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Jul 21 13 8:40 PM
LexiCrowegrapher to the
i'd rather regret the things i've donethan the things i did not do.
Jul 21 13 9:12 PM
Priestess of the Sex God
Jul 21 13 10:15 PM
Terry Thorne paced before a bank of video screens dressed in
black Kevlar. Dino ushered the Crowe Brothers into the makeshift command center
in the basement of Max Skinner’s London
manor. Jack Knife, Captain Aubrey, and Maximus—all military men from ages gone
by—once kitted out in modern commando gear, looked entirely at home with their
brothers in arms.
Bud White folded his arms and gave a sidelong scowl to John
Biebe, while they stared at screens that showed only static. “OK, Thorne,
what’s the juice? Are we gonna stand around all day and watch TV, or are we
gonna go crack some skulls?”
“Easy, Bud. First we need intel. Dino, is the secure link
O’Leary sat in a swiveling chair and put a headset over his
red hair. Punching in a password on the keypad, a secondary screen came to life
and soon displayed the grinning mug of Ed Hoffman behind thick glasses.
“Ed, what do you have for us?” Dino asked. “Any word from
your government contacts?”
“I got some news, and none of it good,” Ed spoke between mouthfuls
of breakfast cereal. “Fortunately I have our nation’s highest security
clearance, and we’ve got access to a secret government program that might just get
us some answers.”
“What kind of secret program?” Richie Roberts asked as he entered
the room, still strapping a holster over his tight blue jeans.
Ed grinned like the Cheshire Cat, and reached for a button,
“Let’s just say, its outta this world. Terry, you might want to take a couple
steps to the left. Take it away, daddy-o.”
As Thorne repositioned himself, a shadow took his place. In
a few seconds, the shadow congealed into a figure of a man, dressed in
strangely organic looking armor.
“By the gods,” Maximus gasped.
“God’s blood!” Aubrey exclaimed.
“What the fuck?” White grumbled.
“I am Jor, House of El, of Krypton,” the figure spoke, his
hands clasped calmly before him. “My race is long dead, but my consciousness
was encrypted into a key. Your government has taken possession of this key. But
now that Ed Hoffman has informed me of the existence of the House of Crowe, I
am at your disposal.”
Terry marveled at the holographic image before him, and
passed his hand through the mirage before he remembered his question: “Jor-El,
can you help us find the location where Jeff Mitchell is being held?”
“The poof plumber,” Hoffman prodded from the remote hookup.
Jor-El waved his hand before the bank of screens. Images of London flashed
chaotically, until they settled on a display of the football stadium. “You will
find your brother here, in the catacombs below the field.” On another screen, a
schematic of the structure pinpointed the precise location.
Maximus stepped up and demanded, “What enemy do we face?”
“Yeah,” John Biebe added. “And how many are we dealing with
“Corporeal bodies?” Jor-El asked. “I detect only two. But
there is another…and he is legion.”
“What the devil does that mean?” Jack Knife asked.
“The devil himself,” Terry surmised. “It’s got to be SID.”
“Fucking Game Boy?” Bud barked. “Jesus Christ!”
“How many times do I have to remind you not to take the
Lord’s name in vain, Brother Bud?” The assembled men turned to see Cort in the
open doorway behind them.
“There you are, Padre,” Thorne called and waved him inside.
“What are you doing here, preacher? Are you our sniper?” Bud
“Sweet Jesus, Tio,”
Cort drawled. “I hope that’s not why you called me down here. You know I want
to help Brother Jeff, but I’ve renounced violence.”
“Don’t worry, Cort, nothing like that,” Terry assured him.
“Pardon me, Mr. Thorne,” Captain Aubrey spoke up. “But I
hope your rescue plan involves more than prayer. I do not imagine the good
parson can exorcise our Sadistic, Intelligent, and Dangerous brother from his
Terry grasped Cort’s shoulder. “I don’t need your bible and
I don’t need your gun, Padre. I need your hair.”
“What?” Cort gasped in disbelief.
Dino stood from his chair and approached the gathered men.
“Cort here is our decoy. No one looks more like sweet Jeffy than the preacher.”
Cort shook his head sadly, and his long hair tumbled into
his eyes. “Whatever I can do to help. Poor Jeff, he must be scared to death. Vamanos, brothers.”
Jul 22 13 1:38 PM
Crowe Crossing MemberBen Perver
Boys, Help is here.KarinAhhhhh, the hair! Not surprising it's all about Corts hair.
Jul 22 13 1:42 PM
Jul 22 13 5:27 PM
Ahhhhh, the hair! Not surprising it's all about Corts hair.
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Wet Russelling Watery Wench
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Jul 23 13 4:53 PM
As jeff sat in the chair, his mind began to drift...to his father...his friends...
Oops wrong chair............sorry.
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Jul 24 13 2:20 PM
Come on Andii, we need some action! Punch someone!
Jul 24 13 2:45 PM
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Jul 24 13 5:12 PM
AndiiV wrote:Laugh it up, harpies. You're gonna be punch drunk when I'm done!
Jul 24 13 6:40 PM
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