The Dragon 2200 # 12 The Dragon: 2200

# 12

by Brian Campo (bcampo@hotmail.com)
(A bad, bad little monkey. )

This is a work of fan fiction. The Savage Dragon and all related characters are owned by Erik Larsen, and I do not contest
that ownership. This story is in no way official and it should not be taken as such. All characters in this story not owned by Mr.
Larsen are owned by me, though I would gladly loan them out if asked nicely.

Warning: This story may contain graphic violence, sexual situations and harsh language. If you shouldn't be reading it, don't.

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Dan Williams came into his mom's kitchen through the back door. His mother looked up from her morning paper and said good morning to him as he made a bee line for the refrigerator. He grunted in reply to her. At this point he could only concentrate on one thing. Finding food and shoveling it into his mouth Until he did that he would be useless for conversation or anything else for that matter. He reminded Janet of one of the zombies from the the old living dead movies, looking half asleep and willing to eat anything. Thankfully, she was used to his early morning antics and went right back to reading her paper.
He stared into the fridge, scanning it's contents for something high in sugar content. There were some yogurts, but that seemed just a little too healthy for his taste. Fruit. Eggs. Left overs. His stomach grumbled, encouraging him to hurry up and find something. He grabbed one of the gallon jugs of milk and closed the fridge Leaving the milk sitting on the counter, he dropped to one knee and threw open a cabinet full of pots and pans. The sound of pots slamming together filled the kitchen as he dug through the contents of the cabinet. A minute later he stood up with a large mixing bowl in his hands. He threw open another cabinet, revealing eight or nine boxes of cereal. He looked for one with a cartoon character on the front and pulled it out. Janet looked up from her paper as he opened the box and started filling the mixing bowl with it.
"That Peanut Butter Captain Crunch is Maxine's, Daniel. She's going to kill you if she catches you eating it."
"She isn't even here." said Dan. As far as he knew Max was still in Hong Kong or on a ship somewhere out in the Pacific. "Besides, she probably won't remember how much she had left anyway. What she don't know don't hurt her." The last of the cereal was falling out the box now. He stopped pouring for a second and considered the situation. It was better to be safe than sorry. He grabbed a handful of the cereal in the bowl and dropped it back into the box. There, now he wasn't eating it all.
"So, while the cat's away the mice will play, huh?" Janet looked at something just over Dan's shoulder and smiled.
Dan was too busy trying to get the lid off of the milk to notice. "Something like that."
Maxine leaned over his shoulder and whispered into his ear. "Well, this pussy is back in town, you little turd."
Dan jerked in surprise, popping off the lid and dropping the jug. The jug landed square on it's bottom on the counter and a little milk splattered from it onto the counter top. "Max!" he said happily, and more than a little sheepishly. "When did you get back?"
"Late last night." said Maxine. She grabbed a napkin out of the dispenser and wiped up the milk he had spilled.
Dan took a step back and looked her over. She had bandages over a good portion of her face and what looked like bruises on every other piece of exposed skin that he could see. "You look like shit." he said.
"You get your face ripped off by a vampire. We'll see how good you look. Not to mention getting punched, kicked, bitten, shot and having part of a building fall on me."
Dan continued to look her over as she spoke and noticed with no small amount of shock that she was dressed for work. "Hey! Why in the hell are you in uniform?! You're not thinking about going to work today, are you?"
"Yep." answered Maxine.
"No, no, no." he said as he shook his head. " You should be in bed resting."
"After all these years it looks like I finally found my mother." said Maxine with a joking smile. "and she's a skinny little man with a bad hair cut."
Dan chuckled and said, "Fuck you, Max."
"Language." chimed in his mother.
Dan ignored his mother and said, "Just look at you. You look like you tried to scrub your face with a chain saw. How could you be wanting to work today? You could call in sick and no one would say a thing."
"It's all superficial." said Max. "I've spent the last four days in medical on board the Majestic and I just about went nuts from boredom. The last thing I want is more bed rest. I may look like shit but I feel just fine on the inside. I feel like I'm ready to rumble. I even got a note from the doctor on the ship saying that I was good to go."
Dan just shook his head in wonder. "You're a glutton for punishment. You know that?"
Max tapped the edge of the mixing bowl with her finger and said, "Who's a glutton?"
Dan started to stammer out some excuse that he was just looking for the prize. Max called him a jerk and started putting the cereal back in the box.

Half an hour later they were driving to work in the patrol car that Dan took home with him every night. He was telling her about how much press she had been getting.
"For the last couple of days you've been all that's on the boob tube. They just keep showing this shaky footage that someone got of you standing over that vampire you captured. And they keep calling it breaking news even though they haven't found out anything new for days. Poor bastards kept trying to milk a story out of the ordeal but nobody was giving them shit in the way of information."
"They kept trying to get interviews with me the whole time I was on the Majestic." said Max. " I didn't want to talk to anybody so the security was keeping them at bay. I heard that a few reporters even got arrested trying to sneak onto the ship."
"Face it." Dan told her.. "You're a bit of a celebrity now. You did what hundreds of other people couldn't do. You took down that piece of shit, Sansker. I'm just glad that nobody knows that you live with my mom or the press would be camping out on the front lawn."
Max said that she was glad, too. "I just feel bad that everyone is making me out to be this big hero and I'm anything but. I mean, I went in with a team of super heroes that are a lot better than me at what they do and they're all dead. Combine that with the fact that I got suckered into helping John Sansker get his heart back and I don't see anything that I did that was all that heroic. I don't even know if I would have been able to capture him if I hadn't been able to sneak up behind him. The whole time I was there I was second guessing every move I made and trying to keep from running away in fear. I killed a bunch of vampires and everyone keeps telling me that it's not the same as killing a human being, but I have to wonder about that. Most of them were probably just defending their homes, nothing that I wouldn't do. I don't think I'll remember any of this as my brightest hour."
"Are you sure that you're ready to go back to work?" asked Dan. "Maybe you need more time to sort through all this crap."
"No, no." she said, waving him off. "I'll be fine. I think I just need to stay busy, ya know?"
Dan shrugged and said, "If you say so. You talked to your main squeeze? Mom said he called a couple hundred times last week."
"I know. She told me. I talked to him a few days ago from the Majestic. He's pissed at me."
"Why for?"
Max growled with irritation. "I forgot to call him the night that I shipped out to tell him what was going on and by the time I remembered I was on the ship and they were observing communications silence. No calls going in or out. I didn't get a chance to call him until the whole thing was over. He was bitching that I disappeared off of the face of the earth and the first thing he knows I'm on the news and I've been in a war. I tried to tell him that there was no way I could get a hold of him but he was being to much of a jerk to listen. He hung up on me. Haven't heard from him since."
"Hmmm." said Dan. "Trouble in paradise. I tried to tell you he was all wrong for you."
Max rolled her eyes at Dan and ignored his comment. 'Well, I hope he pulls his head out his ass pretty soon. I said I was sorry and there's nothing else I can do. We have a good thing going and it would be a shame to loose it just because he wants to be stubborn."
Dan pulled the car into the parking garage and shut it down. They got out and headed into the precinct.
"It's great that you're back." he told her as they navigated their way upstairs. "Hughes has had me on desk duty the whole time you were gone cause I didn't have a freak partner to go cruising with. I actually had to sort through all those reports that I've been 'filing' over the last six months. It was Hell."
"Well, we won't be here long. Just let me sort through my mail and messages." she told him. "Then we'll go out and bust some heads."
Fellow officers stopped them along the way to slap Max on the back and tell her what a great job she did in Hong Kong. A few joked that they wanted her autograph. Max laughed and thanked them, feeling more embarrassed than proud. Most told her that she looked like shit. Captain Hughes flagged them down on the staircase and asked Maxine what the hell she was doing at work. She explained how it was all superficial and that she was just fine. He read the note from the navy doctor and told her that he guessed it would be okay if she worked but to try and take it easy and to be sure to go home if she was having any pain. She assured him that she would.
When they finally got to her desk she was stunned by the pile of mail waiting there. There were hundreds of letters in one big heap that pretty much covered her desktop. She thumbed through the top few and saw the names of magazine publishers, news paper publishers, super hero teams from around the world, letters from attorneys and marketing agents. Others were more personal looking letters, some of which had addresses written in a child's scrawl. This is ridiculous, she thought. What is wrong with all these people? Find a real hero for christ's sake. She shoved some of them aside to get a look at her answering machine and saw that she had four hundred and fifty-six messages.
When Dan saw that he just groaned. "We're never going to get out of here."
Max stared at the pile of letters for a few seconds and then said, "No. I'll just sort through them and see if there's anything really important in there. The rest I'll box up and take home with me tonight. I'll forward all this voice mail home, too. Trust me, I really don't want to spend today inside reading mail."
"Right on." said Dan. "I'll tell you what. While you look through it I'll head over to supply and see if they have any empty boxes. All right?"
"Sounds good." said Max. Dan walked away as she picked up a handful of the letters and began to thumb through then. She separated them as well as she could without opening the envelopes to see what the sender wanted. The phone rang a couple of times, but she let the machine take it as she continued sorting. The calls were from television stations trying to secure an interview with her. That was something Max had absolutely no interest in.
A large manila envelope caught her attention. She sat down the rest of the letters in her hands and pulled it out of the stack. There was no return address on the front so she flipped it over to see if there was one on the back. No. That's odd, she thought. She ripped the top of the envelope off and looked inside. She could see the back of what looked like eight by ten photos. She flipped the envelope back over and pulled out the stack of pictures. On top of the pics was a post it note with what looked like a cell phone number written on it. "Who the hell would be sending me pictures?" she wondered as she looked over the the top pic. It took a moment for her to realize what she was looking at. When she did, she gasped in shock.
Suddenly, she was finding that it was hard to breathe, and her face was flushing. Her pulse started pounding in her ears. What the fuck?! What the fuck?!! She took a quick look around, making sure no one else was looking and then quickly sat down in her chair. She held the stack of photos down below the edge of her desk where no one could see them and flipped through the rest of the stack. More of the same. She bit down on her lip so hard that it made her eyes water. Where had they gotten these? Who the fuck did this?
"Hey, what's wrong, Max?" She looked up to see Dan approaching with a cardboard box in his hands.
"Nothing." she said a little too quickly and way too angrily. Dan stopped in his tracks, confused. She tried shoving the pictures back into the envelope but only succeeded in crumpling the photos and ripping the envelope. It was clear to him that she was very upset
"What?!" said Dan, worriedly. "What is it, Max?"
"None of your goddamn business." she shouted at him. People all around the room were turning to look at the commotion. Max folded the pics in half and then was finally able to shove them into the remains of the envelope. Tears were flowing now as she stood up and tried to shove the envelope into her jacket. It fell out and landed on the floor. Dan stooped to pick it up for her but she snatched it away before he had a chance. She got it into her jacket pocket this time and strode quickly for the door.
"Where are you going?! I thought we were-"
"Girl trouble, Dan. Get off of my fucking back!"
When she was gone Dan just stood there wondering what the hell he should do. He looked around the office and noticed people staring at him.
"What?!" he said. "I don't know what her problem is."

She ran two blocks away from the station before she stopped and found a phone booth. Once she was inside and had the door closed she took a moment to catch her breath and figure out what she was doing. First things first. She would have to call the phone number on the post-it note. Who knew what they would do with pictures if she didn't. Who was doing this? And why?
Where had she put that number? For one horrible second she thought she might have left it sitting on her desk and she would have to go back and face all those cops that had just seen her throw her little tantrum.. But then she remembered seeing it on the stack of pictures when she had been trying to get them into the envelope. That meant she was going to have to take them out again. She sobbed out an expletive and pulled the envelope out of her jacket pocket. If she was careful, maybe she could get the number out of the envelope without having to look at the pictures inside. Reaching into the envelope she felt around until she found the little post-it note. She took it out and stuck it to the top of the pay phone. Then she dug some change out of her pocket, and picked up the receiver before dialing the number. It rang twice and then was picked up on the other end.
"Miss Chalmers?"
Max didn't recognize the voice. "Yeah, this is me. Who is this?"
"You don't need to know that. Shut up and listen carefully. Wait where you are for fifteen minutes. When fifteen minutes has passed, catch a taxi. Go to the parking lot of the ThriftSmart store on Virginia street. You will see a black van with an open sunroof parked there. Walk up to the driver side and tell them your name and then do what ever he tells you to do. Don't tell anyone else where you are going, and don't do anything but what you have been told to do. If you do anything that you haven't been told to do copies of the pictures get sent out to the press. You're being watched."
The connection went dead. Max pulled the post-it note off of the phone and tucked it into her pants pocket. Then the envelope and pictures went back into her jacket pocket. She stepped out of the phone booth and waited nearby until her watch said fifteen minutes had passed. At that point she caught the first cab that would stop for her. The cab started across town toward the ThriftSmart grocery store on Virginia. Max hardly noticed the time passing as she sat in the back and worried. What could these people be hoping to gain by doing this to her? If it was blackmail, didn't they realize that she wasn't wealthy? Cops got shit pay. Everybody knew that.
The driver startled her from her thoughts when he said, "We're here, ma'am." She realized that they had been stopped for a while now.
"I'm sorry." She said. "I've got a lot on my mind today."
"No problem. Fifteen bucks, ma'am."
She paid him and got out of the cab.
She spotted the van right away. It was parked close to the road and looked like a classic example of what cops called a Rape-mobile. No windows in the back, tinted windows up front.. It looked like someone was sitting in the drivers seat but from what she could see through the tinted windows the rest of the van was empty. There was no guaranteeing it, though. It was possible that someone else was hiding on the floor of the van. She walked up to the drivers side and looked in. The man sitting there wasn't anybody that she knew. He looked like a real sleaze ball with long greasy hair, a pimply face and an extra chin. The black T-shirt that he was wearing was two sizes too small and had the words "sex machine" written across the front of it in large, bold red type. He turned to look at her as she walked closer and eyed her like she was a steak that had just come off the grill.
"I'm Maxine Chalmers." she said to him.
"That's what I figured." he replied. "You're pretty easy to recognize with that fin and your green skin. What I want you to do is put your hands up here and grab the edges of my window. Then just stand still. Someone is going to come riding up behind you on a motorcycle and they're going to remove your gun from your gun belt. Don't turn around or do anything stupid, 'cause you've been told what would happen."
She did as she was told and leaned forward against the van with her hands on the edge of the window. A few seconds later what sounded like a dirt bike started up across the parking lot and it drove over towards Maxine and the van. It slowed down and then came to an idling rest behind Maxine. She felt hands go up under her jacket and then her gun was lifted out of it's holster. She looked sideways at the drivers side mirror and caught a glimpse of the man on the bike. He was tucking her hand cannon away into his saddle bag. He was wearing a helmet with a tinted face plate so there was no way to tell what he looked like. Once he got the gun secured he sat back down on the bike's seat and rode away.
"Come around to the passenger side and get in." said the man in the van.
Maxine walked around and got in. The driver held out a black cloth bag.
"Put it on over your head. Pull it all the way down so that I'm sure you can't see anything. Don't take it off unless you're told to."
She hesitated. She didn't like where this was going. He saw the look on her face and said, "Just do it. The boss isn't going to like it if you don't cooperate."
Begrudgingly, Max took the bag and pulled it over her head.
"Good girl.." She heard the man say. "Now, just sit back and relax. We're going to take a little ride." He started the van and pulled out onto the street. Max couldn't see a thing. There was no way of telling which way they were going She sat still in the passenger seat and listened carefully, hoping she might hear some sound that might give her a clue as to her location. The only thing of interest she heard was what sounded like the dirt bike following along behind them. Was he there for back up if Max attacked the driver? He did have Max's gun, so she considered him a threat. They didn't have to worry. Max had no intention of doing anything until she found out who was doing this to her and why.
As distracted as she was with her thoughts there was no way to keep track of how much time was passing as they drove. It didn't seem like too much time had passed, though, when the drivers stopped the van and killed the engine.
"Leave the bag on." he told her. "I'll come around and get you and then I'll take you inside." She heard the driver's door open and the van shifted as he slid his hefty body out of the seat. Footsteps circled around the front of the van and then her door was opened. She felt his hand take hold of her arm right above the elbow. She allowed herself to be helped out of the van and lead away. Somewhere near by she heard the dirt bike pull up and shut off.
She was lead for about fifty feet and then the man said, "Careful, we're coming up on some stairs. You feel them? Easy does it." He helped her up them and then across what she thought might be a wooden porch. Sound of a screen door opening and her guide knocking on a door. The door squeaked open and she was lead over a threshold. She heard people whispering. How many? She thought she heard five or six different voices. They kept walking and started down what felt like a hallway. Another doorway and she was lead into the middle of a room. The door was shut behind them.
"Take off her mask." someone said. Her body reacted before she even realized that she recognized the voice. One second she was okay, but the instant she heard that voice she was breaking out in cold sweats and her knees were threatening to collapse out from under her. Her head ducked down and she cringed, as if expecting a brutal blow.
oh, no. no, no, no, a little voice in her head was chanting. He's dead, it can't be him. They're all dead. He said they were all dead, no, please no, not him.
Her mask was pulled off of her head but she kept her eyes closed, too afraid to open them and confirm what her ears were hearing.
"Sit down, Ginny." said the voice.
Stark, raving terror. There was only one person who had ever called her that. No, not him. She was shivering, shuddering with fear, and she couldn't stop. She desperately wanted a corner that she could crawl into and curl up and go to sleep and wake up later and it would only be a bad dream.
She was slapped silly, backhanded so hard that she spun and fell to the floor. "I said sit down!" he roared at her. She put her hands up and cover her head. "Get off the fucking floor and get your ass in that chair!"
She could only obey. When it came to Victor you had two choices. You could do as you were told, or he could beat the living piss out of you and you would do as you were told anyway. She opened her eyes, located the chair and scrambled off of the floor and into it. She looked around the room quickly, taking it in. It was dark and sparsely furnished. There was a desk in one corner and a couple of wooden chairs and that was it. There was a window on one wall but it had been boarded over and no light got through it. A single dim bulb in the ceiling was the only source of illumination. There were four other men in the room other than Maxine and HIM.
"Look at me."
She locked eyes on the floor. If she looked at him and it was him there was no way she could keep telling herself that he was dead and this was just somebody that sounded like him. How does he know her real name? How does he know?
"Don't make me hurt you, Ginny. You look at me, or so help me god I will-"
She did it. By pure force of will she made her eyes come up and look right at him. I'm going to faint, she thought. Sweet Jesus, it's him and he's alive and he's found me.
His name was Victor. He looked older than she remembered him, but just as vicious as he ever did. He was the nightmare she woke up from every night. Boogie men? He was the boogie man.
"Get me a chair." he said to one of the men standing behind him. They did as he said, and quickly. He scooted the chair up close to Maxine and sat down on it. He leaned forward and she quickly leaned back, afraid he was going to touch her.
"Relax." he said. "We're just going to talk. You don't give me any foolishness and there won't be any trouble."
Several seconds passed as she sat staring at him and trying to stop shaking. "What do you want.?" she asked.
"I just want the things that belong to me. Like you for instance." His hand reached out and touched her knee. She jerked it away and he smiled.
"You don't own me." said Maxine. "You never have."
"Oh, but you're wrong. Even when someone else had bought and paid for you, I owned you then. You know it and I know it. It wasn't the owners that kept you in line and made you do what you had to do. It was me, your handler. You knew who your master was and you know who your master is now."
"No! I'm my own person. You can't own me!" She could feel her fear starting to turn into anger. She'd had control of her life for so long and now here he was trying to take it away from her. She clenched her hands into fists and started to lean forward.
"Sit back." said Victor. "Or I'll slap the living shit out of you."
She hesitated for a moment, trying to will herself to lay into him like she so desperately wanted. She couldn't do it. She was too afraid. Eyes watering and lip quivering she slumped back into the chair.
"That's what I thought." said Victor. "Still a scared little girl. Now, lets talk about those photos and what you are going to do for me so that I don't show the world what a dirty little slut you are." He sat back in his chair and made himself comfortable. "Recently, some associates of mine lost four hundred pounds of cocaine when some of the Officers at your precinct arrested their drug runners and confiscated the drugs. These drugs are still sitting in the evidence locker of you police station waiting to be disposed of. I want you to get them back for me."
Max was stunned. This was worse than she had anticipated. She had expected that she would be black mailed for money but they were wanting her to steal evidence right out of the police station. "No." she said. "I can't. I'd lose my job and I'd go to jail."
"You can and you will. You'll only run into trouble if you get caught. I suggest you don't do that. If you don't do it I send out copies of the photos. If that's not enough to convince you, I will fucking kill you and you know that I can do it."
"You said it was four hundred pounds." Max wiped her eyes and nose on the sleeve of her shirt. She felt close to hysteria. "How am I supposed to sneak four hundred pounds of cocaine out of a police station?"
"Actually," said Victor. " we've already considered that and devised a way for you to do it.. Derek? The device."
One of the other men in the room picked something up off of the desk and brought it over to Victor. To Maxine, it looked like a toy gun. Like something Buck Rogers might carry.
"You will use this." said Victor as he accepted the gun from his assistant. "It's a shrinking device left over from an alien invasion that occurred back in the twentieth century. If you shoot the pile of cocaine with it it'll become a miniature that you can easily slip into your pocket and walk out of the police station with. Once you have made your escape, call the cell phone number you called earlier. We'll make arrangements to meet and take the coke of your hands. If you are careful no one will ever know what you took the stuff."
Max covered her eyes with one hand and wracked her brain for some way out of this mess. Anything that could keep her from doing what they were telling her to. She was drawing blanks. "I'm fucked." she thought.
"If I do this. . " said Maxine. Am I really thinking about doing this?! she thought to herself. Just that morning the very thought of doing something like this would have been an impossibility.
"You will do this."
"If I do this." she repeated. "I get the pictures back, right?"
"This isn't something that we will barter or bargain with. If you do as you're told, the pics won't get leaked and plastered all over every newspaper, tv screen and computer monitor in the world. And you get to live." He handed the shrinking device back to Derek and then got up from his chair. He towered over Maxine. "We're done here." he said "Put the bag back on your head. Craig is going to drive you back to where you met him."
That was it. She was going to have to do it. There was no way she could get out of this. In a short amount of time she would be betraying the the trust of her fellow officers and shaming everything her father had ever taught her. She felt like she just might have to vomit.

~Fin-Fan-Fic-Fanatics~Letters and comments from readers. Do I rock or do I suck? Write me and tell me what you think. If you don't want your comments put in this letters column, or if you want them taken out, please let me know.
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Well, it's certainly been a long time since the last time I put out an issue of this series. It was only going to be a short break at first but I just never seemed to back to writing. I was spending a lot of the time learning how to do CGI artwork with blender. For a while it looked like I might have a professional gig going but I don't think that's going to pan out. Oh, well, it was educational if nothing else. Anyway, the writing bug has struck me again and I cranked out this issue and have part of # 13 done already. There shouldn't be any huge delays with that one.
A rather delightful thing happened to me last week. My storage got broken into and two thousand of my comic books were stolen. I'd been collecting them since I was fourteen and I'm twenty six now. They're just gone. The sad thing is it was probably some junkie that took them and he probably traded them for twenty five bucks worth of whatever junk he was on. Every time I think of what was in those boxes I just want to find the bastard, pull his head off and shit down his neck. Luckily, all the stuff that I couldn't live with out was kept in my house, including my nearly complete Savage Dragon collection.
Enough pissing and moaning, on to the mail-

Tydrk359@aol.com re: Dragon stories

i enjoy them man keep up the awesome work. any chance you will have the
turtles show up in your stories? i found them in the goldenarchive section of the grey archives. you do great
characterizations. and have a good idea for detail

Cool, thanks. No plans for the turtles at this point but you never know what idea might strike me in the dead of night:)

Brian,
This was just cool! I thoroughly enjoyed this issue, and even knowing
the spoilers you shared, I still sat glued to my monitor, scrolling away.
The only real problem I had was that this dang dinosaur of a computer of mine
doesn't load text completely. Every time I'd be on the edge of my seat,
really into the story, I'd have to stop and hit the Reload button, to fill in
the rest of a paragraph that my computer had chopped. That aside, I loved it.
I mentioned this when I read your Christmas story, but there's something
familiar about the way your stories go. I don't know if you instinctively
tap into archetypes and classic story plots or what, but it always feels like
I'm settling into a familiar old haunt, and reliving favorite memories,
y'know? I totally loved it that Sansker wound up not only defeated, but
screwed, with Mal' owning his soul. Too cool! If you ever do go back to
Sansker, you've set up a prime story.
Violator was the perfect comic relief at the end. I don't even like
that character, really, and I dug him in this. Maybe it was because he
wasn't that stupid clown (sorry, I just don't like the Clown). Are the
characters mentioned at the reading of the will original, or has the law
office of Greed and Deceit been featured in some Spawn related title? Not
knowing, I at first thought you were shoehorning in a cameo by Wolff and
Byrd, Counsellors of the Macabre. G&D were just as cool, and I loved the
description of their offices.

(eddited)

You said something awhile back about taking time off from the title for
awhile. I was wondering if you were still going to do that, or what? I
noticed you name as editor on something recently... A DC Beyond story, maybe?
Don't burn out on this stuff, man, because I'm digging your stories like
nobody's business.
Catch ya later,
C.L. Bishop

Thanks C.L., I always enjoy getting your e-mails. I kinda got this itch in the back of my brain that might turn into some more Sansker issues. We'll see how that goes. The demons mentioned in the reading of the will were made up on the spot as I wrote it. I haven't ever read Wolff and Byrd, Counsellors of the Macabre. Is it any good? Yeah I was editing Superman Beyond when it was being written but the author, Joshua Tibbets retired from fan fic.

Dude, that's some pretty cool stuff!

- Evan Long
FAO PREZ, glad to see some fan-fic

Thanks you..

Rieferman rieferman@footbag.org

I must admit that I'm not the usual person you'd see reviewing the fan fiction.. I was never a comic book kid or anything like that growing up. But.. that said, I must say I've been very impressed with all of your writing. I've read everything of yours I could find, and been glued to the screen each time.
Well, that's all. I just wanted to affirm that your work has been appreciated. Take care, and happy holidays. :-)

That's very cool. Thanks. Try the official Savage Dragon comics. They kick ass all over my stories.

King Boom

LOL, that's some great stuff

King Boom has some cool fantasy yarns over at fanfiction.net. Check them out, they're a fun read. Thanks, Mr Boom, I appreciate the comments. (he reviewed a lot of my stuff. it made me giddy like school girl.)

Link to his stuff

Well, that's all the mail and reviews for the last ish except for a few messages from the Savage Dragon board that I forgot to cut and paste before they were erased. # 13 should be out before too long and then after that I'm planning on doing a double length Dragon 2200 annual. Be sure to check out the new bios on the home page.