*sound of dice rolling*<br/><br/>There was a very meaningful pause.<br/><br/>"Really, Spoiler?  Oh, I'm terribly sorry.  I should be praising your diligence, shouldn't I?"  Dr. Omega began to pace, mirroring the Spoiler.  "You're right, of course.  All signs point to Trepian as the culprit.  No doubt he would do away with me if he saw enough profit in it."<br/><br/>"Never mind, of course, that the ECPD would call for a bomb squad if you delivered them an unsolicited box full of<em>cabbage</em>."  Dr. Omega whirled on him, furiously.  "And never mind that<em>either</em>of us could have found and evaded any trap Trepian might have set, with more dexterity than the entire police department!  Naturally you had my best interests at heart when you left that dangerous little crate -- full of materials valuable to me, trap or no trap! -- with the police and left<em>me</em>to face Trepian's reprisal with no explanation to give him!  Certainly, faced with such an emergency, you never had the chance to help me escape or warn me beforehand."<br/><br/>"And, yes, the North Fork Four.  How suspicious that they dropped in on our meeting.  It seems unlike Trepian to betray one 'surfacer' to another, but he certainly has nothing but contempt for me -- and as you say, no one else could have done it.  You're absolutely right.  You, for example, didn't know where or precisely when the meeting was until we got there.  You never had a chance to betray me to the 'heroes.'"<br/><br/>"You never had the chance," he repeated idly, "so of course you couldn't have done it.  But then...oh, my."  Dr. Omega raised one finger, eyes wide in mock amazement.  "You're a<em>time traveler</em>!  How silly of me not to think of that already!  I hope whatever you got for that implausium was worth it, Spoiler."<br/><br/>The evil scientist made a curt gesture with his hand, and loud, obnoxious klaxons began to blare in the lab, accompanied by flashing red lights.  Ninjas, at least two dozen of them, leaped from the shadows, hurling throwing stars in the Spoiler's direction.<br/><br/>Most of them could hit the broad side of a barn on a good day, but it made little difference, since they stood no chance of actually harming him.