Mystery-Men in Time IC
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				Title: <strong>Mystery-Men in Time IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GabrielM</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 21:39:33</strong>
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				(This is at a moment when they are not needed by Dr. Chronos)<br><br>Dirk was perched on a roof enjoying the night breeze when he heard a screen from down below. He stood looking over the ledge and saw that a man was harassing a girl down street level. He took a breath and jumped however he didn't hit the ground he hovered about a foot in the air behind the man. He landed and tapped The man on his shoulder, the man turned on his heel and yelled "What the hell do you want ass ho..." The man saw that he was the GrayGhost and didn't even hesitate throwing the first punch. <br><br>GG easily ducked under the punch reaching up and pulling down on the mans shoulders as he stood back up lifting his knee into the mans groin and thowing him to the right into the wall. He walked over and pulled the man back up before headbutting and knocking the man out.<br><br>GG began to walk away when the woman ran up to him grabbing his arm. "Wait! is there some way I can repay you?" she asked and once GG turned to face the attractive woman she kissed him. Once she was finished GG took a step back, "I have to go..." He hoped that it came of mysterious and he hoped she would not notice the bulge beginning in his pants. He turned and flew back onto the roof.<br><br>GG went on to finish his patrol route. As the sun started to break the sky line he made his way back to his home. He stood up on the ledge andplaced his hands in his pockets. He felt a small card in one of them and pulled it out. It read "Stacy Murray professional actress" it also had her number and email on it. He loved this town. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery-Men in Time IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 19:55:55</strong>
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				It was the spring of 1942 as Kit took to the skies once more. New York City had this nervous tension in the air whenever people looked east, like they could see across the ocean to the continent plunged into war. Heck, according to Kit it wasn't just New York- it was the whole of the United States. The USA was just beginning to take part in the war overseas, but most people could read the writing on the wall. It wasn't going to be a limited support roll like many captains of industry wanted it to be. <br><br>Unofficially, Kit knew that America has been involved for a while. According to his sources, American spies were on the ground in the European theater within a month of the first bomb hitting England. American pilots had signed on the the RAF not long after that. And, according to Kit's sources, Nazi spies have been on the ground even longer.<br><br>This would be Kit's Baptism of Fire, he could see it now. The New York based superhero got lucky before, the case had looked like some random madman was attacking the families of the officers of our boys overseas. Some wives and children roughed up, and when there were no kids the maniac usually made a very real attempt to rape the wife. Fortunately, by the time he actually got to a wife of an officer that didn't have kids his pattern was clearly figured out by the OSS- and at the first sign of SkyMan he'd bolt. The wives in question were rightfully spooked, roughed up a bit, and enough torn clothing that they wouldn't be considered decent- but he'd gotten there in time so far.<br><br>And now there's been a break in the case. The attacks were a smokescreen, what seems to be a deranged maniac was actually a coldly calculating spy. His real goal was the covers and assignments of active OSS agents and spies from the New York area. From when the g-man told him, that meant dozens of our side's best intelligence operatives would be compromised- and dead within 24 hours if the spy made it to his rendezvous with his handler.<br><br>To make things even worse, as far as anyone could tell the spy had a hostage- the ravishing reporter for the Times, Angela Kincaid. Nobody knew for sure if he did, of course- but she did have enough moxie to go after him herself if she figured it all out, and she was definitely smart enough to. Add that to the fact that she's been missing for about 4 hours now, things didn't look good. And if Helga, the admittedly stunningly beautiful and enigmatic blonde woman believed to be the local nazi spymaster, was present this could get ugly quick.<br><br>The rendezvous was the old quarry out of town, and while the spy had a head start that could be as long as 2 hours, SkyMan was much faster then any car would ever be.<br><br>"<strong>Time to man up.</strong>" Kit tells himself, gaining altitude and streaking across the New York skyline.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery-Men in Time IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 08:21:13</strong>
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				Cormac, or rather the second man to wear that costume and name, stood on a rooftop in Queens, when his cellphone vibrated. He looked at the caller ID and said "Gramps!" as he answered the call "Rooftop of Astoria and..." he paused "Yes, above Mr. Tesonikos' deli."<br><br>"No, I won't ask him for two gyros." he said. "He's 72 years old, and if I walk in wearing this costume so similar as yours, he'll go bonkers, thinking it's you. I'll buy them after my patrol's done and I'm changed. Yeah. Take care Gramps, see ya."<br><br>No sooner than he had put his cell back on his belt, he heard the scream. It seemed to come from the other end of the block, so he ran through rooftops, jumping across gaps, until he was there. Looking down, he saw two thugs harassing an old woman, pulling at her purse.<br><br>"I've seen enough." he said, and jumped of the roof without hesitation. Landing behind the thugs, his massive frame crouching with cracked pavement under his combat boots. Cracking his knuckles, one fist in his other hand. "Who goes first?"<br><br>The thugs knew who he was, and just dropped their knives and ran away, in terror. He smiled at the old woman, and said "Ma'am, can I escort you home?"<br><br>"Oh, thank you Cormac! Say, didn't you use to have an Irish accent... when I was a young girl?"<br><br>"That was my..." he paused. "Inspiration." he offered her his arm, towering over her tiny frame "Now, shall we?"<br><br>"Yes, yes." the lady said as he took his arm and they walked away. "Would you like a gyro? I bought too many, I think."<br><br>"Well..."
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