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March 19th, 2000 Dick Dante is coping well with his recent transformation. The house is nearly complete and the dwarves are starting to pack up. He has to admit, he will miss the noise, the late night singing, and the weekend drinking sessions. Hell even the feats of strength just got more interesting as Dick is no longer a 98lb weakling.
Dick has been avoiding the news. What with the 24 hour news cycle talking on and on about how the Black Event ruined everything and the collapse of CHESS just puts him in a foul mood.
He was not looking forward to testifying before Congress about his activities in the former Central Headquarters for Strategic Surveillance.
The phone rang, it was a call from a Doctor Kincaid Rubens from Science City's famous Galen Medical Center. They needed help. Col. Marshal Strong was not awakening from his medically induced coma. Dante packed his medical bag, along with his occult bag, and headed for the airport.
He arrived in Arizona with no incident. Still, all the towers of iron bothered him. He didn't realize how the city affected him.
He was admitted into Strong's room and the doctors all pretty much admitted that they only called him out of desperation. Dick didn't care for that remark. He thought how easy it would be to take his claw and sever their throats. It only they knew he was a hulking insect armed with pinchers and covered in bullet proof armor. The fairy glamour fooled them all.
These thoughts disturbed him. It must be all this iron...
His eyes first fell on the physical therapist, she was tall, pale with strawberry blond hair and pale blue eyes. She was lovely. She was fair. He admired her statuesque body. He only reluctantly pulled his eyes from her form to look at his patient. Dick was starting to realize that the transformation was not just physical...
Col. Strong. The man the myth, the legend. He was laying in this bed. He was missing for months and showed up, in a small local Rocky Mountain hospital. The townsfolk all knew him as Mr. Ripple, and lived in a log cabin in the woods that his great grandfather built. He was the local hermit, friendly, and never caused trouble. How is this possible? Did Col Strong live a secret life? Dick would have questions once he woke his comrade up.
The charts and graphs showed that there is nothing wrong. The drugs were flushed out of system nearly instantaneously. His stamina was herculean. Why was he not waking up.
Sara Ram, the physical therapist was moving Strong's arms and legs. She remarked that he never formed any bed sores. So he surmised that there most be a non physical reason for his current state.
He donned his crystal spectacles and read his patients aura. He ruled out possession. He ruled out mind control, but he detected magic. Odd. He gazed further and found he was be spelled by some sort of enchantment. He peeled back the dweomer and saw the individual letters in the spell. It was sleep, no stronger, a slumber. He would not awake from anything normal.
He asked this lovely Sara Ram to give him some privacy with his patient. He watched her walk out. His eyes watched her walked down the hall for no reason other than it pleased him. Dick thought he would ask her to dinner after this. He thought she would be crazy to say no.
Again, this transformation change him more than he realized.
Now, to work.
He took some blankets from the linen closet, sat in the comfy chair, covered himself, yawned, and went to sleep.
The Silver Key was on a chain around his neck. He used it to Dreamwalk. He passed some sort of barrier into a nice country town. He walked down a dirt road into the woods and found a rather rugged looking Col Strong chopping wood.
Strong looked up and didn't recognized Dante. They spoke and Strong brought him inside his home. It as nice, and crisp. Dante was amazed at how sharp Strong's dream was. It didn't slide at all. Dante was amazed at how strong Col. Strong's mind was.
Dante showed Strong that he was really asleep in a hospital bed. He reminded him that he had a heart attack and collapsed. Strong vaguely remembered this. He looked at the clock, turned away, and when he looked back it was a hand with five burning wicks on the tip of each finger. Dante recognized a Hand Of Glory.
Strong knew he should wake up and leapt at the image of the Hand of Glory. He found himself sitting up in his hospital bed.
Sara Ram was in his room. She was putting a black duffle bag in his closet. She turned and had a syringe in hand. Col. Strong remembered her. He fought her before. She killed his friend, Illusions? Elusion. Yes, the fog of sleep was burning away. She was Sera, daughter of Ares. She killed Elusion. She was a world class threat. He jumped out of bed and struck her.
She tried to impale him with the needle.
They traded blows, back and forth, smashing walls. She stabbed him in the forehead with a small athame. Strong rolled backwards and threw her through the wall. He jumped after her and they grappled on the floor.
Dick Dante was still asleep. With Strong gone, he was in a neutral grey area of the Dream World. He was trapped in a Dream Catcher. He heard giggling.
"I am going to cut out your heart, fill it with piss, then sew it back into your chest and pump my piss through out your body till your are filled with pi..."
Dante had enough of T'wat's threats. He pulled himself back to his body and awoke. He was startled to see that Marshal Strong and the sexy amazon he was planning on rutting with were in the midst of a battle.
He thought for a second or two who he should help.
He cast a perplex spell at Sera, who didn't even seem to notice it.
Strong smashed Sera into the far wall of the room. She wrapped her legs around his head, pulled herself up by her thighs, and then smashed Strong in the head with her elbow.
Dante then cast another perplex spell. This confused her. Strong took this opportunity to body slam her through the floor.
Oh no, underneath was the children's ward!
She grabbed a child's bed, and tossed it at Strong. Strong took the hit, and then grabbed the flying child and stopped her from hitting the wall. Dante flew down and used his body to break the momentum of the bed from hitting Jimmy Peck. Jimmy Peck took this time to shit in his jammies.
Strong put the child down, smiled at her, and told her not to do drugs. She promised she wouldn't and smiled back.
Dante pushed the bed to ground so it would not fall on anyone. Sera took this time to run. She knocked her away across the hall, and smashed though the window, nine stories down to the moving walkways.
Dante flew and grabbed Strong. As fast as Sera was, Dante was faster. Sera grabbed a bystander and threw him off the elevated walkway. It was a 100 foot drop into traffic. Dante closed the distance. Marshal Strong dropped to the ground, and used his powerful leg muscles to jump and catch the poor guy in midair, saving him.
Sera threw another guy in the other direct AT a building. Dante couldn't catch the guy in time, and he slammed into the wall. A loud crack was heard.
Dante caught the guy before he hit the ground, but his neck was broken. He flew low so Strong could grab him and they went back to the hospital.
Strong ordered everyone in the emergency room to prep for surgery. They did emergency surgery on the guy, and Dante even used spells. After a four hour operation, it was as if nothing had happened.
By this time, the fire department had contained the fire that started, the police contained the scene and Strong and Dante were held for questioning. It was then that they found out their clearance had been revoked.
Using his fame, and charisma, Strong went back to his room and got dressed. He took Sera's black duffle bag. He found the Hand of Glory, packed it in the bag with his stuff, and he and Dante went off to Dante's home in Portland.
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