Officer Shvaughn Erin of the United Planets Science Police watched with an amused and conceited smile as her task force overwhelmed the Suicide Slum project that held the two rebels, Ferro Lad and Triplicate Girl. Her plan had been a simple one; let loose a nerve agent and hopefully render the rebels unconscious- or dead if needed, she did not really care which. As she watched her various units of the SCU she felt nothing but pride, knowing that they would do what the snooty Legion of Super Bitches could not, namely take out a crippled Twa and a Mutie boy.
Shvaughn laughed. She loved her job.
She could hear the chatter of her agents on-line, bursting with confidence. They had taken the pair unprepared, held up in the cubicle of Ferro Lad, Andrew Nolan. He of course was simple icing on the cake, as their true target was the Triplicate Girl, the young woman claiming to be Duo Damsel of the Legion. The President wanted her. the Legion wanted her, and that meant that Shvaughn wanted her too, more so. Anything to rub it in the faces of Saturn Girl and her snobbish friends.
"Update ladies!" Shvaughn announced, watching through her scanners. She hated to sit out of the way, but there were far too many officers involved for her to be in the middle of things. Gigi was there though. She could handle-
Static…
"Ladies! Update now!"
Officer Erin cursed, biting her lip as she stared at the building, wondering why she had lost contact with her units. Tech malfunction, or was it something else, something more. No way they were getting away. She had all the angles covered. She-
Officer Shvaughn Erin yelped in surprise as the roof of the old building exploded. She saw a quick flash of gray and stared, training her viewer on the quickly retreating form as it arched skyward, smashing through the Metropolis Skyway in the process-
"Out! He's out! Right through the ceiling!"
Shvaughn heard Gigi as she shouted commands to her unit. She was torn between focusing on her lover and watching the streaking gray missile that she knew in her heart of hearts was probably the Nolan boy; Ferro Lad. She did not know that he could fly, then saw a band of pale yellow about his waist through the viewer-
"A Flight Belt?"
Officer Erin watched as the iron missile arched up and away, quickly outdistancing the few skiffs that she had stationed on the perimeter. They were not rocket sleds, and there for ground surveillance and support, not sky chases. Shvaughn sighed. He had been carrying a girl too, probably the Carggite, dammit. What had gone wrong?
"Sucks, doesn't it?"
Shvaughn Erin turned, looking up at the Supergirl as she hovered just overhead staring into the night cycle sky and watching as the gray missile that was Ferro Lad streak away and out of sight. Erin was incredulous-
"Go! You can still catch them!" she shouted, but the Maid of Might simply hovered there, smiling. Finally she turned her attention on the officer-
"Probably. But then, I wasn't called in now was I? I could probably still fry the girl with my Heat Vision- oh, I guess not. Just beyond the horizon…" Supergirl shrugged, "Sorry…"
"You… Bitch!"
Supergirl's eyes blazed red with pent up energy as she focused her gaze on the Science Police officer. "I'd watch just who you call a bitch, dear. I can still fry you and no one would even care…"
Gigi would care. Shvaughn thought, shaking her head. But the Kryptonian was right. Somehow she had fouled up and the rebels had gotten away, just like that. She cursed, chewing on her lower lip-
"Welcome to the club, officer," Supergirl said with a smirk and Erin noticed that her eyes had dimmed, returning to a rich, deep blue, the fire gone. "Ready to work with us now?"
Officer Shvaughn Erin gave a final glance to the Metropolis skyline, staring at the sparkling lights and the beauty of the cool, crisp air. She sighed…
"Yes…"
Part Five: "The Legion of Super Rebels!"
"Luornu!"
Ferro Lad held Luornu Durgo gingerly, not wanting to hurt her in the grip of his stronger, organic metal form. He shook her gently, tapping her face as he surveyed the surrounding rooftops, watching for pursuit. They were safe for the moment, but he knew that would not last long.
"Luornu…"
He saw her eyelids flicker and flutter as she moaned, finally stirring in his tender embrace. He laid her back on the rooftop, resting her head on the folded tails of her longcoat. She moaned again, her head lolling from side to side until she finally pressed her palm into her forehead and opened her eyes. She had beautiful eyes; deep and dark brown, almost black in the dim city lights of the Gotham District. She looked beautiful with her hair pulled back in a tail, her soft skin pale, just slightly flushed in the moonlight.
Andrew Nolan pulled back and stood. He licked his lips as she came awake, moving slightly as she tried to focus. Her long legs folded and stretched, accentuated by her Lycra shorts and black knee boots. Her breasts heaved with every breath, her firm stomach rising and falling from beneath the midriff of her half-shirt. Still, he remembered that she could be as cruel as she was beautiful. He still remembered the laughter when they had forced him down and removed his mask-
"Where…" she asked, sitting up and grabbing her head, massaging her temples. He imagined that she was in some pain, but it could have been much worse. The Science Police had used some nerve agent, flooding his metropolis cubicle when they had attacked. It was only his organic iron form that had saved them, and his will to escape, smashing through the floors of the old building that housed his apartment, the safehouse. Luornu was lucky she had survived smashing through better than fifty floors, lucky that the construction of the building was below standards, lucky that he gave a flying Nas. She was lucky to be alive-
"Andrew?" she finally asked, looking up at him and trying to focus. "What happened?"
She looked weak and helpless, and that alone was enough. She needed him, and he was a hero at heart. Hell, in his armored form he was probably the closest thing to a knight that she would ever see. He crouched down, shifting his body back to flesh as he reached out to put a hand on her knee, let her know that he was there.
"Science Police crashed our party, pumped some nerve gas in through the exhaust ports. Bitches want us bad," he smirked, standing and helping her to her feet, supporting her as she swayed. She was so warm and soft…
"Nerve gas? How did they find us?"
Ferro Lad sighed. "I imagine they found my brother Doug and he talked. Not that he could help it of course. Saturn Girl has a way, y'know? He's tough though, and I imagine he held out to the end. He got the balls, just never had the heart for adventure. Balls and brains, that's my bro. I got the looks."
Luornu forced a smile, looking out over the rooftops at the strange city stretching off to the horizon in every direction. The buildings looked darker here for some reason, older and less kept, even more so than those of Suicide Slum. Far in the distance she could see two towers rising, old structure that looked thick against the more modern buildings scraping the Night Cycle sky. It was cold too, and she hugged herself, leaning back against Ferro lad for warmth and support.
"Where are we?"
"Gotham Sector," he said, swallowing as he held her. She was shivering in his arms. "Probably not the best destination, but when we got out of the project I just flew, no rhyme or reason. I figure we have a few minutes grace before they latch onto us again. Lucky you had two Flight Belts, or they would have caught us for sure."
Luornu nodded, "Yeah… I had a plan actually. I was going to grab whatever I could from the Clubhouse Armory when I escaped, but things got out of hand." She shivered again, and he could feel her body tense as she finally turned and looked up at him. "So, what's our next move?"
Andrew chuckled. "You're asking me? You forget already? I got the looks, not the brains." Luornu smiled and his heart melted. Heart of iron. "Besides, I'm not supposed to think. It's against the law."
Luornu Durgo, the Triplicate Girl laughed and pushed away. She had a beautiful laugh. All too soon however it ended and she became serious, looking out at Gotham.
"First thing we need a place to hold up, and unless you have another safehouse I think I know just the place. It's so obvious they'll never think to look for us there."
"And where might that be?" he asked, stepping up beside her. He didn't really care. At this point he would follow her through Hell itself, to the four corners of the galaxy and back again.
Luornu looked back over her shoulder, a knowing grin forming on her pretty face.
"To the Bat Cave…"
***
"Sprock!"
Luornu Durgo, the Duo Damsel hefted the refrigeration unit with her doubled strength, grunting as she forced it over her head. It was heavy, and she felt the strain in her back, but she did not care. With a scream of rage she heaved the unit with all of her might, getting little to no satisfaction as it smashed through the thin wall of the tiny cubicle and plowed on out into the hallway scattering the Science Police that were assembled there. To say the least she was pissed-
She screamed her rage…
She screamed her frustration…
Simply, she screamed…
"Kara…"
Saturn Girl nodded to the Maid of Might, noting the frown of annoyance as she stepped up to her raging friend.
"Luornu…" she said, but Duo Damsel ignored her so the Kryptonian tapped her on the chin, catching the unconscious girl before she could hit the floor. She laid her down gently, turning to the Legion's leader-
"Anyone else you want me to take out?"
Imra frowned and shook her head. She needed this?
Saturn Girl took a final long look about the room and sighed. Kara and Violet were seeing to Luornu while Tinya and Ayla dug through the few meager possessions packed away in boxes, those things that apparently Ferro Lad felt were worth keeping. There was nothing so far to point them in a proper direction.
Officer Erin stood silently in one corner of the tiny cubicle looking properly chastised. Her superiors had ripped her a new one for her failure, and Imra suspected that Kara had as well when she had arrived. Imra had gotten a piece of the Science Police officer too, and now she was standing quietly, looking as though she were about to cry. The woman had authorized nerve gas. Bloody Nas! Saturn Girl could not imagine the loss of life had Supergirl not arrived to secure the scene- quite by chance. Kara had saved the day again...
Nura Nal, the final person in the room sat in one of the two chairs, legs casually crossed as she examined her fingernails. Imra hated the fact that she would have to go to the Seer for a lead, but there was little choice. Nolan had covered his tracks too well. Imra cleared her throat and Dream Girl looked up, smiling smugly-
"Yes?"
"Don't be coy-" you fat cow- "Where are they?" Imra was starting to think that Luornu had the right idea. She wanted to smash something herself, starting with Nura's face-
Dream Girl's smile widened as she settled back, recrossing her legs. She was smug, knowing that she was the best chance now of finding the two rebels.
"Where are they?"
"I don't know," she said, running a hand through her hair. "My powers are never certain. You know that. We have however eliminated the surest future by capturing Nemesis Kid. The path that the Twa follows with that ugly little mutant is muddled and diverse, full of confusion-"
"Where?" Imra growled, trying to keep her anger in check. She really hated Nura Nal-
"Two choices as I see it, both equally ripe with potential. Depending on how much power was actually stored within the Flight Belts that she stole of course, the best futures lead north towards Gotham, or west towards the Agri-Cultures. Either destination allows them to remain hidden from me- and us for some time."
Imra fumed, glancing again at Shvaughn Erin, wishing her dead for causing this trouble. She reined in her thoughts however, seeing the woman pale and start to sweat.
"That's it? Gotham or the heartland?" Nura Nal shrugged-
"I didn't want to join your Legion for this very reason. That's what I have. Take it or leave it."
Imra stared at Dream Girl as she recrossed her legs again and went back to examining her long sculpted fingernails. It would be so easy…
"Gotham…"
Imra turned, staring coldly at Officer Erin looking small and timid in the corner. "Something to add, officer?"
"They went north," Erin said, licking her lips. "I saw them."
"They could have turned-"
"No!" the SP officer snapped, immediately regretting it. "No," she repeated, her voice level and under control, "Ferro Lad was just trying to get away as fast as he could. He wasn't thinking strategy, just wanted to save the Twa- Cargg- Triplicate Girl." The officer rolled her eyes and moaned, trying to regain her composure. "They're in Gotham, I'd stake my career on it-"
"You don't have a career to stake anymore, dear." Imra laughed, but saw both Nura Nal and Kara nodding from the corner of her eye. The officer's story did seem reasonable.
Gotham it is then," Imra said, giving the young policewoman a final glance…
"Pray you're right."
***
Luornu Durgo stared up at the gigantic copper disk wondering just what in the galaxy it could possibly be and what it might have been used for. It glistened in the light of her hovering glow globe, the aged face illuminated and showing great detail. The face almost looked familiar, as though she had seen it, but a name for the profiled face eluded her. It seemed a gargantuan duplicate of Twentieth Century currency, from way back in the days when people actually carried around metal coins as they had on Cargg at one time, and countless other worlds. A one-cent piece by the engravings, and from America. Probably Washington then, or Jefferson- they all looked alike back then, and Earth history was hardly her strong suit.
There were many strange and wonderful things here in the gigantic cavern that had once been the mysterious Batman's base of operations. There was a taxidermied, robotic Tyrannosaurus Rex that was still standing the test of time, as well as a huge playing card representing the Joker. Too, there were display cases coated with dust, some cracked and shattered from age and earthquakes no doubt, and probably war. It was a wonder that the cave itself still existed, though Andrew had pointed out the inertron reinforcements as they had flown in through the abandoned tunnel that let out into Gotham Bay several kilometers away.
There were displays with old-style umbrellas and hats, a wooden doll hanging from strings and a case with various types of guns. There was a glass structure housing dead plants, and another with a skeleton that seemed half-bat, half man. Was that Batman? She wondered, as it seemed that she had met the Dark Knight at least once on one of the Legion's trips to the past. It was just so hard to remember for some reason…
She was staring at the line of display cases that held costumes when Ferro Lad finally called her over. The glass displays were cracked and slimy with grease and as with most of the Bat Cave, there was no power to illuminate the archaic lighting fixtures. The glow globe cast enough luminance to see easily enough, but she could tell by the way the old costumes hung that they were meant to be viewed in a proper light, and with reverence. She recognized the various Bat costumes, from the eerie original complete with side arm, to the last armored suit that could actually fly. Too, there were Robin costumes in garish red and green and yellow as well as more feminine suits shaped in the bat motif in black, gray and even purple. Most she did not recall, like the bulky silver armor with claws and the strange cat-like costume, but most seemed almost an inspiration-
"Luornu, could you hand me the spanner?"
The Triplicate Girl turned at the queer echo of Ferro Lad's voice. He was far across the vast chamber, still working on the Atomic Battery Core as he had been since they had arrived a couple hours past. Andrew had made a quick check of the complex and saw that almost everything was in working order, just lacking the power to run it all- and there was a lot. A dynamo, the computers, the environmental controls, and even the huge mansion and grounds above all drew power from the atomic converter that drilled down into a fusion core buried far beneath the cave in the very bedrock itself. It was a tremendous set-up, especially given the time frame that it was actually created and in use. Bruce Wayne must have been a genius…
Luornu walked over to where Andrew was working, his body half-in an access panel with his legs dangling out. She grabbed the spanner from the top of the machine and squatted down to peer inside, resting her hand lightly on his stomach so as not to startle him. She smiled to feel the set of tight muscles beneath his armor, feeling a little wash of thrill run through her own body. He was in great shape-
"Andrew? Here's the-"
Luornu gasped to see his face as he looked up. He was wedged tightly within the access hole and quickly struggled to lower his blank white mask back into place, but he was too late. She stared curiously at his green, mottled flesh, almost like a mold covering most of his face. Strands of skin drooped and clung across his mouth, and his nose looked small and broken it was so twisted. It seemed horrible at first glance, but Luornu had been raised to ignore the look of others no matter how different. There were strange creatures in the vast universe, some that made Andrew appear to be a god, but still that first look was unsettling. She was glad that she knew the sweet, heroic soul within, the wonderful man hidden beneath the disfigured form. And there were his warm and beautiful eyes-
"Thanks," he said reaching for the spanner, his mask back in place. She could tell that he was sweating in the cramped hole, which was probably why he had his mask up in the first place. She could hear the quiver in his voice however, and could have kicked herself for her initial reaction.
"Andrew…"
"Almost got it, Luornu. The Bat Diamond's cracked and shadowed with fault, almost like it was burnt out in some massive overload, but the hydraulic pumps are in good shape and the atomic batteries are almost to power with the rerouting I've done. Once I get the turbines to speed we'll be good to go."
Luornu patted his stomach and stood, glancing about the cavern as Ferro Lad grunted, twisting the spanner. She could hear the occasional squeal of bats from up in the shadowy recesses of the roof, and the floor was thick with guano. When they had first entered the cavern and set their two glow globes in a revolution about the expanse the light or noise had set the creatures swarming about. There had been thousands of them, swirling and slashing in panic, and Luornu knew if not for Andrew's quick change to iron and covering her she might have been scarred and infected with whatever disease bats carried; rabies, the plague, Boduvian Fever? She shuddered…
She jumped, startled to feel Ferro Lad's hand on her shoulder. She had not heard him climb out of the access space, but he was apparently done as he adjusted dials and switches on the main control panel-
"I cut the lines to the mansion and the Environmental Controls like the river pumps and the humidifiers, the main lighting web. I left the security sensors up though, just in case and rerouted the secondary surge to the Bat Computer with the battery turbines taking the primary brunt when we power on. There'll probably be an electrical discharge as the couplings divert the sudden surge, but we should be fine here in the user area. There's way too many safeguards to list. The Batman must have had a lot of free time on his hands and money to burn to prepare for some of the contingencies he had. There's stuff down there that I can't even imagine what it once was used for."
He glanced at Triplicate Girl, looking her up and down, noting that she was shivering slightly. "Cold?" he asked, and she nodded crossing her arms under her breasts and hugging herself-
"And nervous. There's a lot riding on this."
"Hey, a little faith, girl. Geeks and ugly shut-ins like me have a lot of time to read, y'know?"
Luornu frowned and Andrew knew that she did not appreciate the joke. Neither did he for that matter, but she had seen his face. Whatever day dreams he had imagined would be just that from now on. "Cross your fingers then," he said, his hand resting on the main power lever, "cuz here we go…"
Ferro Lad pulled back on the lever, adjusting a few dials and switches as he then pushed forward on the controls. Luornu heard the sound of machinery as it thrummed, humming to life and rumbling throughout the cavern. Lights flickered sporadically and she felt a rush of warm air that flapped at the tails of her long coat as a wash of humid air rolled through the cave. Before them a high bank of monitors flashed and fluttered, most lighting gray with snowy static. Then, one by one each flickered to life as they intercepted old Vid and digital feed from around the solar system. News Vids popped to life, the Computo News, CNNI, WGBS and the Daily Planet Update Feed all came slowly into focus as well as several international channels with a lower gain and a closed-circuit display showing scenes about the Wayne Complex above. For the obvious technical limitations it was magnificent. There was one monitor that seemed different from the others, displaying a three-dimensional head that rotated freely in black space- the only three dimensional viewer of the dozens displayed. Luornu stared at the 'head' waiting for something to happen, but the head just seemed to stare blankly back.
There was a shower of sparks as the great Bat Diamond in the Atomic Power Converter started to spin and radiate energy. As Andrew had said, the machines all sparked and flared with the sudden surge of power, but nothing seemed to overload and burn out. He had done his job well, and Luornu saw the display monitors of the power grids peak and level as power was distributed throughout the complex.
"There ya go…" he said rather smugly as he toggled a series of switches. "Give me a minute and I'll have the main computer keyed to vocal command. There's a few security codes I have to bypass, but the random code worm I introduced should take care of that. There's been a load of hacking since the Batman's day."
Luornu nodded, her attention divided between Andrew and the monitors that were still coming to life. CNNI reported a power failure on the Trans-Global Monorail near Vladivostok. The Planet was broadcasting from the Museum of Forbidden Weapons. The UP News was broadcasting a speech by President Oranx to the Committee of Internal Security from earlier that day. Luornu stared at that as the images fluttered and faded.
They broadcast an image of herself- her alleged sister actually, the Duo Damsel, and one of Ferro Lad in his mask, a stock image from the Legion Archives by the look. They were wanted now, the both of them, along with a half-dozen others, some of which she actually recognized; Mano, sole survivor of Angtu, Sarya of Bengar- the self proclaimed Emerald Empress, Zaxton Regulus, Qued Orlu- the Duplicate Boy, the list went on and on. Andrew was still fiddling with the controls as the image of President Oranx was finally displayed. Luornu's eyes went wide as she gasped, understanding washing over her-
"Luornu?" Andrew asked as he turned from the console and placed a hand on her shoulder, holding her upright. "Luornu, what is it?" He glanced up at the image of Oranx, Projectra at his side and Armor in the background. "What?"
"I know him…" she gasped, staring at the screen in horror. Her eyes were wide and Andrew could feel her body trembling. "I know who he is!"
"It's the President," Ferro Lad said dumbly, obviously, and feeling the fool after saying it. There was surely no one in the known UP and beyond that did not know the image of President Oranx.
"No!" she gasped again, backing up into Andrew's embrace. She grabbed at his hands and wrapped them about her for comfort and support. "Yes! Yes it's the President, but…"
"What?" Ferro Lad held her, enjoying the feeling of the moment, but he was starting to get worried. She was really scared-
"It's Universo…"
***
Oranx stood on the balcony of the Spire pressing the nico-stick to the pocket thermalighter, puffing away. He felt the rush of menthol suddenly, his head spinning as the cooling gases eased away his tension and set his mind to soothing complacency. It was a nasty habit, but he was the lord of all that he surveyed, so he was allowed.
He stared out at the great Megalopolis that was Metropolis stretching from horizon to horizon, the greatest city in the world. It encompassed the once great cities of Manhattan and Gotham, the entire District of Columbia and flowed south as far as the old state of Georgia, north all the way to old Boston. It was a marvel of Thirtieth Century Earth, a worthy seat of power for the President of the United Planets and the Earth Gov. He saw the sparkling lights of the tall buildings, the flash of luminance as sky cars flitted across the Skyway, the glow of neon from the tourist areas not so far to the south. It was truly breathtaking…
Oranx inhaled, leaning on the rail surrounding the balcony as he enjoyed a quiet moment alone, contemplating those thoughts that weighed so heavily recently. There was some worry concerning the rebels; Ferro Lad and the Duo Damsel clone. Odd that they had not been captured yet, but he had faith in the Legion. He had given them the ultimatum, through Saturn Girl, and though the others might not be so focused he knew that the Titanian would get the job done. She was afraid, and he liked that…
Of course there were the Sklarian raids to consider, the uprising on Mars, and there were always the Khunds and the Dark Circle, damn them. One might expect them to take the hint. Perhaps he would send the Krytonian to Khundia, along with Gand and Nah and Dev-Em. The four of them had the power to reduce the Khund homeworld to charred rubble, and it could easily be made to look like a nuclear disaster as the Khunds still foolishly dabbled in fusion and fission. Simple enough-
"Oranx?"
The President turned hearing the soft voice behind him, knowing already who it must be. There were only a select few ever allowed into the Spire, the minaret that housed the inner chambers of the UP President within the Presidential Palace. It was a grand structure towering high over Metropolis, built of Inertron and Neutronium mainly, but laced with Element 152 as it towered well over a kilometer above the Presidential Palace and the UP Plaza. Too, there was no more defensible point in the entirety of the UP as the Spire was defended with force fields and security devices to fend against a thousand world's inhabitants. It was the perfect place to house the Glow Jewel of Femnaz, which had made all of this possible. Only Oranx and those he chose were allowed within; his Vice-President from Taltar, his bodyguard of course, and his queen-
"Projectra…"
Oranx turned, leaning against the balcony after flicking the nico-stick over the rail, knowing that the laser grid would disintegrate it long before it ever reached the ground. He stared at his wife, his concubine, smiling at the slight shift she wore, the pale pink negligee of a whimsical, filmy material from the Orient that left little to the imagination. Her breasts were huge and firm, nipples erect and dark in the cool, moderated air. Her silver hair was loose, though still piled high and looked somewhat wild and in disarray. Her slippers slapped the cool tiles of the pseudo marble floor as she drew near, her eyes wide but still tinged with sleep, her lips full and moist. She wanted him…
Projectra, Princess of Orando, First Lady of the United Planets and tentative Queen of the Earth ran forward and embraced him, he her husband, the man she loved more than life itself. Her embrace was almost crushing, but Oranx wrapped his own arms about her, rubbing lightly the small of her back, one hand drifting down as the other ran through her hair-
"I was concerned my love," she whispered, hugging him even tighter as his hand ran over her backside. "I woke up and you were gone. I became worried, and lonely…"
"I was just thinking, Projectra," he smiled, holding her close. She was warm against him, and plush. "I have much to consider on a daily basis. You know that. I find the night air clears my head and helps me think."
"Hmmm…" Projectra held him even closer and snuggled up against him and Oranx felt himself holding on for dear life. He stroked her hair lovingly and actually drew her in close, bending slightly as she rose up on her toes to kiss him. He was enjoying this. It was far far more than he ever would have imagined…
It was good to be king.
Finally he eased her away, holding his queen at arm's length as she swayed, regaining her composure after his kiss. She loved him, wanted him- just as he had ordered.
"Go back to bed, my love. I'll be along shortly."
"Not too long I hope," she smiled, stepping away but never loosing eye contact. She held his hand to the last. "I miss you when you are away. I love you…"
Oranx smiled, blowing her a parting kiss on the air. "I love you too."
Finally she turned and strode away, walking on air almost from their encounter. He watched her stride, her graceful movements, smirking as Armor fell into step a discreet distance behind her. There had been a spark there once, before, before things had changed…
Oranx turned back to his domain and sparked another nico-stick to life as he stared out at Metropolis and all the world. He was the Lord of all he surveyed, both in Earth and heaven above.
Universo looked out on all that he had wrought and laughed.
For it was good…
To be continued…
Story © Curt F 2004
HTML © Tim Hartin 2004