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Okay, I'm not Ricochet, but I am the new regular writer on 
Uncanny X-Men, so there. Oh, this is X-Writers, a fan-
fiction group with its own version of current X-continuity, 
and we don't get any cash from anyone anywhere, so we'd 
really like it if we weren't sued. Most of the characters used 
here are copyright of Marvel Comics, except for the ones 
that aren't. 

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 Uncanny X-Men #327 - The Show Must Go On
 Written by Andrew Wheeler - aw108@york.ac.uk
 Edited by Marysia
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A flash of light, a circle of energy, and four figures 
emerged from their jaunt through space, and between 
dimensions, to the Mojoworld. They found themselves on a 
vast stage in an empty arena.  'Ta-da!' said Lila 'Welcome to 
StormDome.'  

 'StormDome?' asked Ororo, her curiosity piqued.

 'Longshot and Ali wanted to name the new arena after 
their glorious former leader.' Lila explained. 'Betcha that 
never happened to you, eh, Scotty?'

 'Wow.' gasped Sam as he tried to take in the enormity of 
the place. 'You performing *here* tonight Lila?'

 'Yup.' she replied. 'And it'll be packed.'

 'It had better be.' said a voice. They turned to see a pale, 
beady eyed man in a smart suit and slicked back hair 
approaching.

 'Hello, Mojo.' said Lila. 'May I introduce you to Scott 
Summers, Sam Guthrie and, of course, Ororo Monroe, also 
known as...'

 'Storm.' interrupted MojoII. 'Delighted to meet you.' He 
bowed to kiss her hand. 'You will, of course, open the 
concert for us tonight?'

 'I will?' puzzled Storm.

 'This will be the first ever performance in this stadium, we 
would be honoured to have you officially give your name to 
it.' said Mojo.

 'Oh. Well, if you insist...'

 'I do.' smiled Mojo. 'You will come on after the support 
act, say a few words, and then introduce Lila.'

 'Say a few words?' gasped Ororo. 'I... I don't think I 
could...'

 'Uh-oh! Heads up, people!' shouted Sam suddenly. He 
pointed to the sky where a small publicity rocket, trailing a 
promotion for the concert, was headed directly towards the 
stage. Storm immediately summoned a wind to rise from 
the still air. She buoyed up on it as it passed around her, 
then sent it to carry the rocket clear of the StormDome and 
into a hoarding of Lila's face, where it jammed itself into 
the metal scaffold. 

 'Ouch.' muttered Lila.

 'Mojo, about this speech...' said Storm, turning back to 
face him. But he had run off backstage for fear of the 
rocket hitting him. 

 'Looks like he's as spineless as his predecessor.' claimed 
Scott.

 - - - -

 'What happened?' she muttered, a hand shooting out from 
behind the screen as she put on a jacket. 

 'It was diverted.' replied the stout round figure whose 
bulbous face was peering out of a television monitor in the 
woman's dressing room. He was desperately trying to catch 
a glimpse of the woman behind the screen.

 'It was supposed to be fixed to hit Cheney.' scowled the 
woman.

 'Well, it did in a way.' replied the lackey.

 'DuHickie, if she's not incapacitated by this afternoon...' 
the voice began to snarl.

 'But Mojo let her cross dimensions to the X-Men world. 
She has protection now.' complained DuHickie. 'We can't 
get to her.'

 A figure emerged at last from behind the screen. She wore 
a short red dress beneath her suede jacket, the whole outfit 
embellished with decorative artificial circuitry. She was 
slender in build and elegant, with her long, lithe legs and 
her slim, tall body. She had lips fixed in a pout, and her 
eyes... such soft, ephemeral blue eyes, caressed by her fine 
long lashes. The delicate, innocent visage was offset by her 
very short blonde hair. To look at her you would have to 
say... as little as the moment asked of you. She was a 
woman with attitude, matched with beauty.

 'Fine.' she whispered. 'If you can't deal with it, I'll find 
someone who can. And then they can deal with you.'

 'Jezebelle, wait! Maybe I can try something.' said DuHickie 
in a panic.

 'I don't give second chances, DuHickie.'

 'Haven't I always been a reliable one?' claimed DuHickie.

 'True, but I need a mercenary right now, not a roadie.'

 'There's a difference?'

 'One more try, DuHickie, and only one, so make it count. 
If you fail this time then I'll turn to... her.'

 DuHickie turned a little paler than he already was, verging 
on transparent.

'Her?' he gulped. 

 'Her.' repeated Jezebelle as she turned off the screen.

 - - - -

 'A speech.' muttered Ororo. 'I can't do a speech. I've never 
done a speech.' The four of them were walking along the 
corridors of the backstage section of StormDome.

 'Sure you have.' claimed Sam. 'All the time you're giving 
little speeches.'

 'Not to so many people. How many people does the arena 
hold Lila?'

 'The arena? Forget who's in the arena, this baby will be 
televised.'

 'Televised?' gasped Storm.

 'This is the Mojoverse, 'Rory, what did you expect?'

 'By all that is sacred!' muttered Storm. 'I'm going to be on 
television? Oh no. I can't do that. Let Scott give the speech.'

 'No chance.' argued Cyclops. 'This is StormDome, you 
have to give the speech.'

 'But... but...' Storm floundered, 'I wouldn't be good for 
ratings.'

 'Are you kidding?' replied Lila. 'Storm of the X-Men? Do 
you have any idea how popular that show was? Of course, 
Wolverine would have been a bigger draw, but Ali insisted 
on you.'

 'I am most honoured.' muttered Storm. She saw a poster 
on one of the walls, advertising the concert. 'I'm already 
mentioned in the publicity.'

 'Oh, we've had you slated to come for weeks.'

 'You didn't think to tell me this?'

 'I know better than to do that.' said Lila.

 'Who is Jezebelle?' asked Cyclops, staring at the smallest 
print on the poster.

 'The support.' replied Lila. 'Trying to make a name for 
herself, so Mojo gave her a chance. Personally, I'm not sure 
she's worth it.'

 'Can't sing?' asked Cannonball.

 'Sure she can sing, but she's a total bitch with it. We don't 
need more people like her in this business.' claimed Lila. 
'Ah, here we are, my den.' She pushed open the double 
doors to reveal what was more a hotel suite than a dressing
room. 'Better than anything at old Charlies', eh?' said Lila.

 - - - -

  'Salutations, Robert.' said Beast as he swung down from 
the top of the door frame at the front of 'old Charlie's'. 
'Going somewhere?'

  'Just to the Academy in Massachusetts. I have to settle 
something.' replied Bobby, throwing his bag onto the 
passenger seat of the car parked at the foot of the mansion.  
'I'll be back soon enough.'

 'I hope so. We seem to be running out of X-Men.' claimed 
Beast.

 'Running out?' asked Bobby.

 'I imagine Hank is referring to the fact that everyone is off 
on their own errands today.' said Charles as he joined them 
outside. 'You're going off to the school, Ororo, Scott and 
Sam are in the Mojoverse, and Warren has headed off on a 
field trip of his own with Elisabeth and Bishop in tow.'

 'And I have to go pick up a friend at the airport and drop 
off Tabitha's friend Rhonda.' added Hank, 'So that means 
only Gambit and Sabretooth are here at the mansion, until 
Jean and Wolverine make their expected return.'

 'Well, let's hope nothing big happens.' said Bobby. 'I have 
every faith in Jean, but I'm not too sure about the others.'

 'Yes.' agreed Charles. 'Let us hope nothing happens.'

 - - - -

  There was a knock on the dressing room door. Lila peered 
up over the back of the recliner which she had easily 
persuaded Sam to share with her. 'Can somebody get that 
for me?' she asked.

 Scott sighed and went to the door.

 'Like it here, do you, Sam?' asked Lila, lying on her back, 
with him propped up on his elbow lying next to her.

 'Sure. It's a nice place.' replied Sam.

 'No, I mean _here_.' emphasised Lila. 

 Sam blushed. 'Ah... I'm with Tabitha now, Lila.' he told 
her. 'You know that.'

 'But she's not here, and she's not likely to turn up here.' 
pointed out Lila.

 'No!' insisted Sam. 'I could never do that to her.'

 'Oh.' said Lila. 'I see. Well, perhaps later when Scott and 
Ororo aren't...'

 As if on cue, Scott loomed over the recliner, a huge bunch 
of flowers in his hands. 'Someone sent you these.' said 
Scott.

 'For me?' said Lila. She looked at the attached note. 'Oh, 
they're from Mojo. "Hope it all goes well tonight". Well, 
he's not very original, but his heart is in the right place.'

 'His pocket.' muttered Scott. 

 'Put them in that vase for me, would you Scott?' asked 
Lila.

 'Are we staying here all day?' Scott asked as he filled the 
vase with water. 'It's a... great dressing room, but...'

 'Have no fear, Scott. We'll go visit the happy couple at the 
palace soon.'

 'Alison and Longshot?' asked Storm, looking up from the 
pad of paper she had been trying to compose her speech 
on. 'I would love to see them again. It feels like it's been 
forever.'

 Just then, MojoII entered the room.

 'You could have knocked.' said Lila.

 'I could, but I didn't.' replied Mojo. 'I've brought you some 
flowers as a good luck token.' he explained, revealing a 
rather small bunch from behind his back. 

 'Flowers?' puzzled Lila. She swivelled her head to where 
Scott was standing, the vase in his hand. Storm turned to 
look at it, as did Sam. In the silent moment of confusion, 
they could all make out a vaguely audible ticking sound.

 'Oh, I see you already have some flowers.' said Mojo, 
oblivious to the situation.

 'It's a bomb.' gulped Lila. Scott very carefully reached out 
his arm at full length, the vase in his hand. He looked 
pointedly towards Sam.

 'I'll deal with it, shall I?' said Sam. He leapt to his feet and 
flew towards the flowers. He plucked them from the vase 
and held them to his chest so that they were within his field 
of invulnerability. He then smashed out through the 
window. When he was some distance into the air, he 
dropped the flowers. A moment later, there was an 
explosion. Sam returned unscathed.

 'I hope those weren't from you.' Lila scowled at Mojo. 
Mojo was too stunned to do more than shake his head 
before he fainted.

 'I thought he helped lead the rebellion against his obese 
predecessor?' said Storm.

 'Yeah, that was before he became an executive.' said Lila. 
'Nowadays he's too stressed and unsettled to be a 
revolutionary. Can someone get rid of his flowers please? 
Just in case?'
 
 - - - -

 Charlotte Jones sat at her desk at the Precinct head-
quarters, playing with a pen in her left hand. 'Hello, 
Charlotte.' said a voice. She looked up. 'Warren!' she 
gasped. 'Thank you for responding to my call. As ever.'

 'It's becoming a tradition.' he replied 'I hope you don't mind 
that I've brought along a couple of friends.' He stepped 
aside to reveal Betsy and Bishop. 'I don't think you've met 
these two?'

 'No, but I know who they are.' claimed Charlotte. 
'Elisabeth Braddock and the enigmatic Bishop. Nice to meet 
you.'

 'Pleasure's all mine.' replied Betsy. There was a sudden 
chill in the air.

 'I asked Warren if I could come along.' added Bishop. 'I am 
interested to witness the police procedure in this era.' This 
was only half the truth. He also didn't want to be too far 
from Betsy.

 'Well, you've chosen an unusual case to come along on.' 
said Charlotte. 'My partner has been killed, as have two 
other officers, and their families, all in similar circum-
stances. I think I may be next, Warren. I hope you'll
help me track this killer down.'

 'Why would you be next?' asked Warren. 

 'My partner and I and the other two officers were all 
present at the arrest of the same individual five years ago. 
Now he's escaped.'

 'You know who it was?' asked Warren.

 'I think so.'

 'Then why do you need me?'

 'Because the killer is a mutant, Warren. I can't take him in 
without your help.' explained Charlotte.

 - - - -

 The room was vast, as big as the stadium from which they 
had just come. The glittering bronze columns ascended 
high above their heads to a mosaic covered ceiling. The 
mosaic was a simple one: a golden star across a dark
blue background. It was a familiar motif.

 'Impressive.' said Storm, looking up and around.

 'I was kinda expecting a glitterball.' said Cannonball.

 A low, tinny noise was reverberating around the walls; tsh-
tsh-tsh-tsh. It sounded like a bass beat played in whispers. 
Storm gazed across the long hall to the far wall at a huge 
pair of thrones, each of which also bore the star motif. 
Storm could just make out a figure in one of the thrones. 
On a gust of wind, she carried herself across to the throne. 
As she drew nearer she could clearly recognise Alison 
Blaire, the Dazzler, lying spread-eagled across her throne, 
eyes shut, listening to a portable stereo on headphones.

 'Alison!' gasped Storm.

 Dazzler opened one eye. 'Ororo! You made it!' she 
squealed, tearing off  her headphones. 'It's great to see you 
again. It's been far too long.'

 'It has, but we do live quite a distance apart.' said Storm 
with a smile, giving Alison a warm hug.

 'So what's up, Windrider? How is everyone. Lila has kept 
me up to speed on all the gossip, but I want to hear it from 
you.' insisted Dazz. 'How's Guido now?'

 'Much as he was, no signs of improvement yet.' said 
Storm. 'Scott is here too, as is Cannonball, the first New 
Mutant to graduate.'

 'Lila's toy boy?' grinned Ali with a nudge. 'Wow. I can't 
believe you're back here 'Ro. Especially in a time of 
_peace_ for a change.'

 'I see the child is approaching birth.' said Storm, noting the 
size of Ali's stomach. 'But... hasn't it been longer than nine 
months?'

 'Hey, Ororo, this kid inside of me is half alien, y'know? It's 
refusing to grow at the normal rate.' said Dazzler.

 'Are you not worried, Alison? How do you know the child 
is healthy?'

 'Hope, Ororo. Besides, we're mutants, we know every kid 
doesn't turn out a dream. I just have to be optimistic. Oh, 
you're giving the speech tonight, aren't you?'

 'Don't remind me.' sighed Storm.

 'I'm looking forward to it. I swear to you, 'Ro, you gotta go 
up on a stage like that one at least once in your life. You've 
gotta get that buzz from so many people listening to you, 
just you, hanging on your every word, watching your
every move, just once in your life.  I'd be up there singing 
myself if it weren't for the booper.' 

 'I don't feel any better about it, Alison.' sighed Ororo. 
'Where is Longshot?'

 'Catch me if you can, Storm!' cried a voice from above. 
Everyone looked up to a high balcony above the thrones. 
Longshot stood on the railings for a moment, then threw 
himself off.

 'Holy...' began Cannonball, about to launch himself into 
the air. Scott placed a hand on his shoulder.

 'Hold it, Sam.' he told him. 'I get the feeling they know 
what they're doing.'

 Sure enough a wind rose up beneath the hollow boned 
former X-Man, lifting him even higher than the balcony, up 
into the dome of the ceiling. He rose along the length of the 
star on the updraft, then down the other side. He began to 
descend like a leaf, the wind lessening in intensity to allow 
him to fall. He grabbed the red curtain on the wall far 
opposite the thrones and twisted it in his arms so that he 
could slide to the ground, touching down with a balletic 
grace. 

 'Hiya, Storm!' bellowed Longshot through cupped hands 
across the length of the room.

 'Come over here at once!' ordered Storm, sneaking the 
same gust of wind up behind him and carrying him clear 
across the room. 'You'll be the death of me with those 
games of yours.' she chided.

 Lila, Sam and Cyclops finally made it on foot across the 
room. 'Guys, I love a reunion as much as the next person, 
but we have something important to do here.' said Lila, 
drawing level with Storm.

 'Serious?' said Longshot. He adopted his best "serious" 
face.

 'Someone tried to kill me.' claimed Lila.

 'What?' gasped Dazzler. 'You're kidding me. Who would 
do a thing like that?'
 
 - - - -

 Jezebelle glared angrily at her small, repugnant, grossly 
overweight roadie. 'Failed again eh, DuHickie?' she 
sneered. 'I said this was your last chance. Not only did you 
goof, but you made sure she *knew* someone was gunning 
for her. She's probably at the palace right now enlisting the 
help of Lord and Lady Bimbo.'

 'Sorry' mumbled DuHickie. 

 'Show's over DuHickie, your contract just got terminated.' 
claimed Jezebelle. 

 'What d'you mean? You're not going to kill me are you?' he 
blubbed.

 'Oh no.' DuHickie gave a relieved sigh. 'She is.' said 
Jezebelle, pointing over DuHickie's head. DuHickie bent his 
head back to follow her arm. First he saw the ceiling, then 
the top of the wall behind him, then a raised sword. Then 
two arms gripping the sword. Then a grinning face. Then 
the other four arms.

 'Uh-oh.' said DuHickie, and that was all he said.
 
 - - - -

 Beast, image inducer firmly in place, stood in the airport 
lounge outside the Arrivals pen having successfully placed 
Rhonda on the flight to Los Angeles. His eyes darted from 
face to face across the collection of assorted men and 
women flown direct from Hong Kong.

 'I hate long haul flights.' said a voice over his shoulder. 
'Hello Dr McCoy.'

 Hank turned around to face the slim asian woman behind 
him. 'Hello Dr Yeung. Glad you made it.'

 'Glad you called. I was at a loose end after the research 
centre closed down to move to New Zealand. I could have 
gone with it, of course, but before I could make up my 
mind I got your call.'

 'I hope you can afford to spend a little time helping me 
with my research.' said Hank. 'I mean, I can't pay you for 
your time...'

 'Hush, Henry. I'm still writing for New Science Journal, I 
can pay my own way. If you want me to help with Legacy, 
then I'm more than happy to do so. Shall we head back and 
make a start?'

 'Actually, I'd rather hoped we could do something else this 
evening. Bobby and Charles keep telling me I spend too 
much time slaving over a hot viroid. I need a night to 
refresh the brain cells.'

 'Fine. Let's go see which of us can drink the most tequilas 
in one night.' said Dr Alice Yeung. 'That should do 
*something* to the brain cells at least.'
 
 - - - -

 The wind shook through the decrepit old apartment block, 
chilling its visitors as much as the dark atmosphere itself.

 'This is where we found him. Them.' said Charlotte.

 'I'd almost think I was developing empathic abilities, the 
darkness is so palpable in here.' said Psylocke, shining her 
torch about the room.

 'We can all feel it.' added Warren. 'Okay, Charlotte, what 
happened here?'

 'He killed his parents and his younger sister. He cut them 
to pieces. We found him here among the carnage, carving 
his name out all over the wall.' She shone the torch up onto 
the wall where the same word was scarred out over and 
over again. Anthony.

 'Why would he do a thing like that?' asked Bishop.

 'He said he wanted people to remember who he was. A 
person, not a monster, not a freak.' explained Charlotte. 
'That's why he killed his family. When his powers emerged 
they were all terrified of him, they said he was unnatural. 
He was so upset, so maligned by their reaction, that he 
killed them all. When we arrested him it took all four of us 
to restrain him, and we all sustained injuries, He said we 
were the same as his family, we were judging him for being 
a freak. He's already killed the others, he'll kill me next if 
you can't find him.'

 'And he killed their families as well?' asked Betsy.

 'Like he killed his own. And he scarred his name on all 
their bodies, and on the walls of the scenes of his crimes.'

 'He sounds like a monster to me.' claimed Bishop.

 'He says he doesn't want to kill.' said Charlotte.

 'Then why does he?' asked Archangel. 

 'He says his powers make him do it.' she explained.

 Archangel stared at Charlotte for a moment, an expression 
of anxiety crossing his face. Then he turned to face the wall 
with the name Anthony scrawled all across it. And he 
imagined it scrawled with the name 'Warren'.

 - - - -

 Jezebelle sat, wine glass in hand, staring across the room at 
Spiral. 'My soul?' she repeated.

 'Yes, that is all I ask. I give you the means to make a name 
for yourself, and I take your soul. You're a performer, you 
don't need it.'

 'I don't understand.' claimed Jezebelle. 'You can't take my 
soul. It's not possible.'

 'Then you have nothing to fear.'

 'And even if you could, what would it mean?'

 'That I would possess your soul.' stated Spiral calmly. 
'Simply that.'

 Jezebelle stared into the deep red in the glass, focusing on 
her own reflection. Spiral began to drum her thirty fingers 
together.

 'What would we do?' she asked at last. 'I mean, if the X-
Men are protecting her, how will you kill her?'

 'I? I will do nothing beyond give you the power. It is up to 
you to deal with Cheney as you see fit.' grinned Spiral.

 'But if I do that there's no way Programme Controller 
Mojo will let me do the concert.' claimed Jezebelle. 

 'Who said he has to let you?' argued Spiral. 'You must steal 
the show, dear Jezebelle. You must upstage her.'

 A faint, self satisfied smile crossed Jezebelle's lips. 'Okay.' 
she said. 'Let's do it.'

 - - - -

 Early evening on Mojoworld, very early morning at the 
mansion. Gambit arrived home from an all-nighter, making 
the short trip from the cab to the door with a steady lurch. 
He walked inside and looked around.

 'Hnh.' he grunted. 'Looks like ever'one gone to bed.'

 He stumbled up the stairs towards his room and walked 
sideways into a portrait on the wall, knocking it down with 
a crash. 'Ah, putain!' he shouted, picking himself up. Then 
he realised he may have woken somebody up. He listened.

 Not a sound.

 'Now that's strange.' he whispered. 'This be the Professor's 
room itself right here, he'd've woken up.'

 Gambit stuck his head around the door of Xavier's room. 
Empty. He tried a few more rooms. All empty.

 'Either they all been abducted by aliens or else they all got 
something better to do than sleep.' he decided. 'Ain't 
nobody here but us Cajuns.'

 He headed on towards his own room. Then stopped.

 'Wait. There's one person can't have gone out.' he realised. 
'Maybe I should go take him for a walk.'

 (As for just where Charlie has gone, check out current X-
Writer issues of X-Men and Wolverine.)
 
 - - - -

 'You two should really head back.' claimed Warren, sat at a 
table with Charlotte, Bishop and Bets. 'It's so late it's early.' 
he claimed.

 'If this madman comes for Officer Jones I want to be here 
waiting for him.' said Bishop.

 'I'm not going anywhere.' added Betsy. 'We can take shifts 
to stay up.'

 'That's probably best, Warren.' agreed Charlotte. 'You and 
I need to be fit and alert tomorrow if we want to track 
down this monster.'

 'Fine. I'll be first.' said Warren.

 'Elisabeth, you sleep in my bed.' said Charlotte. 'Warren 
and Bishop can alternate on the sofa bed. I'll sleep with 
Timmy.'

 Charlotte got up from her chair and crossed to her son's 
room. She silently opened the door. Then she screamed.

 Warren ran to her side and stared though the darkness over 
her shoulder. Timmy's bed was empty, and there, scrawled 
on the wall, was the name 'Anthony'.

 - - - -

 'She's finished.' snarled MojoII. 'She'll never work in this 
dimension again.' He marched angrily back and forth in 
front of the backstage assembly of Lila, Dazzler, Storm, 
Cyclops, Longshot and Cannonball. Lila was in her stage 
gear, Storm in an elegant dress, the others all in black, 
dressed as stage hands.

 'Personally I think this 'Jezebelle' must be a very intelligent 
woman to not turn up.' argued Ororo. 'Someone wants Lila 
dead, the whole show should be cancelled.'

 'Not a chance, 'Ro.' replied Lila. 'The show must go on, 
and this lot will protect me if anything happens.'

 'If we cancelled then nothing *could* happen.' said Storm.

 'I thought this media based way of life...'

 'Mediocrity?' suggested Sam.

 '...was a thing of the past.' said Cyclops. 'You can't 
endanger her life and the life of every person in that 
stadium just because of a concert.'

 'You don't understand, Cyclops.' said Longshot. 'Mojo-
world has been governed by the media too long. We can't 
just change that overnight. What *has* stopped is the 
exploitation, Mojo has seen to that. Besides, if we cancel 
now then that whole crowd will riot.' 

 'And as Lila says, the show must go on. It's the oldest rule 
in show business. If you say you're putting on a show, you 
put on a show.' added Dazzler.

 'And what a show it'll be.' said Lila. 'Well, this Jezebelle 
obviously isn't coming. Mojo, darling, go intro Storm to the 
adoring public. She has a speech to make.'

 'Oh I really don't think that this is a good idea, Lila, I'm 
sure there are a hundred better people to open this stadium 
than I, really...' babbled Ororo as MojoII dragged her by 
the arm towards the maws of publicity.
 
 A cheer went up from the assembled crowd, so loud that 
Storm could no longer hear the furious pounding of her 
heart. She looked out over the masses, so many people she 
couldn't make out even one of them. She gave a little gulp, 
tried to wet her drying throat, and made a move for the 
microphone.  '...' she croaked, not a sound escaping her 
lips. 

 The crowd was silent, waiting for her first words.

 She turned her head desperately towards the wings, but the 
others just looked imploringly at her. She inhaled deeply, 
turned to the crowd again, and then...

 'Get out of the spotlight, sweetheart, you're taking up 
space.' screamed a voice. Storm looked over the crowd, 
aghast that she had just been heckled. Then she saw the 
heckler. She had short blonde hair, a suede jacket, a dress 
emblazoned with circuitry, and an attitude. And she was 
hovering above the masses.  'Your speech is through, girl. 
The main event just arrived.' bragged Jezebelle.

 'Oh my.' said MojoII offstage. 'This should be good for 
ratings.' 

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     Next issue: As Jezebelle makes her bid for fame, 
     Warren goes looking for a killer, and Beast goes 
     looking for Gambit. 
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