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| | * ''' "Mandy" ''', August 3, 2006. | | * ''' "Mandy" ''', August 3, 2006. |
| − | ** ''PREVIEW:'' A quick set of days in the life of a Super heroine... | + | ** ''PREVIEW:'' ??? |
| − | ** ''RECAP:'' PROMETHUS: Mandy Smith's Stand alone issue | + | ** ''RECAP:'' ??? |
| − | *DRAMATIZED: may not match atual events...
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| − | A golden hand passed the bronzed torch. It was unlit and cold, a statues parody of an artifact. The clear sky allowed the sun to illuminate the marble and stone that surrounded the assembly of Gods. Eternal eyes watched as the symbolic ritual, re-inacted in every relay race and in every olymic opening run, as the fire wreathed hand took the solid metal torch. Flame, alive with a purpose slinked snakelike along the dark iron skin. The glowing beacon, filled with the fire of Apollo was raised for all to see and be seen. The Gods of Olympus cheered as the avatar of Prometheus bore the cosmic sign of fire aloft. THe iron figure, female and garbed in flames as well spread her flickering wings and flew. Destined for Earth and the passing of fire to man, Backdraft...Mandy... took the torch and passed it to the lowlyest of the Greeks below, a simple shepard learned the ways of fire. Blessing and Curse, savior and sinner, the flame gathers to him, making him the first of many preists dedicated to the Olympian gods.
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| − | On the spot where the glowing figure of fire rested, where the grass never grew again, a spire of white marble with a pyimidal top was raised...
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| − | Mandy sat on the top of the lincolm memorial, horns and the sounds of the city a distant soundtrack in the background. She stared at the Washington memorial, seeing a pastoral grecian feild behind it for a few seconds.
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| − | Seemingly out of nowhere, Arthur Redford; aka slipstream, spoke, "You like the view too?"
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| − | "Yeah, it helps me think."
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| − | "So what's up for today?" the former Special commando asked.
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| − | "Don't know," Mandy replied, she casually lit a Clove cigarette for both of them with a finger, like a dime store illusionist. "But whatever happens today, I think we have the Gods watching." She smiled to him, "Better make sure your wearing clean underware."
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| − | As they talked a glowing blue bubble decended from the heavens. Horizon, recovering from being the groups earstwhile leader, landed on the tip of the White marble monument. Mandy waved, and stood to recieve the man she followed with all the conviction of a loyal soldier. Arthur shook his head, fading out of the time stream to catch up with his own adventures. Brian motioned to Backdraft to "flame on" and come over to him. Just as she was about to set her things inside her norex firefighter's coat her beeper rang. Two alarm fire with possible resque required. She shruged and flew with all speed to the fire house. "Time to be a REAL hero", she thinks with a smile. She takes up her fire ax and heads to the back of the tanker.
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| − | THe blaze was intence and beautiful all at the same time. It reflected off the waters of the bay and illuminated the yacht. Two figures, a man and a woman, dangled off the stern. They were desperatly trying to reach the water but it was too high to saftly jump. Mandy took the Scene in with a long glance. A fire boat was on the scene, dowsing the buring pleasure craft with foam and water. A rapidly expanding oil and gas slick blossemed around the boat, making the reflections even more colorful as the destruction of fire make chaos reigned. A muffled sound of exploding gas rocked the yacht and pitched the larger of the two siloettes into the water.
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| − | Backdraft lept into action. Moving out over the water, she gathered the winds about her and created a water spout. Drowning the flaming boat before the accedent became it's viking funeral, she then scooped up the man in the water. She stared into the eyes of her worst fear. Milos glared back and the silent contest of wills ended before it really began. She placed the man back on his now saved boat. He silently watched as she made sure the boat was completely saved, she then turned to back to the leader of Kings Farm.
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| − | "Now we're even." She growls to the man.
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| − | Milos smiles and mumbles as she flies away, "Not even close."
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| − | The Restuant was a bit to stuffy for Mandy's earthy tastes but it was nice to see clean silverware and a water boy to serve your every slightest whim. She tried desperatly to remember what the fourth little fork was for as her expected dinner partner walked in. Lt. James Bates, "Goat Boy" to his mates, was in his dress whites. Doffing his cap he walked over to the table with a shy smile. He tried not to look like a fanboy as he shook Mandy's hand. He wated for her to sit herself and like the gentleman and officer he was, he shuffled her chair for her. Takeing the opposite seat he looked at the menu.
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| − | "Anything good here?" he asked.
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| − | Mandy shook her head, "I have no Idea, but Brian recomended this place. I expect it to be..." She got a gleam in her eye, "Vice-presidential."
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| − | A commontion started at the front of the resturant, amoung the moving mass of reporters and photographers a cadre of Secret Servicemen moved as a greek phalanx to the matre'd. Brian Jaffe, Vice president and Survivor, gestured to the horde of press. All but one officer removed the crowd, leaving him free to come and join them. James smiled and motioned to Horizon.
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| − | "Welcome!" he shook Brian's hand and motioned to the front of the resturant, "quite the entrance there."
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| − | Brian ruefully smirked, "My fans. I just can't go anywhere without my addoring entourage."
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| − | They all chuckled.
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| − | "THe reason I called you all here is to ask for some help." Goat Boy started to explain after the meal had began. "I have been given a mission. I am to train the next generation of pilots to keep up with all your peers." He looked at he plate for a moment, "It's well known that we are woefully under-prepared for this. So the president wants an anti-survivor element added to the training of the top guns and aces of the military." He looked back at Horizon and Backdraft. "I've been asked to talk to you as you are the Survivors allied with us."
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| − | "I can help" Mandy volunteered. "I can show your hotshot pilots what it's like to fly and fight us." She frowned, "As long as we don't end up on the wrong end of it all and that weapon is aimed at our national enimies, that is."
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| − | Brian nodded, "Yes, I have the presedent's word."
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| − | Lt. Bates sighed and the tension that held his shoulders faded. "Thank you, Mandy."
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| − | "Just send me the details so I can let my Brigade know."
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| − | "No problem."
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| − | Horizon watched as the details were laid out on the table, his attention deverted to a man walking bold as brass up to the table.
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| − | The man pulled out a recorder and a badge, marking him as a member of the press. The symbol on the badge makes Brian frown, it's for "The SUN", a grocery store rag of questionable reputation at best. Mandy turned to leave and ran almost into the guy.
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| − | "Matt Matherton, Sun. So, Mandy Smith, hobnobbing with the VP. Seems to be a personal friend, doing well for yourself?" He did not wait for any responces, just fired off a bullet-like sentance a second. "A real american hero, how does it feel to have gotten away with the murder of a child? And..."
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| − | "This interview is over." Mandy stated flatly,fighting an urge to ignite right there in the resturant.
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| − | Brian motioned to his security officer, a big bulky black man with a badge, a gun and a licence to kill to protect the vice-president. It turned bad for the reporter. The guard grabes for the reporter, in a slippery dodge the man started to shout out as the press outside mobbed to the opening doors.
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| − | "Mr. Vice-President! Would you like to comment on your association with a suspected murderer? Does the admisistration now support child predators and murder!?"
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| − | The Guard made the reporter disappear in the back as he screamed "WHERE IS THE FREEDOM OF THE PRESS NOW? JAFFE!! WHERE IS...".
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| − | Mandy escaped in the confusion, a look on her face of pure pain and rage. Smoke softening her form as she marched out the door, shimering waves of heat distorting the cameras and video recorders.
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| − | Mandy, much later and cooled down, sat at home, got ready for Work. SHe picked out a pressed and cleaned set of basic uniform and started to polish her badge. She then heard the phone ring. It was Mothers day. With a sigh she settled in for her annual tongue lashing and answered the phone in the sanctity of her bedroom.
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| − | "When are you going to settle down, dear. YOur not getting any older."
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| − | "Yes, Mom."
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| − | "Do you have a boyfriend, do I have a chance at getting ANOUTHER grand baby? ONe from you? Micky has a girlfriend you know, Micky."
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| − | "No, Mom."
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| − | "What about this thing in Georga. What would your grandfather think? what would your FATHER think? *Sniffle*"
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| − | "Don't want to talk about it."
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| − | "What do you have to say about your self?"
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| − | "Mom."
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| − | "Do you know how hard it is to remember your father without feeling like you have gone astray?"
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| − | "MOM."
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| − | "And don't even mention what the ladies down at the club say..."
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| − | "MOTHER."
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| − | "Oh, What am I going to do this christmas! I'll have to face all our-"
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| − | "MUH-THER! I'm a SUper hero with fantastic fire powers and the skills of a goddess!"
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| − | There was a very long pause."...Well that's not going to be a very good resume builder."
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| − | Mandy slamed the phone down, almost breaking the handset. She heard child like giggling coming from the living room.
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| − | She marched into the room that was dominated by a Large screen T.V., a marble topped coffee table, and a Beth snorting cereal through her nose in laughter.
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| − | "DO NOT FIND THIS FUNNY!" Mandy shouted at her room-mate, the image of towering anger.
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| − | "Pants" Beth struggled to speak between giggle fits.
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| − | Mandy then realized she had left her well pressed pants on the bed.
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| − | The Fire house was decorated in all forms of christmas decorations, a descrete manger sat on the mantle of the fireplace in the crew quarters. A christmas tree sat with timer controlled lights in the corner, positioned so it could be seen from the street below. The table was decked out with red and green paper plates and plastic-ware. Plastic crystal sparkly fluted glasses held cider, juice and smoothies. It was time to get ready for the 52nd Annual Christmas Pig Burning/Roast and the preperations were in full swing. The Engines and ambulance had been parked outside, lights flashing in celebration of the night. Smoke billowed from behind the barricade of flourescent yellow metal and rubber as the roaster was on full burn. THe smell of roasting pig filling the station house. Mandy flew in through the open window left for her in the closet. SHe dressed in the spare outift that was there for her conviance and walked out into the party in full swing. Her companions: Sideslip, Horizon, and Merlin all waiting for her in the main rec room upstairs. Cheering could be heard down below and the four decended to the main floor. Mandy's older brother, Captain Gabrial Smith, was walking into the station house, a girl Mandy did not recognize on his arm. She was beautiful, dressed in a skin tight dress and bedecked with jewels.
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| − | "Attention! Everyone, HeY! LISTEN!" he shouted over the loud crowd of firemen, friends and family. "I'd like to introduce someone to you all!" He moved the woman to stand before him, and moved her hand up so all could see the gleaming rock on her finger. "This is Emma." He grinned near enough to split his face, "My fiance."
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| − | Mandy blinked and looked stunned. In the pregnant pause before the congratuary cheer from the assembled people, a whisper could be heard.
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| − | "Ockham."
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| − | ***** To be continued, in our next issue, TRUE BELEIVERS! EXCELSIOR!! *****
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