dale and Diane as they rapidly close in on him. Also: Conclusion of "Do Thunderbolts Strike Twice?". Issue 49 Primary story: Conclusion of "Cries Of The Courageous", where civil war threatens to engulf the mining planet of Yervossa, and the Away Team--including Picard--are trapped in the middle of the hostilities. Also: Conclusion of "Two Souls". The POWER STAR Yearbook SPECIAL ALL-TWIN PEAKS ISSUE! Two color covers add to the cost of this special issue, a perfect introduction into the POWER STAR version of the TWIN PEAKS universe; cost is $15.00. In this issue: Kimberly Murphy's trilogy of PEAKS stories introducing Diane and resolving the series' cliffhanger, including revisions to "Beware Of A Fool's Mate" and "Two-Pronged Attack" to cover "truths" revealed in the series' later episodes, are combined into a single anthology called "The Saga Of Dale And Diane". Issue 50 Special Celebration Issue! Color covers of STAR TREK and QUANTUM LEAP add to the cost of this much larger issue; this issue costs $15.00. Primary story: "My Brother's Keeper", part one of a three-part QUANTUM LEAP story about Sam leaping into Al during his days as a P.O.W. in Vietnam. Also: "I Will Not Be Pushed", part one of a three-part PRISONER story that finds Number Six back in the Village after twenty years; an episode guide to BE YOND REALITY; a viewer's guide to NIGHTMARE CAFE; an editorial on CreationCons; the history of STAR TREK's Lt. Commander Gary Mitchell; review of the European version of the TWIN PEAKS pilot. Issue 51 Primary story: "Voices Through The Gateway", part one of a four- part TWIN PEAKS story in which Dale is accidentally injected with a mysterious drug during a hostage rescue and begins to experience increased psychic sensations. Also: "Penny's Diary", part one of a two-part LOST IN SPACE story about the Robinsons' ordeal on planet Monotony; an episode guide to MANIMAL; reviews of ALIEN3 and BATMAN RETURNS; part two of "Only Half The Man"; part two of "My Brother's Keeper"; part two of "I Will Not Be Pushed". Issue 52 Primary story: Conclusion of "My Brother's Keeper", which finds Sam in Al's form leading an escape from a Viet Cong prison camp. Also: "The Warrior", a STAR WARS short-short; "Comes The Chee- tah", part one of a multi-part FLASH story, about a deadly female CIA operative who has Barry Allen's powers and who has been sent to kill him; "The Renewal Run", part one of a three-part LOGAN'S RUN story, a story that takes place just before the end of the M-G-M film and is based on the unfinished Marvel Comics story by John Warner; STAR TREK:THE NEXT GENERATION submission guidelines, courtesy of Paramount Pictures; conclusion of "Penny's Diary"; conclusion of "I Will Not Be Pushed"; part two of the four-part BATMAN story "You Can't Keep A Good Joker Down"; part two of "Voices Through The Gateway". Issue 53 Primary story: A belated tribute to the late, great Gene Rodden- berry. Also: "If Only I Had Known" and "The Ending Of The Game", STAR TREK poetry; Starfleet Engineering excerpts on food replicators; a history of the U.S.S. SURAK; a report from the FANEX 6 convention; fanzine reviews of MIDNIGHT MARQUEE, BLOOD TIMES, and SCARLET STREET; review of TWIN PEAKS:FIRE WALK WITH ME; "Home For The Weekend", part one of a three-part STARMAN story, where Paul Forrester, Jenny Hayden, and their son Scott reteam with SETI agent Mark Shermin to find the Starman's lost spaceship; "Reunion: The Men In Black Incident", part one of a four-part PROJECT:U.F.O. story that finds Jake Gatlin and Harry Fitz searching for the real reason aliens may have been visiting Earth; part two of the six-part original script-story "Night- Speak"; part three of "Voices Through The Gateway". Issue 54 Primary Story: Conclusion of "Voices Through The Gateway", where Diane and Harry race against time to save Dale's sanity while Dale battles the voices coming through his subconscious gateway that threaten to overwhelm him. Also: Universe guides to TWIN PEAKS and COUNTERSTRIKE; "The Savage She-Hulk", part one of a three-part SHE-HULK story that recreates the green-skinned Ama zon's origins; conclusion of "Only Half The Man". Issue 57 SPECIAL FANTASTIC TELEVISION ISSUE! A salute to Sci-Fi/Fantasy Television begins with-- would you believe--the return of Maxwell Smart as chief of CONTROL in "The Almost, Absolutely, Positively, Ultimate KAOS Kaper", part one of a new three-part GET SMART story. Also: Peter, Gabrielle, and Stone must save a childhood friend of Peter's from an assassin at a Psychic Fair in the COUN- TERSTRIKE story "The Fortuneteller"; the aftermath of Cooper's experience with the psychic-enhancing drug in "Voices Through The Gateway" (issues 51-54) begins to manifest itself as an investi gation into vandalism at a construction site demands his full attention in part one of a new two-part TWIN PEAKS tale, "So Much As A Nightmare"; "What's Your TV I.Q.?", a quiz for couch pota toes reprinted from COSMOPOLITAN magazine; fanzine reviews of PI- LOT NEWSLETTER, TIME TRAVELLER, and the ST:TNG-inspired script "Jean-Luc Junior". Issue 59 Primary Story: Part two of the four-part COUNTERSTRIKE story "The Man Who Fell From The Sky", where Peter and Nikki encounter the malevolent Strand while Stone and Monique attempt to find them both. Also: A review of MYSTERY SCIENCE THEATRE 3000; part three of "A Serpent In Paradise"; conclusion of "So Much As A Nightmare". Issue 61 SPECIAL ALL-TWIN PEAKS ISSUE! POWER STAR celebrates TWIN PEAKS' third anniversary with this special issue centering around the offbeat Lynch/Frost series. Primary story: "MEANWHILE . . . ", a complete-in-this-issue TWIN PEAKS tale that takes place four months after the Laura Palmer murder, as the town begins to re turn to normal--but not Sarah Palmer's life. Also: "The Rebirth Of Superman", D. Lynn Bivens' take on the possible resurrection of the DC Comics hero; a roundtable discussion between SECRETS OF TWIN PEAKS editor/publisher Doug Giffin and POWER STAR staffers Jerry Seward and Kimberly Murphy on TWIN PEAKS fiction; excerpts from a panel discussion at FANEX 6 featuring Russ Tamblyn (PEAKS' Dr. Jacoby); fanzine reviews of WRAPPED IN PLASTIC and FLASHBACK. Issue 63 A salute to famous detectives! Primary story: "Night Of The Shylock", a complete-in-this-issue Sherlock Holmes/WILD WILD WEST story in which the young Holmes travels to the American West with a theatrical troupe and runs across James West and Artemus Gor- don, who help him solve a blackmail case. Also: BATMAN returns in two stories, trying to find a serial killer dubbed "The Mad Hatter" in part one of a multi-part story, "The Tea Party", then racing against time to rescue Alexander Knox and Gotham City from the Joker's deadly positron plastique in the conclusion of "You Can't Keep A Good Joker Down"; Agent Cooper ponders the mysteries of a coffee vending machine prior to his arrival in TWIN PEAKS in the short-short "Tapes Withheld, #1", then teams with his twin sister Diane to find a killer with an affinity for mixed-gender twins in part one of a four-part script-story, "Yin And Yang"; a press biography of BEYOND REALITY's Carl Marotte (Dr. J.J. Still- man). Issue 64 It came from Outer Space! Primary story: A "Time Warp Tales" special reprint of an ALIEN NATION story, "The Slagtown Conspir acy". Also: ALIEN NATION filksongs "Some Like It Raw" and "The Ballad Of The Newcomers"; conclusion of "A Serpent In Paradise"; part three of "The Man Who Fell From The Sky"; part two of "Re union: The Men In Black Incident"; part two of "Home For The Weekend". Issue 65 Friday The 13th Festival! Primary stories: Ryan and Jack must save Micki from a haunted house in the conclusion of "Down At The End Of Lonely Street" and from Jason himself in the conclusion of "The Truth Behind The Mask". Also: Agent Cooper oversleeps pri- or to his arrival in TWIN PEAKS and describes the experience to Diane in the second "Tapes Withheld"; a movie review of JURASSIC PARK; part two of "Yin And Yang". Issue 66 Fantastic Television Festival! Our annual salute to TV begins with part one of a multi-part SPACE:1999 script-story that finds Koenig questioning the reason for their strange adventures, "The Devil's Sweets". Also: Sam Beckett leaps into a mental patient whose wife is conspiring to steal his land in the complete-in- this-issue QUANTUM LEAP story "Pardon My Insanity"; a SPACE:1999 "tech sheet" on Alpha as the "Hub Of Our Solar System: Lunar Transportation Node"; TWIN PEAKS' Agent Cooper tangles with a cantankerous stapler in the third "Tapes Withheld"; a FLASH filk- song, "You Won't See Him"; FLASHBACK editor/publisher Steve Bev- erly reviews the Golden Age sci-fi classic series SCIENCE FICTION THEATER; part two of "Comes The Cheetah"; part three of "Yin And Yang". Issue 70 HAPPY NEW YEAR! Primary story: Sam Beckett leaps into an Air Force officer investigating U.F.O.s in the complete-in-this-issue QUANTUM LEAP story "Space Case". Also: J. Calvin Smith's one-shot STAR TREK:THE NEXT GENERATION comic "Some Days It Just Don't Pay"; book review of A TWIN PEAKS INTERPRETATION; conclusion of "Yin And Yang". Issue 72 Our version of March Madness! Primary story: The struggle against the Visitors of V goes on with a new agent to take up the battle in the complete-in-this-issue story "Death Dreams". Also: The first ever JURASSIC PARK filksong, "Meat Eater"; Sam Beckett QUANTUM LEAPs into the life of INVISIBLE MAN Dr. Dan Westin in part one of a crossover adventure called "Leap In, Fade Out"; part two of "The Almost, Absolutely, Positively Ultimate KAOS Ka- per". Issue 73 TWIN PEAKS ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL! Primary story: Ben Horne's up to no good in the complete-in-this-issue story "Boys Night Out". Also: Cartoonist J. Calvin Smith turns out "A Musical Guide To TWIN PEAKS For The Very Young"; Cooper discovers the joy of tem perature regulation in Federal buildings in the latest "Tapes Withheld"; conclusion of the Russ Tamblyn interview. Issue 75 GERRY ANDERSON CELEBRATION! Primary story: CAPTAIN SCARLET AND THE MYSTERONS face off over the world economy in the complete-in- this-issue story "The Gold Standard". Also: Act two of the SPACE:1999 script "The Devil's Sweets", in which the alien ship encountered at the end of act one is close enough so its gravita- tional forces threaten Alpha's existence; CAPTAIN SCARLET mulls over an important decision in the short-short "Moonlight Rhap- sody"; reviews of Anderson productions TERRAHAWKS, STINGRAY, FIREBALL XL-5, SPACE:1999, THUNDERBIRDS, and UFO; universe guides to SPACE:1999 and CAPTAIN SCARLET AND THE MYSTERONS. POWER STAR Past Stories (Cross-Referenced By "Universe") (* = Still In Progress) ALIEN NATION Viewer's Guide: 42 "The Slagtown Conspiracy": 64 "Some Like It Raw": 64 "The Ballad Of The Newcomers": 64 "We All Live In An Alien Nation": 78 CAPTAIN SCARLET AND THE MYSTERONS "Do Thunderbolts Strike Twice?": 36, 48 "The Gold Standard": 75 "Moonlight Rhapsody": 75 Universe Guide: 75 QUANTUM LEAP "Happy Birthday, Sam": 30 "My Brother's Keeper": 50, 51, 52 "Pardon My Insanity": 66 "Space Case": 70 "Leap In, Fade Out"*: 72, 90 TWIN PEAKS "Beware Of A Fool's Mate": 35 "Two-Pronged Attack": 39 COOP Party Reports: 41 "Bridge Between Worlds": 42, 43 "To Dale And Diane": 42 "Two Souls": 44, 45, 46, 48, 49 "The Saga Of Dale And Diane": Yearbook TWIN PEAKS European Pilot Video Review: 50 "Voices Through The Gateway": 51, 52, 53, 54 TWIN PEAKS:FIRE WALK WITH ME Movie Review: 53 Universe Guide: 54 "So Much As A Nightmare": 57, 59 TWIN PEAKS Fiction Roundtable: 61 Russ Tamblyn Interview: 61, 73 "MEANWHILE . . . ": 61 "Tapes Withheld": 63, 65, 66, 73 "Yin And Yang": 63, 65, 66, 70 "Boys Night Out": 73 "A Musical Guide To TWIN PEAKS For The Very Young": 73 POWER STAR The Imagination Anthology COMING NEXT TIME: -- A woman and her boyfriend head to Camp Crystal Lake for a mur- derous encounter in the complete-in-this-issue FRIDAY THE 13TH story, "Just the Same" -- Michael Myers is ready to leave the mental hospital--or is he?--in a complete-in-this-issue HALLOWEEN story "Love's First Kiss" -- Vampire enforcers are after Natalie in part two of the FOREVER KNIGHT story "Rogue" -- Teenage vampire Emmeline Cullens encounters an aspect of her past in part three of the original tale "Night People: Night Of The Owl" -- Review of MTV's new sci-fi show DEAD AT 21 DON'T GET TRICKED-- TREAT YOURSELF TO POWER STAR!