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    TITLE: TO FORGIVE IS TO FORGET AUTHOR: Hunter DISCLAIMER: When my plot for world domination comes into effect, I will buy Marvel comics, 20th Century Fox, and
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      TITLE: TO FORGIVE IS TO FORGET
      AUTHOR: Hunter
      DISCLAIMER: When my plot for world domination comes
      into effect, I will buy Marvel comics, 20th Century
      Fox, and all
      characters attached thereto, but until then, nothing
      is mine, only the lame characters I make up to play
      with the X-gang.
      DEDICATION: With major hugs to Leylue, All Great and
      Powerful Wolverine Lore Protector and Guide without
      whom, this
      little South African wouldnt of even have gotten this
      far.
      RATING: Because of the scene that Leylue added :)
      definitely a PG13....
      EMAIL: katduza@...
      SUMMARY: This proberly has been done before, but i
      just had to do my own version...Logan gets caught by
      the same sickos who gave him the enhancements in the
      first place...KAT style
      NOTE: Spelling is still bad
      AND YET ANOTHER NOTE: Can anyone out there please
      tell me if im the only one whos getting funny O like
      things where there should be speech "" ?
      How do i get rid of them?????
      So now you know, the O things with the dots ontop are
      supposed to be ""... :)

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      PART 1
      Heather sat in her car and stared at the flashing neon
      open sign of the diner. Her fingers drummed along
      aimlessly with the tune that she liked on the radio,
      but whose title she could never remember. Glancing at
      the
      Jeeps clock, she turned the radio down in annoyance.
      It had been 45 minutes since her brother Lloyd had
      phoned her. It was at least half an hour since then
      that she had been sitting in the freezing cold waiting
      for his
      scrawny ass to turn up. The engine whirled away,
      pouring heat into the 4x4's cab. Five minutes later an
      old,
      rusty, beat-up sedan came tearing into the parking lot
      churning up snow in its wake.
      'At last!' Heather sighed as she switched off the
      engine.
      The sedan pulled up into a parking space across from
      her, and Heather smiled as Lloyd almost fell out of
      his car
      in his haste to get inside the cheap diner to meet
      her.
      Never keep a lady waiting, Lloyd.
      Heather let another 10 minutes pass before she decided
      that her brother had waited long enough. Crossing the
      parking lot herself, she walked to the front door and
      went in. It was a typical diner; there was a jukebox
      in the
      corner, and the whole place smelled like grease.
      Unfortunately, it also looked like that same grease
      had moved
      itself over every surface.
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      Lloyd was sitting at the last table in the back. He
      was sipping a steaming cup of coffee. How he drank
      liquids so
      hot always amazed her. Walking quickly between the
      tables, Heather only spoke when she was right on top
      of
      him.
      �Hello, Lloyd.�
      She jumped back abruptly as his scalding coffee went
      flying into the air almost landing on her.
      �Jeez, Heather! Don�t do that!� Lloyd gasped.
      Grabbing the nearest napkin, he began to mop up coffee
      heading for the table edge. Sliding into a seat across
      from her brother, Heather laughed as Lloyd got all
      flustered over the mess.
      �Neat freak,� she grinned.
      �Dork,� he retorted�Oh, that hurt. Stop worrying about
      the mess. These places come attached with folks who
      must earn their keep,�
      Heather said, gesturing towards a sulky middle aged
      woman who was already headed for the small coffee
      puddle.
      Lloyd was Heather�s older brother by two years, but
      for some strange reason, Heather had always seemed to
      play the role of older sibling. Lloyd composed
      himself, and ordered more coffee for the both of them.
      �So, what�s the big mystery?� Heather said, referring
      to the excited call Lloyd had made to her cell phone
      when
      he asked her to meet him in this dump, �another nuke
      go missing?�
      She burst out laughing again as once more he got all
      flustered.
      �Shut up, idiot!� he said in an irritated whisper,
      �You know that�s not funny!�
      Turning around to make sure the sulky waitress was not
      in hearing range, he continued, �You of all people
      should know how serious that was.�
      �Yeah, yeah, but you of all people should know just
      how much I love to torment you.� Heather smiled, and
      took
      a sip of her own scalding coffee. She decided she had
      better be more serious. It wasn�t like Lloyd to call
      her out
      for brotherly love cups of coffee.
      �OK, So tell me what you�re so secretive about.� she
      asked, �Is it the office?�
      Brother and sister both referred to the military base
      where Lloyd worked as the �Office� for discretion and
      personal safety. Lloyd was just a lab rat in a wing
      where most governmental projects where carried out,
      but he
      was an important lab rat, and moving up the ranks
      fast. Heather was the only person outside of the base
      to know
      just what went on in there, and was very lucky to
      still be alive with that knowledge.
      Needless to say, Heather and Lloyd shared a close
      relationship. They had confided and relied on each
      other
      since childhood. They had formed a bond unlike anyone
      else Heather knew of. Both of them were mutants.
      Lloyd had been born different. He had a small tail
      removed, and some minor cosmetic surgery done when he
      was an infant. Certain personal aspects, like his
      tolerance for scalding food and an incredible learning
      rate,
      marked him as different, but his mutation was not as
      evolved as Heather�s. She had discovered what she
      could
      do when she was 15. Both of their parents had been
      under the assumption that at least one of their
      offspring had
      been born normal. They still thought that, as Heather
      had never told them about her �gift.�
      Lloyd referred to Heather�s gift as hazing. As
      children, they had spent hours pouring over old �The
      Shadow�
      comic books, and marveled over the similarities of the
      fictional character�s power to �cloud people�s mind,�
      and
      Heather�s power. To �haze,� Heather used her mind to
      change her face to appear as someone else. She could
      blend into crowds by assuming a face that everyone
      ignored because she appeared to others as if she
      belonged
      there. She could also copy facial features from
      photographs. Her face didn�t actually change, but in
      people�s
      minds, she appeared to them as the person Heather
      wanted them to see. Lloyd had picked up �hazing� from
      the
      shimmering light or haze that fell across Heather�s
      features as she changed her face.
      Lloyd�s mutation, his superior mind, had worked him
      into the high powered labs of the US government.
      Heather�s had worked her into crime and easy money.
      She had no complaints.
      Lloyd waited for more coffee to arrive while
      absent-mindedly twirling a knife. He leaned closer to
      Heather, and
      conspiratorially glanced around the diner.
      �I need you to help me out,� he whispered.Simple
      enough.
      �Help you with what?� She gave him a funny look.
      �This.�
      Lloyd pulled out a small manila envelope from a pocket
      in his jacket, and slid it across the table. Opening
      it,
      Heather scanned the contents. Spider writing and blue
      diagrams filled the neatly folded tech paper. She
      flipped
      through the sheets to find some semblance of order or
      sense, but finding neither, she said,
      �Very pretty Lloyd, but I thought you had already
      chosen wallpaper?�
      �Give me that!�
      Lloyd grabbed the paper from her hands. A couple of
      sheets slid to the table and he quickly snatched it up
      before the waitress could see. He mumbled a �thanks�
      for the coffee as he stuffed the papers back into the
      envelope. Heather picked up her cup and blew on her
      fresh coffee.
      �You�re totally helpless, you know that?� Lloyd said
      between gulps of his own coffee.
      �Well,� Heather quipped, �some of us don�t come
      equipped with well endowed cranial cavities, you
      know.� She
      was beginning to get annoyed with all this cloak and
      dagger shit. �Can you please just tell me what is
      going
      on?�
      Lloyd took a deep breath and again moved closer to his
      sister.
      �Since the trouble in the Middle East,� he began, �all
      of our projects have been moved ahead of schedule and
      given new revision and priority dates. Anything with
      any destructive power was given the go ahead for
      development. That was until five months ago when they
      found something fantastic. At that time, I had landed
      a
      position with a team working on stealth weapons and
      met Doctor Cruin. He used to work for the Canadian
      government, but came over to us when potential
      development on his projects were ignored.�
      �Fiendish Canadians,� Heather said sarcastically under
      her breath.
      �Ha, ha. Anyway, he showed me a design for a bomb that
      is totally unlike anything you have ever heard of. He
      designed it, and has been working on it for the last
      twelve years. Now he feels the time is right for it to
      come
      into being.�
      �Not another bomb, Lloyd. You lot obviously haven�t
      learned your lesson yet.�
      �No, listen to me, Heather. Dropping this bomb, just
      one, on any enemy power source will leave that power
      source totally drained. Power plants, factories,
      turbines, anything that has an energy field. Any kind
      of power
      source will be drained for four miles around. I�m not
      going to go into any technicalities with you.�
      �Oh, goody,� Heather mumbled.
      �But I can say that an enemy�s power source will be
      stopped literally in it�s tracks. We can just walk in
      with
      basically no resistance.�
      �You�re kidding me?�
      �Minimal lives lost. Imagine that. War with almost no
      bloodshed. Simply just walk in, sort out the trouble
      andSimple enough.
      �Help you with what?� She gave him a funny look.
      �This.�
      Lloyd pulled out a small manila envelope from a pocket
      in his jacket, and slid it across the table. Opening
      it,
      Heather scanned the contents. Spider writing and blue
      diagrams filled the neatly folded tech paper. She
      flipped
      through the sheets to find some semblance of order or
      sense, but finding neither, she said,
      �Very pretty Lloyd, but I thought you had already
      chosen wallpaper?�
      �Give me that!�
      Lloyd grabbed the paper from her hands. A couple of
      sheets slid to the table and he quickly snatched it up
      before the waitress could see. He mumbled a �thanks�
      for the coffee as he stuffed the papers back into the
      envelope. Heather picked up her cup and blew on her
      fresh coffee.
      �You�re totally helpless, you know that?� Lloyd said
      between gulps of his own coffee.
      �Well,� Heather quipped, �some of us don�t come
      equipped with well endowed cranial cavities, you
      know.� She
      was beginning to get annoyed with all this cloak and
      dagger shit. �Can you please just tell me what is
      going
      on?�
      Lloyd took a deep breath and again moved closer to his
      sister.
      �Since the trouble in the Middle East,� he began, �all
      of our projects have been moved ahead of schedule and
      given new revision and priority dates. Anything with
      any destructive power was given the go ahead for
      development. That was until five months ago when they
      found something fantastic. At that time, I had landed
      a
      position with a team working on stealth weapons and
      met Doctor Cruin. He used to work for the Canadian
      government, but came over to us when potential
      development on his projects were ignored.�
      �Fiendish Canadians,� Heather said sarcastically under
      her breath.
      �Ha, ha. Anyway, he showed me a design for a bomb that
      is totally unlike anything you have ever heard of. He
      designed it, and has been working on it for the last
      twelve years. Now he feels the time is right for it to
      come
      into being.�
      �Not another bomb, Lloyd. You lot obviously haven�t
      learned your lesson yet.�
      �No, listen to me, Heather. Dropping this bomb, just
      one, on any enemy power source will leave that power
      source totally drained. Power plants, factories,
      turbines, anything that has an energy field. Any kind
      of power
      source will be drained for four miles around. I�m not
      going to go into any technicalities with you.�
      �Oh, goody,� Heather mumbled.
      �But I can say that an enemy�s power source will be
      stopped literally in it�s tracks. We can just walk in
      with
      basically no resistance.�
      �You�re kidding me?�
      �Minimal lives lost. Imagine that. War with almost no
      bloodshed. Simply just walk in, sort out the trouble
      andSimple enough.
      �Help you with what?� She gave him a funny look.
      �This.�
      Lloyd pulled out a small manila envelope from a pocket
      in his jacket, and slid it across the table. Opening
      it,
      Heather scanned the contents. Spider writing and blue
      diagrams filled the neatly folded tech paper. She
      flipped
      through the sheets to find some semblance of order or
      sense, but finding neither, she said,
      �Very pretty Lloyd, but I thought you had already
      chosen wallpaper?�
      �Give me that!�
      Lloyd grabbed the paper from her hands. A couple of
      sheets slid to the table and he quickly snatched it up
      before the waitress could see. He mumbled a �thanks�
      for the coffee as he stuffed the papers back into the
      envelope. Heather picked up her cup and blew on her
      fresh coffee.
      �You�re totally helpless, you know that?� Lloyd said
      between gulps of his own coffee.
      �Well,� Heather quipped, �some of us don�t come
      equipped with well endowed cranial cavities, you
      know.� She
      was beginning to get annoyed with all this cloak and
      dagger shit. �Can you please just tell me what is
      going
      on?�
      Lloyd took a deep breath and again moved closer to his
      sister.
      �Since the trouble in the Middle East,� he began, �all
      of our projects have been moved ahead of schedule and
      given new revision and priority dates. Anything with
      any destructive power was given the go ahead for
      development. That was until five months ago when they
      found something fantastic. At that time, I had landed
      a
      position with a team working on stealth weapons and
      met Doctor Cruin. He used to work for the Canadian
      government, but came over to us when potential
      development on his projects were ignored.�
      �Fiendish Canadians,� Heather said sarcastically under
      her breath.
      �Ha, ha. Anyway, he showed me a design for a bomb that
      is totally unlike anything you have ever heard of. He
      designed it, and has been working on it for the last
      twelve years. Now he feels the time is right for it to
      come
      into being.�
      �Not another bomb, Lloyd. You lot obviously haven�t
      learned your lesson yet.�
      �No, listen to me, Heather. Dropping this bomb, just
      one, on any enemy power source will leave that power
      source totally drained. Power plants, factories,
      turbines, anything that has an energy field. Any kind
      of power
      source will be drained for four miles around. I�m not
      going to go into any technicalities with you.�
      �Oh, goody,� Heather mumbled.
      �But I can say that an enemy�s power source will be
      stopped literally in it�s tracks. We can just walk in
      with
      basically no resistance.�
      �You�re kidding me?�
      �Minimal lives lost. Imagine that. War with almost no
      bloodshed. Simply just walk in, sort out the trouble
      andleave.�
      �It�s too simple, Lloyd. There�s no way that war will
      ever be that simple.�
      �Look, I didn�t ask you here for a moral debate. The
      reason I called is because I need you to help me get
      this
      into the second stage of testing. Both the Doctor and
      I can�t get close enough to the Generals in charge to
      show
      them the importance of this project. They are more
      interested in larger guns and bigger bangs. General
      Portmen�s on base next week and his right-hand captain
      is not going to be there.�
      Heather started to shake her head �no.�
      �Look,� Lloyd continued, �all I need is for you to go
      to a meeting. You look like Captain Wallace long
      enough
      to show the General our diagrams and leave. The
      General is smart enough to know what he�s looking at.
      That�s
      it. Walk in, walk out.�
      �You�ve had too much coffee, Lloyd.�
      �Please, Heather,� he begged, �This is really
      important.�
      �I�ll think about it,� she said taking a sip of her
      coffee.
      PART 2
      Her stomach churned with anxiety. This was taking a
      lot longer than she assumed it would. Heather was
      sitting
      in General Portman�s office waiting with Captain Resta
      as the General sat at his desk reading Lloyd�s papers.
      She thought she would scream if that clock in the
      corner didn�t stop its incessant ticking. Heather
      focused on the
      clock and tried to will it to tangle its long
      pendulums with one another. Pity her power didn�t work
      like
      telekinesis.
      She began to silently curse Lloyd for having a soft
      place in her heart.
      The dry scratching sound of paper turning suddenly
      stopped, �Uhmmm, Captain Wallace?�
      The sound of her �name� made Heather turn her head
      sharply towards the tall lean man behind the desk.
      Various paraphernalia, papers, awards, and such,
      decorated his desk. He also had several large game
      heads who
      stared down from his walls. One statuette in
      particular caught her attention. It was a warrior
      standing with a
      large wolfhound cast in bronze. Heather wondered how
      much it cost.
      �Captain Wallace, are you with us?�
      �Yes, sir!� she answered, but thought, �Stay focused,
      dammit!�
      �Good,� said General Portman. �Let me just say that
      this is a superb report. Short and to the point. I�m
      not
      afraid to say that I'm interested in its potential and
      I am willing to give it the go ahead.� He nodded his
      head to
      confirm what he had just said.
      �This guy was so army. Just like the movies.� Heather
      took a deep breath to stop her heart from exploding in
      her
      chest.
      �Thank you, sir,� she said. �He fell for it, hook,
      line and sinker. Better not tell Lloyd just how
      impressed he was
      with the report though. He would never shut up about
      it.�From the corner of her eye, Heather saw Captain
      Resta stand up, �General Portman? May I just state
      that her
      calculations on this entire project is founded on one
      material which is impossible to get.�
      �What the hell was he talking about?�
      Lloyd had warned her about this guy. Captain Resta was
      one of those men who couldn�t bear the thought of the
      army turning from troops into button pushers. He had
      opposed the planning of Lloyd�s project from its
      infancy,
      vying for more direct approaches, keeping his eye on
      the science wing, just to see what the lab rats were
      busy
      cooking up. He had already been waiting in the
      reception area when Heather had arrived in her Wallace
      Haze.
      She had thought that his silence was a good thing,
      maybe he even admitted to himself that this bomb was a
      good
      idea, but apparently he had put some effort into his
      objections. He was now prepared to try and sway the
      General.
      �Is this true, Wallace?� the General asked swiveling
      away from Resta who was now glaring at Heather from
      his
      corner
      �Shit! Lloyd better have a good one prepared for
      this.�
      �Practically impossible, sir.� �Improvise when faced
      with a lack of knowledge. Try to think of what all
      Lloyd
      had said.�
      �Captain Resta enjoys his bit of histrionics. He would
      take great pleasure in shutting this project down.�
      Heather ignored the fuming man in the corner.
      �The truth is, sir, that Captain Resta has shown
      disfavor with this project from the very beginning,�
      she added in
      a smug sounding voice. �Was she pushing it to far?�
      The fact that the General had used her �name� instead
      of �Captain� must be a good sign that he favored her.
      �I have never stated any disfavor with this project
      Captain Wallace,� countered Resta, �but now that you
      mention it, yes, I do think it rather ill founded.�
      �I�,� Heather started.
      �Would you care to explain why you do not approve of
      this project, Captain Resta?� General Portman
      interrupted.
      �Yes, sir,� Resta said, �First, this �project� will
      cause a huge eruption in the ranks of the military,
      and not just
      army, sir, but Navy, Air Force and most definitely
      within the UN when they find out about it. Secondly,
      as I
      mentioned earlier, Captain Wallace forgot to mention
      that the metal �adamantium� is probably the rarest and
      most expensive element on the planet. Not to mention
      the fact that there is no record of any being found in
      the
      last twenty years.�
      Now it was Resta�s turn to look smug.
      �Shit, he had done his homework! Adamantium!? Oh yes,
      the reactor metal or something.� Heather�s mind
      worked overtime. �Why would Lloyd�s project require
      something he couldn�t get a hold of?�
      �Sir, if I may explain,� Heather began.
      �Go ahead, Wallace. And please sit down, Captain
      Resta. You look like you are about to take off.� The
      Generalgestured towards Resta, who moved back down
      into his seat.
      �Sir,� continued �Wallace,� �the team that worked on
      this project would not have spent thousands of dollars
      of
      the military�s money if they had not fully validated
      their research. One of the key members of the team had
      previously worked for the Canadian Government in many
      top-level projects, one of which involved
      adamantium. He has stated that he can easily reacquire
      the substance from this source.�
      �That sounded good enough. Lloyd would just have to
      make something up to cover her lies.�
      Heather stared at the general�s face trying to read
      his expressions, but he gave nothing away.
      �I see, Captain Wallace.�
      �Oh, no! He was using her full name again!�
      �Should you not have acquired this element from it�s
      source before having me pass the go-ahead? If I have
      learned one thing in my years, it is to never count
      your chickens before they hatch. But I�m still willing
      to give
      my go ahead for this project if you can assure me that
      this �adamantium� will be available in time for all
      key
      demonstrations.�
      Heather stood up as he handed the folder with Lloyd�s
      papers back to her.
      �Yes, sir. The Project will be on schedule as
      indicated in the report. May I have your authorization
      on the
      procurement of the source, sir?�
      Heather held the file to her side trying to look
      military and hopefully, sound military.
      �Yes, full authorization and endorsement is given to
      this project until such time as I deem it not viable.
      I expect
      you to handle it in its entirety, Captain Wallace.�
      Turning to Resta, the General said, �Captain Resta,
      you are to assist Wallace with the adamantium's
      procurement. I trust you to give her the full
      cooperation of your troops. I suspect that the source
      is not within
      our walls, and will probably require some force. That
      is acceptable as long as no trace of our involvement
      is left
      behind. Doctor Cruin�s project status is now labeled
      �classified�, as is the mission to retrieve the
      adamantium. I
      expect to receive full reports. You are dismissed.�
      �Sir!� Heather and Resta snapped in unison.
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      Resta sped up to catch Heather as she marched out of
      the room and down the corridor to find Lloyd in the
      labs.
      �You can�t do this,� he hissed at her. �It�s not
      right, and you know it.�
      Heather stopped mid-stride to face him. She hated male
      power mad pricks like this guy. She had been itching
      to
      put him into his place since the time in reception
      area. Glaring down on Resta using her five foot, nine
      inch
      frame to push him up against the wall, she bellowed at
      him.
      �And just what is not right about it? Are you so self
      centered that you can�t face the fact that maybe
      you�re
      losing a cushy job because the military might not need
      as many people? Never mind the fact that who knows
      how many lives will be saved?�
      �Now she sounded like Lloyd.��You know that�s not what
      I�m talking about,� Resta said. �What happens to us
      when someone else figures it
      out? Our army will be decimated due to your little
      project. Who needs us when you can flick out the enemy
      with one bomb? Neat and tidy until they use it on
      you.� He pulled away from her and stormed off.
      Heather sighed and carried on to the labs. �Why were
      men were like that?�
      �Minimal lives lost, no bloody wars, just one simple
      fly over with one small bomb.�
      Heather grimaced; it sounded a bit like Hiroshima or
      Nagasaki. �No lives lost. Or was it was the fact that
      huge
      armies would no longer be needed that destroyed power
      mad mongrels like Captain Resta?�
      Heather was deep in thought when she reached Lloyd�s
      lab.
      PART 3
      Heather soon found Lloyd. He was waiting expectantly
      for her at the back of the lab room where they kept
      the
      animals.
      �Why on earth did they have animals in this place?�
      Heather didn�t ask. �Cats, along with sheep, monkeys,
      pigs, dogs, horses, and who knew what else they felt
      like hurting.�
      She didn�t like it, but she kept her mouth shut.
      Hopefully, she would soon be out of here.
      Lloyd was overjoyed to hear the General�s acceptance.
      Heather mentioned the adamantium.
      �Oh, that,� Lloyd said. �You were right about the
      Doctor. He does know where there�s a source and he was
      just
      waiting for the project to be approved before he got
      it.�
      �Well you could have told me that," snapped Heather.
      �I almost lost it back there, but pulled it together
      right
      before Resta could tear you down. The General said
      that I must take some of Resta�s men to get the
      source.�
      �I bet he didn�t like that,� Lloyd grinned.
      �Hell no. I thought he would kill me then and there.�
      Heather laughed with Lloyd.
      They quickly dropped their banter as Dr. Cruin came
      around the corner. Heather had met him last week when
      Lloyd had introduced her as Captain Wallace to him.
      She still almost shuddered when she saw him, even now,
      a
      week later. Three long scars ran across the Doctor�s
      face. They ran from the beginning of his hairline
      where the
      dark hair had died and turned white down his face to
      his neck.
      No one had ever asked him where he got them or what
      had happened.
      Heather greeted him, �Good morning, Doctor.�
      Lloyd coughed in mid laugh. �Ah, Doctor Cruin. Captain
      Wallace has just brought us good news. The project
      has been given the green light.�
      The Doctor looked at Heather and smiled, his scars
      moving up his face like snakes.�Yes,� Heather said, �I
      was questioned about your adamantium source, though. I
      hope you can produce it or our
      project is not going to go much further than this
      afternoon.�
      Heather wanted to get this entire thing over with as
      soon as possible. She still meant to blast her brother
      for
      getting her involved with this crazy project. �Walk
      in, walk out? Yeah, right. She was now even more
      involved
      than she ever intended or wanted to be.�
      �Oh yes, Captain,� said Doctor Cruin. �I can get it,
      but I will need the use of some men. I haven�t fully
      explained the method of obtaining the adamantium yet,
      but it should be relatively simple with the right
      equipment.�
      �Sure.� Heather cut the Doctor off. She was not
      interested in the finer details, just the facts.
      �We've got the men,
      some of Resta�s troops, but can you get us to this
      base where your source is located?�
      �Oh, Captain, it�s not a base we�re after,� chuckled
      the Doctor. �It�s much more simpler that that. Just
      one man
      and our General�s weapon will be on the production
      line. One rather special man and our problems are
      over.�
      Cruin smiled and walked away as brother and sister
      both stared at him.
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      Part Two is on its way tonight (my time after frasier)



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