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Read To Clear Away Shadows by Drake. This is the second book set in the RCN where Leary and Mundy aren't the main characters. Harry Harper is asked to join the Far Traveler as a biologist. This leads to finds from humanity's predecessors among the stars. It's told in both third and first person for some reason. The Adventure Zone:Murder on the Rockport Express. A group of D&D adventurers have to figure out why their conductor was beheaded and behanded before their train reaches the destination. A pretty good graphic novel. CES

They can team up with the other teams. I'll think of something to put down. CES

Tear it down by Nick Petrie. Peter Ash and Lewis get involved in the Memphis underworld when they decide to help a woman who's house just had a dump truck driven into it and a kid who robbed a jewelry store CES

heard on the radio while at work. Disc Jockey for 97.3 reports man run over by a train, gets up, and walks away with alcohol still intact CES

5 Logan enjoyed the time with his family. After dinner, they watched television until it was time for Brady to go to bed. He snuggled with Gloria on the couch. “We have to go to that ball tomorrow,” said Gloria. “You’re going to have to take another night off from being Log Man.” “I didn’t give a beating to my problem children tonight,” said Logan. “I don’t know if I can skip two nights. They’ll forget me.” “No, they won’t,” said Gloria. She smiled from her spot on top of him. She sipped a small amount of wine she had poured when Brady went to bed. “If anything, they’ll get more scared if you showed up randomly to wreck things and weren’t on a schedule.” “Creating fear through absence is a tried terror tactic,” said Logan. He hugged Gloria. “I have Hillary trying to turn the testimony at the scene into something usable. He said it would take a couple of days.” “What do you think that will show?,” said Gloria. “I’m hoping it will show who fired the fatal bullet so I can make whichever gang responsible give up that member if they want some peace and quiet,” said Logan. “And if none of them do?,” asked Gloria. “Then it’s back to wrecking their stuff until I get something I can use,” said Logan. “Such is the way of the power mad super vigilante.” “The ball is a little more important than your street gang problem,” said Gloria. “They’re setting up the display for that jewelry exhibit tonight.” “They’re putting the jewelry in tonight?,” asked Logan. “I didn’t see any mention of that in the coverage.” “As far as I know only the people like me know,” said Gloria. “I have to get over there,” said Logan. “When are they installing things?” “They’re doing it right now,” said Gloria. She sat up and put her wine glass on the table. “So I have some time,” said Logan. He stood up. He bent down and kissed Gloria as hard as he could. “What’s going on?,” asked Gloria. “Teflon Billy is going to hit the exhibit tonight as soon as they are done setting things up,” said Logan. “He has someone inside telling him things.” “I think you’re trying to get out of date night,” said Gloria. “I need you to call the committee and see if you can find out who’s in charge of things,” Logan said. “Call me when you know.” “It’s ten at night,” said Gloria. “Everyone else has gone to bed by now.” “Everyone?,” asked Logan. “Maybe Lois Carstairs is still up,” said Gloria. “Are you really serious about this?” “If he doesn’t hit tonight, he’ll hit tomorrow around the ball,” said Logan. “This guy is slick. I wish I had thought of this earlier. I could use some help if I’m right.” “Let me make my call,” said Gloria. “I’ll go out with you.” “Are you sure?,” asked Logan. “He better show up is all I’m saying,” said Gloria. She pulled out her phone as she walked from the living room. Logan wrapped himself in his wooden body and leaf cape as he waited. He hoped he was right about this. He had been a hero for a while, and Gloria had supported him, but ruining date night would put him in the doghouse for a while. He didn’t want to work his way out of the doghouse while trying to take care of his other business. Gloria returned. She had exchanged her clothes for the leather suit she wore as Diamond Spear. She fitted her mask in place with gloved hands. “Lois said that Lane Gentry is in charge of the setup,” said Gloria. “He should be there watching things for the committee.” “Let me make a call,” Logan said. He pulled his own phone out of his wooden body. He looked up Ken’s number and pushed the contact button. “What does Lane Gentry have to do with anything?,” asked Gloria. “I don’t know, but I would be interested in finding out,” said Logan. He waited for an answer as he thought about the name. He didn’t know Gentry, so he was interested in what he did for the Committee. “What you want?,” asked Ken after a moment of the phone ringing. He sounded irritable at being disturbed while trying to get the paper together for the night. “I need you to call Phillips and ask him to dig into a guy named Lane Gentry,” said Logan. “Can do?” “Why the interest?,” asked Ken. “He’s setting up the exhibit for the ball tomorrow,” said Logan. “I just want to make sure there’s no skeletons in the closet.” “This is about Teflon Billy, isn’t it?,” asked Ken. “I don’t know, but it never hurts to verify someone’s credentials,” said Logan. “And if everything goes right, we can turn it into a puff piece on the organizer of the Grand Charity Ball and the charity itself.” “But you think Teflon Billy is going to hit the exhibit,” said Ken. “I don’t know, but it would be great to see if there are any leaks we can plug before things go south,” said Logan. “I’ll call Phillips and put him on it,” said Ken. “Thanks, Ken,” said Logan. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Logan put the phone back under his bark skin after he hung up. Gloria pulled on her gloves to make sure they wouldn’t come off while she was in action. “You think Gentry is giving your thief inside information?,” asked Gloria. “Don’t know,” said Logan. “Maybe there’s a connection. Maybe there isn’t. I can see Billy hitting the exhibit tonight instead of after the ball tomorrow. So we’re going to take a look around first.” “I haven’t been on a stake out in forever,” said Gloria. “It’s just like riding a bicycle,” said Logan. “You never forget.” “All right,” said Gloria. “Let’s do this before the wine wears off.” “At least I’m the one driving,” said Logan. “To the Log Mobile.” “That’s hilarious,” said Gloria. “I hope Teflon Billy does show up. I want to pay him back for ruining my night.” “Don’t worry,” said Log Man. “If he doesn’t show up tonight, he’ll be there tomorrow.” “How do you know?,” asked Gloria. They walked to the garage where Logan created his wooden vehicle to carry them. “Because the value of the collection is in the millions and it’s only going to be together for the next few days,” said Logan. “We’ve been covering it for a while. Billy likes to hit stationary targets. He’s not going to try for an armored car, or courier. He’ll go for the showroom.” “And he only has the next three days to do the job,” said Gloria. “When you reminded me about the ball, that made me think of the coverage of the ball,” said Logan. “So you had a Poole moment,” said Gloria. “Exactly,” said Logan. “The problem is what if I am wrong, and he’s hitting some other jewel collection while we’re looking for him at the showroom.” “If that happens, you owe me another date night,” said Gloria. “I will gladly pay that,” said Logan. “I know a place that has the best hamburgers in the world.” “I’m not talking about hamburgers, mister,” said Gloria. She swatted him on the arm. “You know darn well what I’m talking about.” “I will do whatever I can to make you happy,” said Logan. He smiled. “You will,” said Gloria. She nodded her head. “Now, I have to start making plans for something grandiose and complicated.” “Can’t we stay home and cuddle on the couch,” asked Logan. “That’s what we were going to do tonight,” said Gloria. “Not anymore.” “That’s fair, I guess,” said Logan. “There’s the Hoxton,” said Gloria. She pointed at an almost triangle of a building. “The show room is at the rear, facing out on the parking lot and pool area.” Logan pulled the Log Mobile to the curb as he looked around. How would Billy get into the hotel? He probably checked in as a guest. The hotel would not give him the names of everyone that had checked in. That would be against the law. Billy would probably violate the door somehow. His power should allow him to take out the hinges and drop the door to the ground. Did he have a room in the Hoxton was the bigger question. If he did, he could just hide the jewels, go back to his room, and pretend like he didn’t know what had happened and walk away. The police wouldn’t be able to hold him without proof that he had taken the merchandise. Had some kind of guard been hired to watch things? Would he be able to stop Billy? How did he and Gloria want to set up so they could watch things? If he had his brainstorm earlier, they could have taken a room and walked down to watch the room from the inside of the hotel themselves. “Let’s see how the other side looks,” said Log Man. “Maybe we’ll have a better view of things.” He pulled away from the curb and circled the hotel to enter the parking lot.

Father An Ran should have known better than to read the books in the forbidden section of the Church's library. He should have known better to say the words inside some of them. He definitely should not have agreed to the deal no matter what. Now he attacks the Catholic church with his clerical powers, doing whatever he can to weaken its standing as a force for good CES

Scouting in the woods 2 Stella mediated a deal between the four of them so they could each get a bit of what they wanted without being too greedy. She glanced at Mister and Mrs. Morgan. They watched the conversation but didn’t interfere. “All right,” said Mark. He sipped on his cola. “This is great.” “Thank you for helping me,” said Melinda. She held out a bag of candy for Stella to take one piece. “Everyone got something?,” asked Marty. He had secured a bottle of soda and a moon pie for himself. He offered a bite to his wife, but Finch declined with an upraised hand blocking it from sight. The chorus of yeses made him smile. He took a bite of his moon pie and a sip of soda from the bottle while gesturing for the kids to head back to the van. Finch patted him on the cheek as she passed. “In the back, Ruff,” commanded Mark. “We’re headed up into the woods.” The dog jumped in the van and made its way to its spot. It loomed over the seat to watch the girls eat their treats. “No, Ruff,” said Melinda. “Candy is bad for dogs.” Ruff barked before settling with his head on his paws. “She’s right, Ruff,” said Marty as he got behind the driver’s wheel. “Candy is bad for dogs.” One bark answered that. “Don’t be a trial,” said Marty. “I have steak we can cook tonight over a roaring fire.” Ruff jumped up to to look over the seat. His ears were pointed at the front of the van. “Yes, steak for us,” said Marty. “Everyone else is getting vegetables.” Ruff barked. He dropped down. His tail started beating the seat again. “And you said steak was bad,” Marty said. He glanced at his wife. She shook her head. “Everyone buckled in?,” asked Marty. He looked over his shoulder at the kids. Everyone nodded back at him. “Let’s head up to the camp site. We want to set up our tents before nightfall.” The van pulled away from the store and headed down the road. Stella looked out the window on her side. The trees encroached on the road as they rolled along. “There’s our turn,” said Marty. “We’re going to have to park and walk up the rest of the way.” “Walking?,” said Mark. “Not walking,” said Melinda. Ruff barked. “Yes, walking,” said Marty. “The exercise will do you good.” “I don’t think so,” said Mark. “And that’s why we don’t pay you to think,” said Marty. “There’s our spot.” Marty pulled the van into the slot reserved for vehicles like his. He cut the engine and got out. He walked back to the rear of the van and opened the rear door. Ruff sat up. “Coming, or going?,” Marty asked. Ruff jumped down to the gravel parking lot. Finch herded the kids out of the van. She checked them visually before sending them to the back. She pointed at the dog. It sat where she pointed. It grinned easily at its surroundings. “All right,” said Marty. “We’re going to take our things up to the camp site. Stay together and don’t wander off the trail. There’s still some dangerous animals that like to hang around and eat a kid. Here we go.” Marty opened a cargo space in the rear section. He took out two backpacks, and handed them to Mark and Melinda. He pulled out two bags with long sections of cloth and rods in them. He handed one to Mark, the other to Bond. He pulled out a case of canned drinks and handed those to Melinda. He pulled out three big coolers last. He handed one to Stella, one to his wife, and put the last on the ground. He checked to see if he missed anything before closing everything up and locking the van down. “Let’s go, guys,” said Marty. “We want to set up our tents and cook dinner before the night comes.” “Do you think there are bears?,” asked Melinda. “I’m sure there are,” said Marty. “That’s why I brought your mother along. No bear is going to get in our camp with her around.” “Don’t be a scaredy cat,” said Mark. “No animal is going to get close with Ruff on duty. He’s a good dog.” “Don’t underestimate the scavengers and bugs,” said Marty. “Even with a dog around, that doesn’t mean it will stop them from foraging. And larger predators may attack if they are having problems. Again that is why I brought your mother along.” “I suppose that’s okay,” said Mark. “I’m so glad you agree with me,” said Marty. He kept his eyeroll down to one turn. The group trooped into the woods. Marty sang songs from his youth off key and annoying to the kids, and his wife. He didn’t care. He had a cooler on his shoulder and a place picked out where they could take it easy for the whole weekend. He didn’t plan to do anything more than petting his dog, and napping under the shade of a tall tree. “The singing is bad, Dad,” said Mark. “That’s the sound of the men working on the chain gang, son,” said Marty. “Your mother will explain it to you when you’re older.” Mrs. Morgan shook her head. There would be no explanation from her. “All right, guys,” said Marty. “Take a left off the trail there and look for a clear spot next to a small pile of rocks.” “Should we be going off the trail like this?,” asked Bond. “That’s why we brought the dog,” said Marty. “Don’t go anywhere without him. Ruff will always return to me.” “Always?,” asked Stella. She glanced at the hound sniffing trees as they walked. “That’s what his nose is for, hon,” said Marty. “He can sniff a trail for almost a week before it gets old. Take him with you wherever you go, he’ll always bring you back to camp.” “And he’s a good pillow,” said Melinda. “He likes that a lot too.” Ruff barked in agreement. He loved the laying around and reading over people’s shoulders. “There’s our pile of rocks,” said Marty. “Let’s see what we got to work with as far as putting up our tents and getting ready to eat.” The clearing was an oval surrounded on all sides by bushes and trees. A pyramid of rocks had been set up in the center. Stella noticed someone had cut an hourglass in a circle on one of the stones. How many times had Mister Morgan camped in this spot? “All right,” said Marty. “Melinda, Mark, gather firewood. Stella and Bond, we want something where we can just drape the tent halves over and then spike them to the ground. If you don’t mind getting the fire started, Honey, that should get most of what we need going.” Mark and Melinda vanished into the surrounding undergrowth. Ruff went with them. He didn’t bark as he kept an eye on the younger Morgans. Marty took all the camping equipment out of the storage bags. He set all the tents up with a minimum of effort. He gave directions to the kids as he let them help out. Finch turned the pyramid into a circle of stones. She gathered up some twigs and piled them in the center. She took a dry piece between her thumb and index finger. In a second, it was burning. She put that on top of the pile of wood. “Wait until the kids are adults before you show them how to do that,” said Marty. Finch smiled. She breathed on the flame to keep it going. Mark and Melinda pushed out of the trees with armloads of wood. Ruff panted behind them, wagging his tail. Finch and Marty took the wood and set it up to burn without too much smoke. The last thing they wanted was trouble with the park rangers. “It looks like all we have to do is cook our food, and then decide what to do before we go to bed,” said Marty. “Tomorrow, we’re going hiking and taking in the great outdoors.” “How far are we going, Dad?,” asked Mark. “I thought we could walk up to the Peak,” said Marty. He placed a grill on the flames. He opened the coolers and placed small steaks on the grill. He looked inside. “Need to slice the potatoes.” “Kids,” said Finch. She pulled two knifes and handed them to the siblings. She began throwing potatoes at them. Quartered potatoes dropped on the grill. Stella sat back at the display. “Not as bad as the last time,” said Bond. He had a pack of candy orange slices in his hand. He opened the bag with a twist of his wrist. “The last time I got splattered with mashed potatoes in my hair.” “I don’t think Melinda could do that on purpose because she knows what would happen if she did,” said Marty. “We can’t really punish people for accidents, can we? Excitement at the use of a new skill sometimes causes things to happen that the person using the skill knows shouldn’t happen.” Stella felt the trace of guilt from the younger girl. She had splattered Bond on purpose and made it look like an accident. No one had been fooled by her act. They had just given her punishment and made that look like regular work. Stella didn’t think Melinda knew she was getting punished for bad behavior. Maybe she had, and it had sailed through her mind as something she could deal with without thinking about it. Stella supposed that having a brother like Mark would make any punishment worse than it was. He was the type to rub things in from what she could see. Bond offered her some of the orange slices. She took one of the candies and chewed on it. It was like a jelly bean with a spark of sugar and orange tasting on top. “Are they any good?,” asked Melinda. “They’re really chewy,” said Stella. “But I think I like them.” “Would you like one, Melinda?,” asked Bond. “Yes,” said Melinda. She glanced at her mother. “Please.” Bond stretched out so she could reach into the bag and pick out her own slices. She pulled out three. She popped them in her mouth and started chewing. “You’re supposed to eat them one at a time, Lind,” said Marty. “Otherwise, they get to be too sweet.” “They’re okay,” said Melinda. She chewed the rest in her mouth and swallowed. “They’re pretty gummy.” Marty flipped the steaks with a knife. He nodded at the coloring on them. “Did we bring any plates with us?,” he asked. Finch pulled out a small stack from a bag. They were wrapped in plastic to protect them. “Let’s divvy up the spoils and eat,” said Marty. “Then we can sit back and relax a spell.”

Spectrum news reported an 18 foot constrictor was pulled out a swamp in Florida. CES

What's the next section going to be like? CES

Ike Perlmutter wanted it since they couldn't do Xmen. When they got rid of him in the movie part of the CoC, the studio let Perlmutter do what he wants on the television side of things. We're not following his lead on anything. Perlmutter is the one guy who didn't want a black widow movie, or a panther movie. CES

I'm tapped out CES

Lets do the rest. We have gluttony, greed, violence, fraud, and limbo. That leaves Lust, Wrath, Heresy, and Treachery. CES

The villain known as Storehouse is a kleptomaniac. He steals things and keeps them in his body until he needs them. In a battle with police and local superheroes, he dropped the contents of a furniture warehouse on his enemy, and then the building itself. No one knows what his upper limit is, and most heroes worry what will happen if he tries to use his power on the whole planet instead of parts. CES

Gus Florshem is under a curse. That curse extends to everyone around him. Stolen objects are automatically returned to their owner. It's not much of a power, but when he is roaming around on his errands, plenty of people find money they thought they lost, their wallets, books are balanced with the money returned, material objects back where they belong. If the object is destroyed, or perishable, Gus's curse doesn't work. Everything else is RETURNED. CES

Are you going to be using this for your Eel Stories, Hermit? CES

I will take Steal the Skylark, Hermit. CES

They're going to get that anyway. Sony has tried to boost up their IP and most of them have only made their costs back or failed. If someone else was taking one of my properties (which I have to keep making movies to keep anyway), and making a billion dollars and giving me half, I would be like okay, let's do this CES

The Cad is an emergency medic, forcing not only thou shall not kill, but also thou shall not die, as he works his way across the city. CES

Kari Clauson floats through life, intersecting with people like they were ghosts. She is untouchable and barely touches others. She defines her her status as a holding pattern as she waits for something to change. She is Limbo. CES

I don't know if Old Man's report is the same lady, but Woody and Wilcox reported a guy finding poop on his yard the same time every day. So he set up a camera and caught this woman stopping in the middle of her jog to poop on his lawn. I can't remember if he went out and confronted her. Woody and Wilcox do it happened in Florida and this is the type of story that they profile for their game. One of the others was a man lost 150 pounds because it wasn't fat, it was a tumor. CES

Also women joggers CES

Penny Parton is Partition. Her opera gloves give her the ability to split any matter in front of her. She doesn't know how she got stuck with Partition as her heroine name since it's the opposite of what she does, but she's learned to put up with it. Penny is not addicted to being a heroine. She has a set time in her schedule for it. CES

oh, the one about the free energy and Russia. I saw it years ago. Disguises and working for hire was not Simon Templar's usual way of doing things, so that was kind of odd for the set up just starting off. And they threw away the Robin Hood aspect of his character too. At least they kept the police foil for half of the movie CES

Jack Straw is the scarecrow facade for Shen Pon, the Lead Dragon. Shen does his best to keep his two identities separate as one is a pretend the hero and the other is a fast thief CES

We just did this for France, bud. Do me a favor and do the last hero needed for the hero side of the challenge. I would but I created the team in the first place. CES