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I'm almost reduced to biting my nails, here. WHAT is going to happen next?!? I want everyone to make it through, even Jesse if he's being used and abused. <br><br>Thank you for taking Isabel down a peg or two, she is so unnecessarily selfcentered and witchy at times. Poor Kyle! I just want to hug him and tell him he'll have his Ms. Right one day.<br><br>I want to comment on all the other parts I read over the past few days and din't leave feedback but find I'm out of time for the moment, *makes a face* so sorry. Greta is calling me, the little minx is supposed to be napping! <p><center>*************************************</center><br><center>Crighton to Scorpius~"Kryptonite, Silver Bullet, Buffy? What's it gonna take to keep you in a grave?"</center><br><center><FONT color=#48D1CC> Zan is the man! And what an adorable doll baby he is too.<FONT color=#48D1CC> </center> <br><center><FONT color=#DC143C>~Xander~"Ah, demons. That's not something you see every day. Unless you're us!"</FONT color=#DC143C></center><br><center><FONT color=#1E90FF >~Robbie Samuels~"Sorry, I just got this weird mental image of an Immortal action figure collection, hordes of women searching the stores for the rare Methos doll, complete with baggy sweater and a bottle of beer," the teenager laughed. </FONT color=#1E90FF></center> <br><center><FONT color=#FF69B4 >~unknown~Once I gave up my hold on reality I had so many more options.</FONT color=#FF69B4 ></center><br><center><FONT color=#2E8B57> Liam's Kimeran Goddess-of whatever I choose, so don't push me! LOL</FONT color=# 2E8B57></center></p><i></i>

Tracie, you are too good to us. These frequent updates are wonderful....but the cliifhangers are not! <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :lol --><img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br><br>I'm really glad Kyle was able to make Isabel see things the way everyone else might be seeing and feeling them. Please have someone for Kyle...Buddha boy needs some loving too! <p><center>*************<center><font color="DC143C">And I believe</FONT><center> <center><font color="F8F8FF">That angels breathe</FONT><center> <center><font color="FF8C00 ">And that love will live on and never leave</FONT><center><center>*************<center>************* <center><font color=" FF8C00">Muse, come out, come out wherever you are!</FONT></p><i></i>

I agree with Patty. You are saving Kyle for you. <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START ;) --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br><br>This is absolutely terrific!!! Keep up the great work. <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :) --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <p><FONT COLOR="7B68EE">TRACIE! TRACIE! TRACIE! THE COOLEST SUPERMOM/ORB! </FONT><BR><FONT COLOR="B0C4DE">Two wrongs don't make a right, but three lefts do! </FONT><BR><FONT COLOR="66CDAA">ZAN IS DA MAN!</FONT><BR><BR><FONT COLOR="9932CC">***Very Shameless Plugs***<BR><a http://pub79.ezboard.com/borbsters>The ORBSters</a>, Majik's World of Fan Fic, & Muses and Bunnies</FONT></p><i></i>

Of course i'm saving Kyle for myself...do i look like i have stupid stamped across my forehead...it's KYLE stamped there <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :lol --><img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <p><I><center>Margo is a Super ORB!</i></center><b><center><center><font color=#FFFFCC>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<font color =#CCCCCC><center><i>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</i></center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a> </p><i></i>

Hey Tracie!!!!! GREAT I LOVE IT!!!(Yes I was yelling but I couldn't help it sorry.) I finally have been able to get back<br>on line and I find that you have posted more of the story! The last time that I was on line we were up to I think chapter<br>43 so I had a real treat of being able to read 10 chapters. But alas you have again left us with a cliff hanger girl you are<br>so cruel! But man are you good. I loved the little heart to <br>heart that Kyle and Isabel had and I hope that if things <br>don't work out with Jesse that Kyle is there to protect <br>and love Isabel. But those are my thoughts not yours and<br>you are the writer and a great one at that. So all I can say is.....MOre More More More PLEASE! <p></p><i></i>

Part 54

The nondescript sedan with Roswell Realty on the door made it’s way up to the building.

“Sir, someone is approaching, should I notify Kivar?”

“Wait just a moment Janid, let us see who it is,” answered Naloch. “No sense in bothering His Excellency if it is something trivial.”

“What is trivial?” asked Kivar as he entered the room.

“Possibly nothing Sir,” said Naloch as both he and Janid bowed respectfully. “A car is approaching, and I thought it best to assess the situation before we disturbed you.”

“That is wise Naloch, I have far more pressing matters to deal with than the,” he paused to look out the window at the car. “The Roswell Realty Company. As soon as you are certain this isn’t something dreamed up by that idiotic Zan and his band of simpletons, send them on their way.”

“Aye Sir,” said Naloch, turning towards the stairs. “I will handle it with the greatest expediency.”

“Naloch, wait,” Kivar said raising his hand. “I’ve changed my mind. I believe I shall accompany you to greet these people.”

Naloch’s face betrayed nothing as he followed Kivar down the stairs. In the lobby, they waited and watched as three people emerged from the car. An older woman emerged from the drivers seat, her black hair is swept up into a no nonsense bun. From the passenger seat, an older man, wearing a black Stetson hat and a duster emerged. From the back seat, a young woman with blonde hair styled in what could only be called 80’s country music big hair scrambled out. Her feet were encased in red leather boots, into which skintight blue jeans have been tucked. Her shirt, or what there is of it was cut tight and low, to make the most of her obvious assets. The three walked towards the building.

“I’m assuming Sir that the older woman is the realtor and the gentleman is her customer. As to the identity of the younger woman, I cannot wager a guess.”

“Naloch, Naloch, I must be working you too hard if you can’t guess what she is,” laughed Kivar. “She is obviously what these simple Earth people call his midlife crisis. On second thought, don’t hurry them on their way, this could be quite entertaining.”

From the outside of the building, Diane fumbled with the key and finally opened the door. Walking inside, she continued the mock real estate spiel.

“And as you can see, the lobby is very large, and will enable you to have a large reception,” she paused, looking at Naloch and Kivar.

“Hello, are you here to see the building as well? I don’t recall setting up any other appointments for this building today.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “Oh wait, I bet you talked to that no good tramp Tammy in the office. She’s forever trying to steal my listings. Well, if you’re interested in this building, you’ll have to go through me. My name is Betty McCarthy, and you are?”

“Oh, please excuse my most appalling manners. I am Gerald Henderson, and this is my associate, Ben Nabor. We are indeed interested in this building,” answered Kivar.

“Now just one danged minute there!” shouted Philip. “I’m J.C. Simpson from Dallas, and I’m interested in this here building. I had an appointment and if anyone is buying this building, it’s me!”

“Well, of course Mr. Simpson,” said Kivar smoothly “I completely understand. You have an appointment with the realtor, and we are merely interlopers, but perhaps you will allow us to tour the building with you, and if you are not interested, my associate and I will most likely make an offer.”

“Well now, I don’t know about that. Ms. McCarthy, what do you think?”

Diane paused for a moment, unsure of how to answer when Liz said, “Oh J.C. you silly thing. Let these fine gentlemen join us. That way I’ll have someone to talk with while you and this nice Ms. McCarthy talk.”

“Well lamb chop, if you want it, you’ve got it. Anything to make my little Candy happy. Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Candy. She’s my secretary,” Philip said with a wink.

“We are pleased to meet you Candy, and we are both delighted join you on this tour,” Kivar said, smoothly.

“Well, yes, then why don’t we begin,” stammered Diane. A loud crash from the upper level of the building startled all of them.

“Oh, I believe that is some loose shelving,” said Kivar smoothly. When the others look at him questioningly, he continued. “My associate and I had already begun to explore the building when we saw you arrive. Why don’t I just check upstairs to make sure that’s all it is? Ben, if you would please?”

Naloch and Kivar walked quickly up the stairs. As soon as they were out of sight, Philip grabbed Diane and started to push her towards the door.

“Get out now, before they come back. Meet up with the others and let them know what’s going on.”

“How are you going to explain my being missing?” she asked.

“Simple,” answered Liz. “Walk out the door shouting
back to us about some contracts you left in the car.”

“Be careful you two,” she said softly, then in a louder voice, “Mr. Simpson, I left the contracts out in the car, I’m just going to run out and get them.”

“Take your time Ms. McCarthy. Candy and I are just going to take a look around.”

“Where is Ms. McCarthy going?” a voice from above questioned. Philip looks up and seed Naloch looking down from the upper level.

“She left the contracts in her car, so she went outside to get them. I tell you, it just proves my point that women are just too scatterbrained to work anywhere. They just don’t have the head for big business.”

“J.C., I’m bored,” Liz, whined in her best airhead bimbo voice. “You promised me we’d go to Vegas today.”

“We will kitten we will. I just need to take care of a little business. I’ll tell you what, why don’t you take a look around this floor and find a nice place for your office.”

“What a wonderful idea,” said Naloch. “And please, don’t be afraid if you bump into anyone else. We brought several contractors with us to look over the building before making bids on its renovations.”

“Ok,” said Liz, flashing him a big smile. Turning to Philip she nodded slightly and then crossed the lobby and opened a door to the interior of the building. She opened a small office door, and the first person she saw was the erstwhile Agent Feltcher.

“Hi there,” she said brightly. “My name’s Candy, who are you?” She held out her hand to shake his, but when he stepped close enough to take her hand, she placed her hand on his chest and focused all her power into that hand. Within a matter of seconds Feltcher falls to the ground, and his body disintegrates into a pile of ashes.

“Cool,” Liz giggled slightly hysterically. “Just like Buffy.”

Grabbing a folder from an abandoned desk, she flapped at the ashes and sent them floating throughout the room.

’Well, cleanup’s a snap,’ she thought to herself.

Liz, what’s going on, Kyle’s voice says in her head.

I’m inside. Max’s dad is in the lobby. Kivar and one of his henchmen are upstairs, and Max’s mother is on her way out to meet up with the others. Listen, I killed one of them already.

You did WHAT? Kyle shouted. You killed one of them. What happened, are you ok?

Shut up and listen. I put my hand on his chest and focused all my power into that one hand, and he just, well, he disintegrated. If we can take some of them out that way, we stand a better chance of surviving.
God Liz, be careful.
I will, you too, and tell Max…
I know you love him. I will, and just to save time, he loves you back.

Liz smiled a little as she felt the connection with Kyle break. She opened the office door and peered into the corridor. Once she was certain nobody else was there, she stepped out and continued down the hall. Opening another door, she found three others inside. Three of them? she thought to herself. How the hell am I going to manage this one? Suddenly, she got an idea.

“Hi, I’m Candy. That nice Mr. Henderson said it was ok for me to look around, but now I can’t find my way back to the lobby. Would one of you kind gentlemen help me?”

The three Antarians looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Finally one of them steps forward and grabbed Liz roughly by the arm.

“Come with me, I’ll take you to him. Bashton come, help me escort this person to Henderson. The shortest of the trio stepped forward and took Liz’s other arm, and the two dragged her out into the hallway.

Pretending to stumble, she yanked one arm free from her captor and placed it on his chest. As before with the first alien, he crumbled into a pile of dust. Whirling around, she placed her hand on the other man’s chest and repeated the procedure. She then opened the office door and stuck her head back inside.

“Um, we seem to have a little problem out here, can you help us?” she asked.

The unsuspecting Antarian walked over to her. Again, Liz placed her hand on his chest and focused, but nothing happened.

“Oh shit,” she yelled as she ran for the door, but she wasn’t quick enough, as the Antarian reached out and grabbed her and shoved her to the ground.

oh no! oh no! oh no! <br><br>you absolutely CANNOT leave it like that! how will i sleep now? <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :( --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /frown.gif ALT=":("><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br><br>(good job though! <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :grin --><img src=http://www.westwoodi.net/~smilies/contr ... n_anim.gif ALT=":grin"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> ) <p><center><i>I want to be what I was when I wanted to be what I am now.</i></center></p><i></i>

well, i would have finished, but i don't know what happens yet...i just finished this part <p><I><center>Margo is a Super ORB!</i></center><b><center><center><font color=#FFFFCC>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<font color =#CCCCCC><center><i>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</i></center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a> </p><i></i>

Tracie I just about choked on the last bite of my cereal and you can't stop there! If you say your muse doesn't want to cooperate tell it I'll send my astral form to whip it with a wet noodle. Maybe that'll make it send you some inspiration. <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :lol --><img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br><br>Loved that part, except for the fact you ended it like that. *vbg*<br><br>Now...*singing off key* Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work I go <p><center>*************************************</center><br><center>Crighton to Scorpius~"Kryptonite, Silver Bullet, Buffy? What's it gonna take to keep you in a grave?"</center><br><center><FONT color=#48D1CC> Zan is the man! And what an adorable doll baby he is too.<FONT color=#48D1CC> </center> <br><center><FONT color=#DC143C>~Xander~"Ah, demons. That's not something you see every day. Unless you're us!"</FONT color=#DC143C></center><br><center><FONT color=#1E90FF >~Robbie Samuels~"Sorry, I just got this weird mental image of an Immortal action figure collection, hordes of women searching the stores for the rare Methos doll, complete with baggy sweater and a bottle of beer," the teenager laughed. </FONT color=#1E90FF></center> <br><center><FONT color=#FF69B4 >~unknown~Once I gave up my hold on reality I had so many more options.</FONT color=#FF69B4 ></center><br><center><FONT color=#2E8B57> Liam's Kimeran Goddess-of whatever I choose, so don't push me! LOL</FONT color=# 2E8B57></center></p><i></i>

What? No,no,no you can not just leave it like that! It was such a great part and then it comes to a crashing halt! <p><center>*************<center><font color="DC143C">And I believe</FONT><center> <center><font color="F8F8FF">That angels breathe</FONT><center> <center><font color="FF8C00 ">And that love will live on and never leave</FONT><center><center>*************<center>************* <center><font color=" FF8C00">Muse, come out, come out wherever you are!</FONT></p><i></i>

Part 55

Michael held up a hand, signaling the others to wait for a moment. He scouted ahead, then came back and signaled the others to follow him. As one, Max, Isabelle, Kyle and Jim moved forward and climbed up on the loading dock. Kyle pointed over to a door and telepathically let Michael know that it was the door to the sub-basement that they had seen on the blueprints. Michael nodded, and Kyle made his way over to the door and opened it. He headed down to the sub-basement and in a moment the others heard his voice in their minds telling them it was safe to come down.

Almost as if they were a single unit, the others moved towards the door and descended into the sub-basement.

“Great going Kyle, you found this place with no problems,” said Max moving towards Kyle, but Kyle ignored him. He concentrated, his eyes focusing on something unseen, and his lips moved silently.

“Shhh,” whispered Isabelle. “He must be talking to Liz.”

“What is she saying, is she all right?” Max questioned.

“Max, be quiet and let him concentrate, will you,” said Isabelle.

Kyle turns to look at Max and the others.

“Well, first off, she says she loves you,” he said.

“Tell her I,” Max started.

“I already did,” Kyle answered. “Now, your Mom’s outside, your Dad is in the lobby, and Liz is inside, checking things out.”

“That’s great,” said Jim. “Sounds like things are proceeding according to plan.”

“Well, there’s more,” said Kyle. “Apparently, she killed one of the Antarians.”

“What!” yelled Max, his voice echoing in the cavernous sub-basement. “How did she do that? What happened?”

Kyle waited until Max calmed down and then proceeded to tell them everything Liz had said leaving out how shaken she had sounded when he first contacted her.

“Cool,” said Michael. “That will make things a lot easier. Score one for the walking talking crystal ball.”

“Yeah, but can we all do it?” asked Jim. “I haven’t really practiced too much with my powers yet. It hasn’t been safe.”

“All we can do is try,” said Max. “But make sure you stick with one of us at all times. We can’t risk anything happening to you Jim.”

“Ok, we really should move out,” said Michael. “Isabelle, you and Kyle take that staircase, and Max, Jim and I will go up this way,” he continued, pointing to the stairs in the back of the basement. “Kyle, make sure to check in with us every 15 minutes or so, okay?”

Kyle nodded, and the two groups split up and went their separate ways. Michael led the others up the stairs. Using his powers, he opened the locked door and eased it open slightly. He peered around the door to make sure nobody was around. He was just about to motion to Max and Jim to follow him, when a door opened and a man stepped into the hall. Michael waited until the man was almost right in front of him, and reached out and pulled him into the stairwell.

Holding one hand over his mouth, he used his other hand to press against the man’s chest and pushed him against the now closed door. He focused all his energy they way Kyle described and felt it flow down his arm and into his hand. Just as Kyle had said, the man’s body simply crumbled up into a pile of dust.

“Wow,” Michael said, his voice trembling a little. “That could be considered almost cool, in a really sick way, that is.”

“Well, it certainly does even up the odds a bit, doesn’t it?” asked Jim. “If we can take them out one by one, it will be safer for all of us.”

“Yeah,” agreed Max shaken by what he just witnessed. “Michael, are you ok?” he asked, showing concern for his friend.

“Yeah, I’ll be alright, and Max, Liz will too,” he said, reading his friends unspoken worry for his wife. “She’s a strong, strong woman. She can handle this.”

“Thanks Michael,” Max said, his voice ripe with gratitude.

“Do you want me to take the lead for a while Michael?” asked Jim. He too, was shaken by what he has seen.

“No, I’m ok, lets just get the hell out of here and find that bastard Kivar,” said Michael, his voice unwavering.

He opened the door again and looked out and made sure it was safe. Nobody was in sight, so he stepped out into the hallway, followed by Jim, then Max. Moving down the hall, they looked into the various offices, only to find them empty. The next door they tried was locked. Michael looked back at Max, and he nodded. Michael placed his hand over the look and the door popped open.

Cautiously pushing the door open, he peered inside. Lying on the floor was a body. He stepped inside and reached for the body to roll it over. When the face came into view, he saw that it was a badly beaten Jesse. Max came into the room and knelt down beside him, while Jim guarded the door.

“Jesse, wake up,” he said slapping him lightly on the cheek.

“Max, it’s no good, he’s out cold,” whispered Michael.

“Ok, look, I’ll heal him as best I can, you get him out of here. Take him to Maria, and tie him up good. We don’t know if we can trust him, but I’m not going to leave him here,” ordered Max.

“No way, let Valenti take him. I’m not leaving you,” Michael argued.

“Michael, you have to. It has to be you. We don’t know if Jim has enough control over his powers to send him off alone. Besides, we have to do this for Isabelle. She’s right, if it were Maria or Liz, we wouldn’t hesitate. Jesse deserves the same. He put himself on the line for us. We have to get him out of here.”

“Max, he could be the one who betrayed us!” Michael whispered, fiercely.

“Yeah, he could be, but there’s also a chance he’s being controlled by them. Michael, we have to do this, youknow that.”

“Yeah, I do,” he admitted, but I hate leaving you here.”

“Listen, we’ll go back to the basement and wait for you there, and we won’t leave unless we have to. If Kyle contacts you, let him know that we got Jesse out. Have him tell Isabelle he’s safe,” said Max.

“Ok, but don’t leave that basement unless it’s an emergency. Now, if you’re going to heal him, hurry up and do it so we can get out of here,” said Michael.

Max quickly did what he can to heal Jesse’s wounds, then he and Michael lifted Jesse up under his arms and started to carry him out. With Jim in the lead, they made their way back to the basement and up the stairs. They helped Michael get Jesse off the loading dock and then headed back inside to wait. While they were waiting, Max and Jim discuss Jesse.

“I still can’t believe Kyle did that much damage to Jesse,” Max said.

“I don’t think he did,” said Jim. “Some of those wounds were fresh, but you could see where Kyle dragged his nails across Jesse’s face had already started to heal. I think your friends up there did that.” He looks at Max, but he appears to be listening to something other than what he was saying.

After several minutes, he turns to Jim. “That was Kyle,” he said, needlessly. “He and Isabelle are fine, and I told them about Jesse. They haven’t run into any other Antarians yet, and he’s going to try and contact Liz now.”

“I wish we had a better idea of how many people they brought down,” said Jim.

“Never mind that,” said Max urgently. “Kyle just contacted Liz, she’s been captured. We have to find her, now!”

oh, these next parts are all going to be torturous cliffies aren't they?<br><br>i need more more more!<br><br>(i told you i was absorbing too much impatience. <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START ;) --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> )<br> <p><center><i>I want to be what I was when I wanted to be what I am now.</i></center></p><i></i>

talk to my muse...she stopped talking to me. as soon as she get's out of her snit, i'll post more <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START ;) --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <p><I><center>Margo is a Super ORB!</i></center><b><center><center><font color=#FFFFCC>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<font color =#CCCCCC><center><i>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</i></center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a> </p><i></i>

Hey Muse you really need to ease up and talk to Majik. She really needs to update this story so that everyone can enjoy it like I do. <br><br>Well I hope Liz will be fine. Still not sure why she could not get the last guy. I know Dramatic License was used. Well come back and update as soon as you can. <p><center>*Denise*<BR><img src=http://ffspirits.finalfantasy.gamigo.de ... f><BR><img src=http://ubb.fanasylum.com/smiles/partygirl.gif><img src=http://ubb.fanasylum.com/smiles/angel2.gif> <BR><img src=http://www.nirvana2.com/smilies/bounce.gif><img src=http://ubb.fanasylum.com/smiles/hearts.gif><img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... f><BR><img src=http://ubb.fanasylum.com/smiles/rainbow.gif><img src=http://www.nirvana2.com/smilies/cool.gif> <img src=http://www.wearenow.com/smilies/headbanger.gif<img src=http://ffspirits.finalfantasy.gamigo.de ... 7.gif><img src=http://www.clicksmilies.com/sammlung/mu ... 3.gif><img src=http://www.cheshire2000.com/boxhauler/i ... A.gif><img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... 2.gif><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... </p><i></i>

<!--EZCODE EMOTICON START ;) --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> OK Muse...........<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><i> come out, come out, where ever you are!!!</i><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br>On the edge of my seat here <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :grin --><img src=http://www.westwoodi.net/~smilies/contr ... n_anim.gif ALT=":grin"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <p><center>******************************</center><center><img src=http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/st ... r><b><FONT COLOR="FF6600">THE UK 'ORBIT' HAS LANDED!!!</b><img src=http://www.data-techniques.net/cwm/otn/ ... r><b><FONT COLOR="FF3399">ZARA ISABEL MARCH 8TH 2002</b></center><center><b><FONT COLOR="FFFF00">ZAN IS DA MAN</b><center><b><FONT COLOR="0000FF">Hoo= PIC!!Blue= Cyber Mum</b></center><center><i><FONT COLOR="FF000">If evolution works, why do mums only have two hands???</i></center></p><i></i>

Muse...Tracie is very good to you..now you be good to her so she can be good to us! <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :grin --><img src=http://www.westwoodi.net/~smilies/contr ... n_anim.gif ALT=":grin"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br><br>Excellent cliffhanger Tracie! <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START ;) --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <p><center>*************<center><font color="DC143C">And I believe</FONT><center> <center><font color="F8F8FF">That angels breathe</FONT><center> <center><font color="FF8C00 ">And that love will live on and never leave</FONT><center><center>*************<center>************* <center><font color=" FF8C00">The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return"</FONT></p><i></i>

"Here Musie, Musie..."<br><br> <p><FONT COLOR="7B68EE">TRACIE! TRACIE! TRACIE! THE COOLEST SUPERMOM/ORB! </FONT><BR><FONT COLOR="B0C4DE">Two wrongs don't make a right, but three lefts do! </FONT><BR><FONT COLOR="66CDAA">ZAN IS DA MAN!</FONT><BR><BR><FONT COLOR="9932CC">***Very Shameless Plugs***<BR><a http://pub79.ezboard.com/borbsters>The ORBSters</a>, Majik's World of Fan Fic, & Muses and Bunnies</FONT></p><i></i>

Sneaky muse! Instead of giving Tracie something past the time of Liz's little slip up it gives her a same time frame but different point of view bit. Very well done, but we still want to know what happens <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><i> next</i><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> if you please. *vbg*<br><br>Thanks for the update Tracie! <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :) --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br><br> <p></p><i></i>

Part 56

Michael carried Jesse into a stand of trees where Maria wass hiding and guarding the perimeter with Geoff Parker.

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “You got him out.

“Talk about stating the obvious Maria,” Michael shot back. “Look do you have any rope in any of those packs? Max doesn’t want us to leave him unless he’s tied up.”

“Yeah, here’s some,” said Geoff, rummaging through one of the bags. “Here you go.”

The two made short work of tying Jesse up, and Michael explained what occurred inside, trying to edit out Liz’s role for the benefit of Mr. Parker.

“Look Michael, I know there are things you’re leaving out. How is Lizzie doing? Has Kyle contacted you about her?”

“Yeah, actually he has,” Michael admitted. “She’s the one who figured out how to kill these guys.”

“Damn,” Geoff said. “None of you should have to deal with any of this.”

“Yeah, well, we do,” Michael answered, simply. “Hopefully, it will all end here. Can you make sure those ropes are tight Mr. Parker. I don’t want to leave him here with you and Maria unless I know he’s secure.”

As Geoff bends down to check the ropes, Michael pulled Maria aside.

“Maria, shut up and listen,” he whispered. “Kyle contacted me just as I was coming out with Jesse. Liz has been captured. That’s all he knows. He can’t seem to contact her anymore.”

“I’m going in with you,” Maria said.

“Maria, you can’t, it’s too dangerous.”

“Look Space Boy, you knew this was going to happen when you told me, and you know I’m going to win, so just save the arguments and let’s get back inside,” Maria argued

Michael, who knew he was beaten before this battle had begun, capitulated, and then asked, “How are you going to explain this to Liz’s Dad?”

She shot him a look that clearly stated that he’s an idiot and said, “Simple, just tell him Max contacted you via Kyle and wants me in.”

She walked off, shaking her head, wondering how Michael Guerin had survived for so long before he knew her.

Michael followed Maria’s plan and told Geoff that Max wants her in. The older man was clearly unhappy, but agreed and watched as the two snuck back to the loading dock. Once inside, Michael looked around, found a piece of pipe, picks it up and handed it to Maria.

“Use this if you have to Maria, promise me.”

“I will, believe me I will. If those bastards have hurt Liz in any way, I’ll kill them all myself,” Maria said, her voice full of resolve.

Michael didn’t have any reason to doubt her at all.

“Hey,” said Maria looking around the dank basement. “Where are Valenti and Max?”

Michael snorted and looks at her. “Did you really think he was going to wait when he found out she was in danger? He would have waited about as well as you would have stayed behind.”

“No, I suppose not. Well, come on,” she said, tightening her grip on the length of pipe. “Lets go find them and kick some alien ass.”

Michael retraced his path back up the stairs to the door. Again he peered around it to make sure they are unobserved, and he and Maria step out into the hallway. Michael retraced the path that he Max and Jim had taken earlier. Along the way, Michael pointed to a pile of dust and told Maria that was the alien he destroyed.

“Nice,” she commented. “Remind me to invest in vacuum cleaner stock.”

Done the hallway, a door opens. Michael grabbed Maria and shoved her into an empty room. Looking out through the partially opened door he tried to see who was coming. Without warning, the door was pulled from his hands and flung open. Maria didn’t hesitate, but raised the pipe and prepared to crush the skull of whoever passed through the door.

“Jesus Maria, will you watch where you’re swinging that thing,” Kyle said, stopping the pipe with his hand. “I only have one skull you know.”

“Kyle, Isabelle, any word on Liz?” Michael asked.

“No nothing,” said Kyle dejectedly. “I can’t get anything from her. It’s like she’s unconscious, or worse.”

“How about Max, do you know where he is?”

“Yeah, he and my dad went the opposite way down this corridor.”

“Ok, look, contact them and get them back here. We need to be together now. Liz said we’re stronger together than apart, and she’s right,” said Michael.

Kyle contacted Max and in a short time, everyone was together. Max isn’t surprised to see Maria there. He doesn’t say anything, but he hugged her tightly.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find her,” Maria whispered.

“Michael how was Jesse?” Isabelle asked.

“Well, he hadn’t regained consciousness before we left, but he’s with Liz’s dad. He’ll take care of him,” said Michael.

“Thanks for getting him out.”

“What else did you expect us to do?” he asked, and in the next breath, “Never mind, don’t answer that.”

“Look we need to focus on Liz right now,” said Jim, bringing everybody back to the terrible reality they faced.

“Jim’s right,” said Isabelle. “We have to find her. Kyle and I came down this corridor, and it’s completely empty. Max, what did you and Jim find?”

“Well, we had just come to another stairwell when Kyle contacted us. I think we should head back there and see what we can find.”

They all agreed and made their way down the deserted hallway to the staircase. Michael took the lead and climbs the stairs. At the next level, he opened the door and stepped out into a dark hallway. At the end of the hallway was a glass door. He moved quietly to the door and peered out into the lobby of the building. Max’s father was nowhere in site, but he did see two other men standing there. One of them, Isabelle identified as Kivar, but she wasn’t sure who the other one was. Kivar looked as though he was yelling at the other man. Kivar raised his arm to strike the other man, but he managed to duck the blow by moving. As he stepped away from Kivar, the others are able to see Liz’s body, lying on the ground.

oh no! liz's body on the ground! <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :eek --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... ns/eek.gif ALT=":eek"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br><br>i hope they're not too late to save her! (of course, they're not. tracie would never do this to me, or would she?)<br><br>come back and save her soon, please? <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :) --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br><br>ps what's wrong with the writing? <p><center><i>I want to be what I was when I wanted to be what I am now.</i></center></p><i></i>