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Okay I looked it up. Stingray did have two seasons. The first was eight episodes. The second was twenty CES

The you tube channel says so but I don't think so. I think in this case it was broken in two and the loader has put them up that way. CES

The latest book for wild cards is texas hold em in 2016 CES

The Flush is a one trick pony. HIs trick is to send anything down a water tunnel to a destination of his choosing. CES

Secret Service 1938 9 Rafferty paused across the street from the Lion’s Club. He looked up and down the street. The brown car was parked down the street. He didn’t see the driver. He didn’t like the car turning up now that he was about to walk in and talk to Mick Brown. It was a complication he didn’t need. Was he wrong about the driver? Did the man work for Brown? Was he waiting for his target? Was he waiting for Rafferty to show up? The detective thought so. Rafferty went to the door. He wondered if the doorman would let him in. He knocked on the door. He waited for an answer. The doorman opened the slot to look down on him. The eyes were unfriendly. “What do you want?,” said the doorman. “Mick Brown in?,” asked Rafferty. “I’m not at liberty to say,” said the doorman. “Ask him if he killed Bob Corklin,” said Rafferty. “I’ll wait for his answer.” “Why would I do that?,” said the doorman. “Because eventually the police will be by to ask him the same thing,” said Rafferty. “Go ahead. Tell him Rafferty is waiting outside for him to come out unless he’s going to hide in there forever.” The slot closed. Rafferty stepped back from the door. He looked the street over. The brown car still sat in its place. How long did he wait? Did the driver want to see Brown too? Was he in the club with Brown? Rafferty wished he smoked. That might give him something to do other than think. The door opened. The doorman looked down at him from the top of the three steps leading up to the club door. “Mr. Brown wants to talk to you,” he said. “That’s good,” said Rafferty. He made a gesture with his hand. “Lead the way.” The doorman stepped back from the door to let him by. He smiled slightly as he walked inside. They didn’t plan to let him leave. He could see it in the man’s eyes. That was okay. If he went down, he planned to take Brown with him. The doorman shut the door. He led the way through the ground floor where the members made use of parlors to talk about their latest ventures. He paused at the bottom of a short staircase leading to a short hall. “Mr. Brown is in room six at the end of the hall,” said the doorman. “Thanks,” said Rafferty. He started up the stairs. He smiled. Room six had two thugs in suits outside of it. He walked forward, hands in his pants pockets. They looked like they expected him to pause to be searched. He didn’t pause. He swung his left on that side. The other man charged to grapple with him. Rafferty turned and threw his weight against the other man. They crashed into the door. The detective used the other man’s head for a door knocker. He dropped the guard on the other man. Rafferty bent down and grabbed the other man’s head. He slammed it against the floor of the hall. He searched them and retrieved their weapons. He tucked them in his coat as he straightened. He might need pistols more than they would in the next few moments. Rafferty pushed open the office door. He stepped inside and looked around. He didn’t see any more guards. “Hello, Rafferty,” said Brown. “What are you doing here?” “Just came by for a talk, Mick.” Rafferty closed the door. “I want to know what you know about Bob Corklin getting shot in his place.” “What makes you think I know anything about that?,” said Brown. He leaned back in his chair. Its padded bulk was twice as big as he needed. “Because he was the witness that got you off the hook,” said Rafferty. He went to a sideboard. He poured himself a shot of whiskey. “And you are the one that ties up loose ends.” “I didn’t have to tie that off,” said Brown. “He had already done his job. Matter of fact, I was getting ready to send him overseas to do some things for me in other places.” “So his death is an inconvenience,” said Rafferty. He sipped the whiskey. “Yes,” said Brown. “What is it to you?” “Nothing,” said Rafferty. “I was hoping to squeeze him until he gave me something to use to break you.” “Not likely,” said Brown. “You couldn’t stop me with a hundred Yards.” “I don’t have to now,” said Rafferty. He finished his whiskey. “Someone killed Corklin. I’m sure they’ll get you next. Have a good day, Mick.” He put the glass down on the sideboard. He walked out of the office. He stepped over the guards as he went down to the steps. The doorman wasn’t in sight. He walked back the way he had come to the front door. The doorman stepped out of a cubby set aside for him to relax from his duties. He pulled the door open for the detective to leave. “Thank you,” said Rafferty. He smiled. “Keep an eye out. Someone is looking for Mr. Brown.” “Someone other than yourself?,” said the doorman. “Yes,” said Rafferty. The detective stepped out of the club. He looked down the street. The brown car was still there. He didn’t like it. Where was the driver? Was it the same car? Rafferty decided to take a closer look. He checked the street as he walked toward the car. He didn’t see anyone out. He looked inside the car. He spotted trash on the floorboard on the passenger side. He opened the door and slid inside behind the wheel. He opened the glove box. He pawed at the papers in the box. He frowned at the name on the paperwork. He was sitting in a dead man’s car. He looked around. He saw a figure in coat and hat bundled up in a niche so he could look up and down the street. The man pointed a gun at the window of the car. Rafferty ducked. Bullets pushed glass on him. He shook his head. He had hoped to catch the other man unaware. He should have known that the other man would wait on him to get a clear shot. Now he was pinned down inside the car. The man could just walk up and finish him off. It was a good thing he had taken those guns from Brown’s guards. Rafferty took the pistols out of his coat pocket. He peeked over the dashboard. He saw the man advancing toward the car. He started firing back through the window. That should give the mystery man something to think about while he thought about trying to get out of the car. Rafferty pushed out of the open door. He fell on the street. He had the body of the car as a shield now. He looked under the car but didn’t see any feet. He couldn’t shoot the other man in the limbs if he couldn’t see him. He stood. One of the pistols tracked across the hood of the car. The shooter was behind another car up ahead. Rafferty frowned. How did he cross that space without getting shot? He ducked down as the other man lined up another shot and took the mirror off. He looked around. He needed to move. Where could he go? He decided there was something he could do. It was risky, but it was a notion that might give him the upper hand. He reached under the dashboard and worked the wiring. The engine turned over for him. He slid behind the wheel. He pressed the gas down and directed the car out of the slot and toward where his enemy waited. Bullets dug into the body of the car. He fired back through the window. He didn’t think he had scored a hit. He slammed the brakes. He jumped out of the car and aimed a pistol into the space. Where had the mystery man gone? Rafferty cautiously went around the front of the brown car. He looked the area over. Brown and his guards were in the door of the club. The mobster shook his head. The detective frowned. There was only one way the guy could have gone. He didn’t like to chase anyone down an alley. He looked at Brown and his bullies. The mobster made a be my guest gesture. The detective frowned at them. Rafferty moved forward. He paused at the mouth of the space. He didn’t see anything moving. He decided that if he could reach the first trashcan without getting shot at, then he could try for the end to check to see if the shooter was waiting at the end. Nothing moved. He paused behind the trashcan. No one shot at him. He looked behind him. Brown wasn’t in evidence. He moved down to the end of the alley. He didn’t see the man in the coat. He cursed as he looked up and down the street. Rafferty smiled. The guy was slippery, but he was on foot. There was no way he would go back for the car now that he had lost it. Rafferty started back down the alley. He still had to explain this to any constable that showed up to ask what was going on. He paused when he heard the roar of an engine. He started running. The man in the coat had got around him to get the car. He burst out of the alley in time to see the car roll away. Brown pulled back from the doorway. The driver fired at the club as he passed. Rafferty didn’t bother shooting at the car. There was no way to hit the driver from where he was. He walked over to where Brown and his men had taken cover. He put the stolen pistols away. “Looks like I’m not the only one he’s looking to get rid of, mate,” said Rafferty. “Maybe you should flee the country.” “Aren’t you going to protect me?,” said Brown. “I’m not a policeman any more,” said Rafferty. He started down the street. What was he going to do now? He needed to check in with Hawley and Fletcher. The car belonged to the man Brown had killed. Who had the access? That was his lead. If he knew who could get the car from where it was, that would give him a lead on the gunman. On the other hand, he had an idea he was looking for a relative of Litner’s. The police had missed them during the investigation. Another fork was a friend that had decided to take up arms. Rafferty knew that Brown wasn’t involved in this. It didn’t mean much, but with the mobster being a target, he didn’t have to worry about the man coming after him until he had this situation straightened out. He needed some food and drink. Then he could think of some way to track his problem down and deal with him. Maybe Fletcher had some kind of thoughts where he should go next. Rafferty looked back at the club. The members were going to have to get someone to fix the front of the building. //172833

Someone hit a goose in front of one of our guys. He put his car in front of the other car and threatened to do the same to the guy. The guy's dad showed up and our guy was like your kid deliberately hit a goose and I am ready to kick his butt, and yours too. CES

A whole lot of Cannell's Stingray CES

I am going to option out the Justice Machine's Cobalt Blue CES

Master of the sea, Arthur Crimmons is vying for the name of Narwhal against the other villain claiming it. This gives his team two sets of enemies that hate them: Halo, and the villains associated with the other Narwhal. Since I came up with this team, I stand down for Steriaca to pick one. CES

Four guys, bud. CES

While Halo is trying to make the world a better place, the four male members of Horns are trying to wreck it. Villains with horns on their heads is the call to arms. CES

The Big Baby may technically be a baby, but he's a baby giant. He doesn't have much intelligence yet, but even following the simple commands of the Infantryman is enough to cause havoc on the battlefield, especially when he deploys his breath weapon. CES

Mad Madison Madchek never gave up living, even after dying. Not wanting to rest, and no way to enjoy life, this Madwoman began possessing other women to live life to the fullest. Everyone know when she is about since her rides wear a ring of light around their heads. CES

I think I am two picks down. I would like to option the forties hero Blue Bolt and option Blue, Daughter of Nightcrawler. CES

THat's right. CES

I would like to draft Bluestreak CES

Secret Service 1938 8 Rafferty called the Operator. There was no news there either. Watchdogs were following Bones’s girlfriend around. Since it was the first day they didn’t have anything to report yet. He wondered if she knew anything at all. He thought about Bones’s gun being tied to foreigners being killed. He thought he saw the scheme there. What would she do without an assassin to help her? Would she get a new one, or simply go out of business? What would the Jerries do without their terror machine in operation? Who else was involved? That was the key to that mystery. If Fletcher’s people could find that out, they might be able to turn everything against the controlling agent and handler. Did he want to get involved in the play for another assassin recruitment? He decided maybe later. He wanted to talk to a couple of people first. He needed a way to get at the mystery hitman, and Brown. He needed to be visible asking questions. He needed to show his face if he wanted to act as bait. He decided to save the car and costume for any night visits he might have to do. The day was fair, so he might as well use the Underground to carry out his errands. When he picked up the car, he could drive to any target he might need to use force to persuade. Rafferty decided that one person could tell him what Mick Brown was doing other than the man himself. That person lived north of central London in the same apartment that he had moved into when he was a kid. He could move on to other places once he knew the lay of the land. The detective used the Underground to get as close as he could before he waved down a cab. He gave the driver the address he wanted and leaned back against the backseat. He noted a brown car following the cab, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He had no way to close with it to get a look at the driver since he wasn’t driving. And it was a free country. Anyone could use the road. Rafferty made a note to keep an eye on it until he was sure the car wasn’t following him. This might be his mystery shooter. If he could lure the driver in close, it might be the chance he needed to prove the driver had killed Corklin and shot at him. That would help close out part of the complicated mess and allow him to concentrate on bringing in Brown. The mob boss was tricky enough on his own. The mystery man just gave him cover to do what he wanted to do. “Drop me off at the next corner,” Rafferty said to his driver. “I’d like to take a minute to stretch my legs before I talk to my acquaintance.” “Not a problem, sir,” said the driver. “Just give me a second to pull up and everything will be right as rain.” The cab pulled to the curb. Rafferty noted the brown car had pulled out of sight as he stood on the curb. He paid the driver and started toward the old apartment building he wanted. He wondered if the driver of the brown car was the man who had shot at him. Would the man pay a visit to the apartment he was going to after he had left? He would warn the tenant, but he doubted he could do more than that. Rafferty entered through the gated main door to the lobby on the ground floor. He went to the steps to go up. The elevator didn’t work, and he didn’t want to be caught in the cab since he expected enemy action. He paused when he reached the floor of the apartment he wanted to visit. He didn’t hear, or see, anything out of the ordinary. He walked down to the apartment door, flipping the number back up so it was a three instead of an E. He knocked on the door. He kept away from the door, and an eye watching the doors on the floor. He was fine with the occupant getting killed, but not when he was there. “Who’s there,” asked the weedy voice of the occupant. “It’s Rafferty,” said the detective. “I need to talk to you for a minute, Spenser.” The door opened. A thin man in his sixties with a cap covering his thinning gray hair peered out. He had a small cigar stuck in his mouth. He exhaled a small snort when he saw his visitor. “What do you want, boy?,” asked Spenser. He stepped aside to allow Rafferty to enter. “I’m retired. I don’t have time for your shenanigans.” “I just need to talk to someone who knows more about how things work than I do,” said Rafferty. He went to the window. He peered around the curtain at the street below. The brown car was at the curb. “I heard what happened,” said Spenser. He settled in his arm chair. “That’s water under the bridge,” Rafferty said. “I have a new job. What I need is to talk about what’s going on and hope you can give me some way to make sense of things.” “Go ahead with your blather,” said Spenser. “I have the Orchestra on the radio in a bit.” “Mick Brown might be tied in with a foreign government,” Rafferty said. He smiled at the audible snort. “One of his men has apparently been shooting foreigners for money. I have a strong suspicion that Brown doesn’t know about this side business.” “Seems straightforward,” said Spenser. “You just have to catch the killer and let nature take its course.” “Here is the problem,” said Rafferty. “Corklin, the man who testified against me, is dead. Someone has shot at me. I thought at first that it was Brown, but now I am not so sure.” “You were thinking it was Brown’s man tying off any problem,” said Spenser. “Now it looks like another party is on the scene.” “Exactly,” said Rafferty. “How do I prove that beyond a reasonable doubt? The Yard has Brown’s shooter by now. I would rather think he will clam up and deny anything.” “Which means that you won’t know if you’re correct until he takes another shot,” said Spenser. “And any suspicious death can be blamed on the one shooter they know was going around shooting people, so the Yard might not even look into another shooter unless something happens,” said Rafferty. “Any suggestions?” “The obvious thing is to set a trap,” said Spenser. “I know you’ve already considered it.” “Yes,” said Rafferty. “The problem is what do I use for a bait and where can I set it. I expect he will be following me around to get another chance when I’m alone.” “The area is obvious,” said Spenser. “Go to one of Brown’s clubs and see if you can get in to talk to the man. Your second shooter will try to kill you when you leave the club.” “That sounds like the worst idea for a trap that I’ve ever heard,” said Rafferty. “You won’t know if it won’t work until you try it,” said Spenser. “Let me know how it goes.” “Thanks, Spenser,” said Rafferty. “I’ll see what I can do.” “Just remember Jimmy,” said Spenser. “This second shooter might be tied in with the case you were trying against Brown. Maybe you should dig up some details on the victim.” Rafferty nodded. That made a little sense. He had thought he was dealing with a stranger tied in with Brown and his gang. Maybe he was looking at a vigilante after all. Who would the shooter target when he was sure Rafferty was dead? There were quite a few people on that list. He expected Brown and his security would get a visit. The barristers arguing the case might be held responsible. The judge could also be a target. A visit to Brown might be the thing he needed to turn things around. Once he had done that, he should check in with Hawley and Fletcher. Maybe they had dug up something while he was moving around. If he could get his second shooter to shoot Brown, he found he didn’t have a problem with that thought. It was amazing how your perspective changed when you might be fighting for your life against a killer used to striking from ambush and moving along criminal lines. He said his farewells and left the apartment. He walked down the stairs with an eye for anybody who might be looking up at him. He reached the lobby and walked across it to the front door. He stepped out on the sidewalk and looked around for a cab, or the local Underground entrance. The brown car rolled behind him at good distance. Unless he wanted to pull the Webley that Fletcher had given him and start shooting, he had to deal with it. He thought about where Brown should be at the moment. He should head over there and see if he could get in and talk to the man himself. There was still a small chance that Corklin and him had been targeted by someone not really caring about the single victim in the woods. It was the only thing that tied him and Corklin together. Rafferty walked down the street. He kept an eye out for the brown car as he looked for a cab he could wave down. Broad daylight with not that many witnesses around was almost as good as the dead of night in his opinion. He kept walking. He might be in the wrong part of town to pick up a cab. He might have to try the Underground. It didn’t matter how much time it took. There was no guarantee that Brown would be anywhere he could reach without brute force. That time of day usually meant the mobster was entertaining in his hotel rooms with a view of the city. Rafferty doubted he would appreciate any intrusion in his holding court. The detective smiled. All he had to do was get in the room and ruin the man’s day. That would be something to think about. Rafferty paused. He looked around. No one looked interested in him. He headed down the street, looking for a call box. Hawley would know what he needed to know. The inspector had a steel trap mind. The idea might not lead to anything, but it kept him moving. And a moving target was a missed target. He spotted a callbox. Would Hawley be in yet? Would any of the other detectives that would speak to him? The man killed by Brown’s gang was named Louis Litner. They couldn’t find anyone who was a member of his family, or closer than the neighbors on his street. That didn’t mean they weren’t out there. And Hawley would know if anyone had came forward to collect Litner’s body from the coroner. It was a long shot, but if he could find a suspect for his shooter, he could visit the man when he was least expected. And if he could turn him in with the pistol he had shot Corklin with, that would be so much the better. A better idea was to turn the fellow loose on Brown and wait for one of them to win the war while he waited in the shrubbery for his chance to pile on. Then he could worry about what he wanted to do as Fletcher’s masked vigilante. He supposed he had already done something in that vein at the casino. Burning the place down had been a bit too much. He hoped that he had hurt Brown’s pockets enough to matter. He spotted a call box ahead. If Hawley could find out anything else about Litner, that might be enough to lay some kind of trap. His other idea was to keep walking around until someone took a shot at him. He didn’t think that as good as finding his opponent first. //170956

I would like to grab the blue diamond. CES

I have to admit I don't really pick out a theme. I think the last draft was the closest that I have ever done. CES

Angie Mack is the Explorer, using her multiple purpose harness which includes a shapeble forcefield to survive in dangerous conditions as she maps out areas that no one has ever seen before. CES

Vincent Valentino is able to charm the ladies. They will do anything for him after a few moments of conversation. Valentino uses this devotion to further his ends as the Lover. CES

I'm picking Dan Cassidy, the Blue Devil, for Friday CES

I would like to pull Ted Kord, the blue beetle for my second pick CES

Loaded The Cauldron of Chemical X CES

While the May Draft is going on, Psybolt has won this one by a single vote. Congrats, Psybolt CES