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Doused with microwave radiation, Theodore Wong gained the
ability to glow and be detected at great distances by anyone
with a Geiger counter. Together with his sidekick Lite, his
intern Cynical Lass, and fellow hero Substitute Lad, Wong wages
a constant battle against the forces of corruption, chaos and
common sense as the fabulous EASILY-DISCOVERED MAN.
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The following takes place during between issues #11 and #10
(yes, the series uses reverse chronology) of "Beige Countdown."
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-----Previously on "The Adventures of Easily-Discovered Man"----
After promising to hunt down the killer of their greatest
enemy, the Waffle Queen, Easily-Discovered Man and Easily-
Discovered Man Lite visit the lair of her henchwoman, the
living bottle of syrup known as Mrs. Butterworth -- only to
find that someone has murdered Mrs. Butterworth as well.
Before they can continue their search, however, our heroes
find themselves pressed into service during the "Infinite
Leadership Crisis," during which nearly every member of the
Legion of Net.Heroes acts as leader for a day before
disappearing at midnight.
While Easily-Discovered Man, Cynical Lass and Substitute
Lad all serve with distinction, Easily-Discovered Man Lite
spends much of the crisis playing practical jokes on other
members and passing his own turn in the leader's chair to
Easily-Discovered Man -- decisions that will prove to have
serious consequences for the sidekick.
Yet even the end of the leadership crisis offers no
respite for the intrepid quartet, as LNH leader Ultimate Ninja
is charged with murder, throwing the Legion into chaos; the
nation's President, Hexadecimal Luthor, creates a technology
that allows anyone to develop super-powers; and a mysterious
new super-villain vows to destroy the LNH, and one member in
particular...
Before allowing that particular vendetta to proceed,
however, the author would like to provide his readers with a
behind-the-scenes look at the production of the longest-running
series on rec.arts.comics.creative, now fifteen years old...
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"What manner of porn would you like to include in our
fiftieth episode?" Easily-Discovered Man asked, catching me
in the hallway just as I was about to leave for the weekend.
"Our publisher would like to know."
"You can't possibly have just said what I heard you say,"
I said, letting my fishing pole, my blueberry cinnamon crumble
iced coffee and my jaw drop to the floor. "We have a
publisher?"
"Certainly we have a publisher," Easily-Discovered Man
said, ushering me into the conference room. "Whom do you think
signs our checks? Or edits out all the imprecations you seem to
delight in uttering during the course of our adventures? Or
painstakingly crafts our long-term story arcs?"
"For some reason, I thought the writer did that," I said.
"I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the 'write' in the title."
"Your mistake is understandable," Easily-Discovered Man
said. "In the past, yes, tales of costumed characters -- I
hesitate to call us heroes -- who had foresworn the easy comfort
of an everyday life in order to challenge the forces of
darkness to never-ending single combat would be chronicled
by a series of writers and illustrators."
"And I suppose you're going to tell me that sort of thing
is considered terribly 20th-century these days."
"Quite so," Easily-Discovered Man said. "The problem with
writers, you see, is that they like to tell stories."
"As the hamster said to the lemming, Prof, I'm not sure
I'm following you," I said.
"Stories," said Easily-Discovered Man, "by their nature,
have a beginning, middle and end. Things happen; characters
change, the whole majestic pageant of life and love and loss
and death arrives in acts upon the stage. And that very change
is anathema to a publisher, for whom a comic book super-hero is
not a character to be developed, but a property to be
preserved."
"But characters change all the time," I said. "Superman
got married. The Flash became two or three different people.
Iron Man turned into an a**hole."
"Verily," Easily-Discovered Man said. "And therein lies
the problem of allowing multiple writers to craft the
storylines affecting the many characters within a fictional
universe: the increasing likelihood that at some point, one
or more of those characters will experience growth and
development. A more elegant, more efficient solution is for
the publisher to create one storyline for the universe that
involves all of the characters tangentially without affecting
any of them directly, thus assuring that none of them will ever
change."
"But this is comics we're talking about, not politics," I
said. "People actually pay attention to what's going on.
Wouldn't somebody notice?"
"And that is where the 'porn' I mentioned previously comes
in," Easily-Discovered Man said. "I do not, of course,
refer literally to pornography -- in most cases. Rather, I
call upon anything added to a story for the sole purpose of
preventing the reader from realizing that nothing is actually
taking place. With 'continuity porn,' for instance, we recycle
old plotlines and conceptions of character in a manner
calculated to simultaneously anger long-time fans and confuse
new ones."
"The problem there," said Cynical Lass, catching the last
part of the Prof's explanation as she entered the room, "is
that a series needs to have continuity before you can fetishize
it."
"Indeed," Easily-Discovered Man said, pulling out a chair
at the conference table for Cynical Lass. "Another option is
'romance porn,' in which the reader becomes so interested in the
angst-ridden attractions between the main characters that he or
she never notices those characters rarely do anything but pine
after each other and agonize about what their place in the
world should be."
"It's quite popular in Japanese manga," Cynical Lass said.
"Particularly when there's a suggestion that the two male leads
secretly desire each other with a passion that can never be
expressed."
"Oh hell no," I said, as Cynical Lass began giggling.
"That is NOT happening here. Although now I think I finally
understand what happened to _Smallville_."
"That brings us to porn, plain and simple," Easily-
Discovered Man said. "E'en the semblance of a story is not
required to sell an issue whose most attractive cast member
appears on the cover in scant clothing and a seductive pose."
"Why are the two of you looking at me like that?" Cynical
Lass said. "I'm not posing for Ed Benes again. He makes my
butt look fat."
"Arch your back when you say that," I said. "Look, Prof,
there has to be another option."
"Are you really Easily-Discovered Man Lite?" Cynical Lass
asked. "For a moment there, you sounded like someone with a
shred of artistic integrity."
"I'm someone who likes getting paid," I said, "and any
book that revolves around sex, romance or consistent
storytelling is not likely to have me in it. Isn't there
anything else we can do?"
Easily-Discovered Man stroked his beard, his masked brow
furrowed in concentration. "Well, that is... of course it
would be quite difficult... but certainly it would be possible
...but no... that is, in dire straits, we could always pull a
Morrison," he said.
"And that means what, exactly?" Cynical Lass asked.
"It means, my dear child, that we go forward telling an
actual story -- complete with character changes, beginnings and
endings and all the rest -- but we do it in a manner that is so
outré, so eclectic, that those few readers who are capable of
comprehending what in the world is going on will assume that we
cannot possibly be serious, thus allowing the publisher and any
future writers to ignore our work with impunity."
"It's brilliant. It's subversive. And it requires very
little work on my part," I said. "What could possibly go
wrong?"
"Have you even read _Final Crisis?_" Cynical Lass asked.
"Do you have any idea how many longstanding characters die
in the first issue alone?"
"Really? Let me see that," I said, snatching the issue
out of Cynical Lass' hands. "Hold on, Prof. I'm not sure I'm
ready to cash it in as a metaphor for the death of the Silver
Age or the need to adopt metatextual understanding or WHAT THE
HELL DOES ANY OF THIS MEAN?"
"I am afraid you are too late, my young companion," said
the Prof, who had already dressed himself in the costume of the
Easily-Discovered Man of Zurr-En-Arrgh. "For we have already
begun to present episode #50 of 'The Adventures of Easily-
Discovered Man,' 'Easily-Discovered Man No More.' No sidekicks
or special guest villains were harmed in the making of this
story."
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The Adventures of Easily-Discovered Man #50
"Easily-Discovered Man No More"
Plot: Script:
Rob Rogers Rob Rogers
I like fighting super-villains. It's not because I'm a
masochist, or because I have a really good health insurance
policy (I don't) or because I think it will help me score
points with women (it does, sometimes, but I've found I don't
particularly enjoy hanging around with the kind of women who
enjoy watching men in tights pummel each other).
It's because when I'm fighting a super-villain I get to
say the kind of things I'm never allowed to say in school, or
with my friends, or if I'm ever invited to be a guest on "Larry
King." I could never tell my friends Aurora Jones or Cynical
Lass, for example, that the purple spandex top they were wearing
made them look as though someone had tried to throttle an
eggplant. But I could -- and did -- say that to Dessica,
because as a super-villain she was planning to hit me anyway,
and I figured this way we could both feel better about it.
Besides, I had to say something. Dessica had surprised
the Prof when he, Substitute Lad and I had been working to
rebuild Suddenly-Exploding Boy Memorial Grove, which had been
smashed to bits along with half of the Net.ropolis waterfront
during a battle between the Legion of Net.Heroes and pretty
much every super-villain I'd ever heard of [in LNH Comics
Presents #501 -- Footnote Girl].
The playground had never been particularly popular before
it had been destroyed (for some reason, parents seemed reluctant
to let their children run free at a place named after a self-
detonating super-hero) but it became even less so after the
battle, when large jagged splinters, shredded tires and bits of
glowing radioactive goo had left it deserted except for a small
group of lawyers, who hung around waiting for someone to injure
themselves.
The Prof -- Easily-Discovered Man -- had been pruning back
a particularly nasty-looking branch from an oak tree when a
girl about my age wearing a purple tank top, spandex shorts, a
pair of rollerblades and a look on her face that suggested the
Prof had just cut her off in traffic for the second time came
hurtling toward him out of nowhere.
I shouted out something offensive about her outfit, causing
her to turn slightly, so that her outstretched arms missed the
Prof and hit the oak. The tree made a noise like a wet fart,
dropped all its leaves and withered away to a shriveled husk
faster than the NBC network had over the past year.
"She must have the power to drain away all of the water
from anything she touches!" shouted Substitute Lad, who had
chosen to duplicate the powers of Sister State-the-Obvious that
afternoon, for reasons known only to him.
"Then she must seek to quench such an insatiable -- and
inhuman -- thirst elsewhere! For none shall extinguish the
fount of justice that flows up from the mighty heart of Easily-
Discovered Man!" declared the Prof, who cast aside his pruning
shears and work gloves (both of which might actually have been
useful in a fight) and pulled on his bright orange gauntlets.
"Perfect," said Dessica, who despite what I had said, was
actually kind of cute if you're into the whole roller derby
thing (and I was). She rolled around the dehydrated tree to
take a second swipe at the Prof, missing only because I grabbed
the edge of his cape and yanked him out of her way.
"No, this really is perfect," said Dessica, rolling to a
stop and adjusting her elbow pads. "Try to make our fight look
as real as possible so people will believe it when I become the
new Waffle Queen."
"You want to become the new Waffle Queen?" Substitute Lad
asked. It was actually one of the less annoying things he'd
said for the last hour or so; since he'd started duplicating
Sister State-the-Obvious' powers, he'd mostly walked around
declaring thing like "All that broken glass can't be good for
the kids" and "Sweaty, sweaty, sweaty," which was at least as
disturbing as it was informative.
"An atavistic aspiration, indeed, my astringent
antagoness!" Easily-Discovered Man said, wrenching his cape from
my grasp, his voice building in volume with every word. "Our
late arch-nemesis scarcely is inter'rd, and yet thou wouldst
endeavor to replace her while bearing none of her dignity, her
ingenuity or her grace?"
"Not to mention that you actually have super-powers," I
said, trying and failing to trip Dessica with a rake. "Why
would anyone who could flash-freeze-dry folks feel like giving
that up for a life of dressing up like a waffle?"
"Please," said Dessica (I'm assuming her name was Dessica,
since that's what was written across her chest; it might have
been the name of her roller derby team). "You obviously don't
know the first thing about women."
"He sure doesn't," Substitute Lad said. "Not a damn
thing. That lump of radioactive goo over there knows more
about women than he does."
"No woman on earth wants to be known for having the
uncanny ability to retain vast quantities of water," Dessica
said, grabbing the chain from a half-finished swing set and
twirling it around in a manner that might have been sexy had
she not then launched it at my head. "It sure as hell wasn't
what I signed on for when I volunteered for one of Hex Luthor's
Freedom Chips!"
Hex Luthor -- the most recent super-villain to have become
President of the Loonited States -- had begun marketing
something called a Freedom Chip, an electronic brain implant
that gave anyone who had one access to their very own super
power. As with alcohol, however, Freedom Chips sometimes had
the side effect of showing people a side to themselves they
didn't particularly like.
"That's your problem right there," I said. "Believe me,
if I wanted the government to fill up my head with a bunch of
useless, potentially dangerous crap, I'd be sitting in class
right now."
"And it doesn't explain why you'd want to be the new Waffle
Queen," said Substitute Lad, who was trying to find a way to
use the pile of radioactive goo (the same pile that presumably
knew more about women than I did) as a weapon without actually
having to pick it up.
"Or why thou wouldst choose to attack us -- we valiant
three, who never have done you an injury -- whilst we are
engaged in an activity for the betterment of humanity?" Easily-
Discovered Man asked, doing his best to twirl a hoe above his
head like a bo staff.
"Look," said Dessica, snapping her gum, "I don't know what
kind of a deal the Waffle Queen had with you three. But it's
obvious after fighting you for five minutes that there's no way
any of you could have gone up against a criminal mastermind
like her for years unless you'd come to some kind of...
agreement. I want the same deal."
"Are you implying that the mighty Easily-Discovered Man
lacks the wherewithal to defeat his most persistent foe, and
must therefore have relied on some manner of unsportsmanlike
..." the Prof began, before hitting himself with the spinning
hoe.
"I'm not a bad girl," Dessica said, skating in wide
circles around the three of us. "I don't really want to enter
into a life of crime. It's just that thanks to my new
condition, I've got medical bills up the wazoo that my
insurance won't pay for. I can't get a job in this economy,
and the Legion of Net.Heroes won't even take my application
just because I accidentally withered some stupid fichus tree."
"Not the fichus tree in the lobby!" I gasped. "I always
loved that tree!"
"It's true," Substitute Lad said. "He did. In ways no
man should ever love a tree."
"So here's the deal," Dessica said, touching one finger to
a sunflower and watching it fizzle out like a spent balloon.
"I'll be your new arch-bad-whatever you call it. We'll have a
few public fights -- maybe I'll even let you slap me around a
little," she said, looking at me as she said it. "You guys
get to look like heroes, and every now and then you'll get a
bill from Blue Cross, and you'll pay it, and everyone will be
happy. What d'you say?"
Because Easily-Discovered Man made a point out of putting
his hands on his waist, puffing out his chest and waiting until
his cape was blowing in the right direction, all of us knew
what he was going to say. Being Easily-Discovered Man, however,
he said it anyway.
"Not while a single drop of heroic blood flows in these
veins!" he shouted, shaking an orange fist at Dessica.
"Like they used to say at Burger King, have it your way,"
Dessica said, dashing toward the Prof at an alarming clip.
"Hey Dess, what's with the rollergirl thing, anyway?" I
asked, trying to draw her attention toward me and hoping like
hell that Substitute Lad would manage to follow my lead without
shouting to the whole world what he was doing, like some kind of
walking, talking version of Twitter. "Shouldn't you be dressed
up like a giant straw, or a mosquito? Or is this your way of
saying that roller derby really sucks?"
"Derby was my LIFE!" Dessica snapped, turning away from
the Prof and rocketing toward me as I made a run for the teeter-
totter. "I didn't even know what my powers would do when I
signed up for that last match! It's not my FAULT that those
girls on the other team got turned into raisins!"
So determined was Dessica to dry me out that she didn't
notice Substitute Lad diving in front of her until the last
moment (which was all the more impressive because, as
predicted, he was announcing what he was doing). She screamed,
tripped, and sprawled across the lower seat of the teeter-
totter.
You can guess what happened next. I leaped onto the other
seat, launching Dessica over the fence at the edge of the
playground (we hadn't finished fixing the teeter-totter yet, so
it was really more like a catapult than was probably safe for
young children) and into the swimming pool on the other side.
There was a splash, followed by an enormous sucking sound,
followed by a single, long, painful scream.
By the time the Prof, Substitute Lad and myself reached the
fence, we saw a bloated and unhappy Dessica sitting at the
bottom of an empty pool, unable to escape and rapidly absorbing
her own tears.
I won't repeat what Substitute Lad said at that point. It
was no worse than anything I'd said earlier, but it was
unnecessary, and watching her flailing around in what looked
like a great big cement grave, I actually felt sorry for her.
"Do you believe this guy?" Substitute Lad said, elbowing
me in the ribs as we walked back towards Legion of Net.Heroes
headquarters. "He actually feels sorry for her."
"Are you going to keep doing that all afternoon?" I asked.
"I'm not sure," Substitute Lad said. "I honestly can't
tell whether I'm still duplicating Sister State-the-Obvious'
power or if I've just decided I like pointing out things that
are obvious."
"Every television news anchor worth the name had to begin
somewhere," said the Prof, cheerfully clapping Substitute Lad
on the shoulder.
"And besides," I said, as we approached Four-Color Plaza,
"shouldn't we have grilled Dessica before giving her up to the
police? After all that talk about wanting to be the new Waffle
Queen, I'm beginning to wonder if she knew anything about what
happened to the old one."
Easily-Discovered Man and Substitute Lad exchanged
glances.
"You didn't tell him," Substitute Lad said.
"I had planned to do so, in time," the Prof stammered,
"yet circumstances intervened. Given the situation, I am sure
you would agree that it would be better to prepare..."
Substitute Lad turned to me. "After you disappeared
during the crisis, Net.ropolis P.D. identified a suspect in
the Waffle Queen case."
Easily-Discovered Man put a hand on my shoulder. "I am
afraid, Lite, that they have charged your friend Aurora Jones
with murder most foul."
I looked from one masked face to another, too stunned to
speak.
"But... that's impossible," I said.
"I was as surprised as you are," Substitute Lad said.
"First time in recorded history that a law enforcement agency
with dozens of trained investigators managed to solve a violent
crime before a group of masked vigilantes. Needless to say,
this doesn't look good for our reputation."
The three of us stood at the edge of the plaza near the
entrance to Legion headquarters. In the last few weeks, the
revolving doors leading into the lobby had been replaced by
a series of checkpoints and metal detectors. A small staff of
security guards now asked questions and waved mechanical wands
at the long line of people, many of whom had been implanted
with Freedom Chips, who waited to enter the building.
"Look," I said. "I know that Aurora wasn't exactly
thrilled about the way the Waffle Queen outed her to her
school" [way back in Easily-Discovered Man #38 -- Footnote
Girl]. "And I know that she has something of a temper," I
added, remembering the way she'd used her glass-animating
powers to throttle me the last time I'd seen her. "But
murder..."
"Most foul," Easily-Discovered Man added.
"...I just can't believe she'd do anything like that," I
said. "And besides, it doesn't explain what happened to Mrs.
Butterworth. Aurora had no reason to kill her."
"The notion that the two killings were connected was our
conjecture; we have no evidence to support the claim," Easily-
Discovered Man said. "What we know is that the mirrors in Mrs.
Schlubb's -- the Waffle Queen's -- dining room were streaked
with her skin and blood in a pattern that made no sense until
Detective Crumple theorized that the mirrors themselves had
come to life in order to attack her."
"And we know how much Mrs. Butterworth cared about the
Waffle Queen," Substitute Lad said. "If Butterworth saw what
happened and went after Aurora, it would have been easy for
someone with the Screen Saver's powers to kill her by forcing
all of the syrup out of her body.
"Believe me," Substitute Lad added, his face unreadable
beneath the hard molded plastic of his mask. "I've spent a lot
of time studying how everyone's powers work."
"I need to get out of here," I said, stepping out of the
security line. "I need to talk to Aurora. Where are they
holding her?"
"The police lost track of her during all that craziness
with the Evilverse," Substitute Lad said. "Of course, if you
have any ideas about where she might have gone, I'm sure the
police would love to hear about it."
"Easily-Discovered Man Lite has enough to worry about at
the moment without sticking his nose into police business,
said a short, red-faced and thoroughly self-satisfied young
man in a blue business suit with an "LNH" pin at the lapel.
"Adamant-Authority-On-Everything?" I said, surprised to
see the most annoying member of the Legion of Net.Heroes
entering the plaza behind a phalanx of security guards. "Look,
as much as I'd like to stick around and give you a hard time
-- and believe me, I'd really love to give you a hard time..."
"I am well aware of that," Adamant-Authority-On-Everything
snapped. "In fact, it's because you spent the entire Infinite
Leadership Crisis preventing me from exercising my duties..."
"You mean your plan to start a war with Ve.net.zuela?"
"...that I'm having you brought before a disciplinary
tribunal," Adamant-Authority-On-Everything finished, sounding
supremely pleased with himself. "I've never found you funny,
Lite, but I'm going to relish having the last laugh."
"Now see here!" the Prof thundered, his glowing cowl still
visible as the gray-uniformed security guards closed ranks on
either side of me. "This is utterly outrageous... entirely
unorthodox..."
"We are living in unorthodox times, Easily-Discovered
Man," Adamant-Authority-On-Everything said, his voice sounding
freshly-oiled. "And yet we are all still responsible for our
actions."
I had plenty of time to think about my actions as Adamant
Authority-On-Everything's personal goon squad marched me
through the security doors, past the repairs going on in the
main lobby and the Peril Room and toward the great oak doors
that led to the Central Command Center.
For a heavily-armed, super-powered army led by a homicidal
assassin, the Legion of Net.Heroes had been a laid-back,
friendly (if slightly chaotic) organization for most of the time
I'd been hanging around its hallways. Even during the heady
days of the leadership crisis, with Ultimate Ninja missing, the
other leaders disappearing and everyone more than a little on
edge, the LNH had still seemed like the kind of place where a
few harmless pranks, like the ones I'd played on Adamant-
Authority-On-Everything, would be tolerated, if not necessarily
appreciated.
But things had changed during the time I'd been away. The
kiwis, finches and other strange animals I used to see
wandering the corridors had been replaced by stern young men
wearing shoulder holsters and women with clipboards and mirrored
sunglasses. And while the Legion was still full of people whose
super-power was making cheesecake or pulling paper out of a hat
or whatever horrible thing it was that Pants-Rabbit Lad did (in
fact, there seemed to be more of those people around now than
ever before), everybody seemed to be taking themselves very,
very seriously these days.
Still, the LNH was still the LNH. Much as he hated me,
Adamant-Authority-On-Everything would want to try me by the
book, particularly as he'd written the Legion's book of
regulations. Given the number of questionable activities I'd
pursued over the years, I'd more or less memorized the Legion's
rulebook, and I knew that Adamant's word alone wouldn't be
enough to convict me. Another Legionnaire would have to take
the stand as a witness against me -- and since the only other
member of the team who'd seen me send Adamant on one wild goose
chase after another was my best friend, Frat Boy, I figured the
worst that would happen is that I'd lose half an hour before I
had a chance to search for Aurora Jones.
Shows what I know.
"And so," Fearless Leader said, "you can confirm that you
saw Easily-Discovered Man Lite acting in a manner that
prevented Adamant-Authority-On-Everything from exercising his
appointed duties as deputy leader of the Legion of Net.Heroes?"
"On several occasions," Frat Boy said, refusing to look at
me from the small podium in front of the desk where Fearless
Leader, Irony Man and Catalyst Lass -- the three Legionnaires
who'd become co-leaders after Ultimate Ninja had stepped down
-- took notes and asked questions. "He thought it would
improve the morale of the Legion if we all had something to
laugh at."
"Don't you mean someone?" Adamant-Authority-On-Everything
said, leaping to his feet from his seat at the other side of
the command center. "You think it was funny to laugh at
someone just because Mother Time turned them into a baby?"
"No one thinks it was funny that Mother Time turned you
into a baby," Fearless Leader said, looking as though he wished
he were anywhere else.
"Actually," Catalyst Lass said, "I thought it was
hilarious."
"Whether or not it was hilarious..." Fearless Leader
began.
"Or even adorable," Catalyst Lass added. "Those dimples."
"...is irrelevant," Fearless Leader said. "The fact is
that the accused acted in a manner unbecoming of a member of
the Legion of Net.Heroes. In time of crisis, the Legion
expects each and every one of its members to step up. Easily-
Discovered Man Lite did not. I'm disappointed in you, son."
"Easily-Discovered Man Lite," Irony Man said, the metallic
drone of his voice making him sound halfway between a church
organ and the computer from 'WarGames,' "you are hereby relieved
of your status as a member of the Legion of Net.Heroes. You
will relinquish your transmatter homing device, your room key,
your copy of the LNH Board Game, LNH commemorative quarter,
Gamer Boy bobblehead, LNH coffee mug and set of LNH: The
Gathering cards immediately."
"Not the coffee mug!" I gasped.
"How does he even have a room key?" Adamant Authority-On
Everything asked, as I began handing my Legion swag over to
PR Kid, who was acting as sergeant-at-arms. "Only members in
good standing are supposed to have those. As far as I know,
neither he nor Easily-Discovered Man ever survived the
initiation battle in the Peril Room against Ultimate Ninja."
"And why does this look suspiciously like the key to my
room?" Catalyst Lass asked, twirling the key ring around her
finger while I blushed.
"This disciplinary hearing is now adjourned," Fearless
Leader said, banging the gavel on his desk. One by one, the
various members of the leadership team left the control center
-- Catalyst Lass winking at me as she went -- until only Frat
Boy and I remained standing in the middle of the room.
"That was quite a show," I said, taking a seat on one of
the empty desks. "What do you say you and I get out of here
and rustle up a bunch of wolves so you can throw me to them?
Oh, wait. I forgot. You already did."
"Shut up," Frat Boy said.
"This is all because I made you look bad?" I asked.
"Because I voted with Easily-Discovered Man over you during the
crisis? [in LNH Comics Presents #53 -- Footnote Girl]. That one
decision is worth more to you than all the years we've been
friends?"
"Lite," Frat Boy said, "have you paid the slightest bit of
attention to anything that's been going on since the leadership
crisis ended?"
"Of course not," I said. "My mother gave me three pieces
of advice when I started hanging out with super-heroes: never
wear a red shirt, be careful what you say on the Warren Ellis
forums and stay as far away from any massive, company-wide
crossovers as you can."
"Do you have any idea who Mynabird is?"
"Either that really hot super-hero who wears fishnets and
heels into battle and has a thing for archers, or a Japanese
pop star?"
"Mynabird," Frat Boy said, "is the criminal mastermind who
led the attack on Legion headquarters during the last day of the
crisis. Who's spent every day since then creating the largest
army of super-villains that the world has ever seen. And who,
for reasons nobody seems to be able to figure out, is absolutely
obsessed with killing you. Did you not see the YouTube video
where he spends ten minutes tearing apart your robot duplicate?"
"Oh," I said. "That Mynabird."
"I got you kicked out of the Legion because right now I
think you're better off being Hector Lopez for a while," Frat
Boy said. "Let Easily-Discovered Man Lite disappear. Stay as
far away from the LNH or anything to do with super-heroes as
you can. You were away from home and from school for almost
500 days, right? You must have a lot of catching up to do."
"What about Easily-Discovered Man?" I asked.
"He's got Substitute Lad, one of the two or three most
powerful guys on the planet, backing him up," Frat Boy said.
"And he's got Cynical Lass. And all of us. Don't worry, Li...
Hector. We're not going to let the Professor down."
"Thanks," I said, shaking his hand. I walked halfway
across the command center, then stopped. Frat Boy was still
standing in the middle of the room.
"This whole thing that's got everybody all worked up right
now," I said. "With Mynabird, and Ultimate Ninja being crazier
than usual, and the President handing out super-powers like
Halloween candy. You think this is really the big one? The end
of... stuff?"
Frat Boy smiled. "You're talking to a guy who's been in
college for the last 15 years, Lopez," he said. "I don't
believe in endings. Just a new and different Hell Week every
year."
"That's what I thought," I said. "Just needed to make
sure."
"Take care of yourself, Hector," Frat Boy said.
"See you in the funny papers," I said.
I found Cynical Lass in her room, loading some of her
things into a duffel bag. She was wearing an outfit I'd never
seen her wear, a tight-fitting black uniform with a little
silver "LNH" on the right side of her chest. I found myself
struggling with what to say to her, which felt odd; except for
the time I'd left her entire collection of P.G. Wodehouse novels
on the subway, I'd never been nervous around Cynical Lass
before.
Fortunately, she always found a way to break the ice.
"What the hell do you want, Lite?"
"It's nice to see you too," I said. "Are you going with
the Goth look these days, or did someone leave an alien
symbiote in the dryer again?"
Cynical Lass gave me a look I could have bottled and used
to repel muggers. "Ultimate Ninja asked me to be part of the
task force that's going to the Ultimate Black Hole."
"Detroit?"
"The other Ultimate Black Hole," she said. "The one at
the center of the universe where the most evil things in allof
creation are being kept. The one Mynabird plans to break
into. I'm surprised Ultimate Ninja didn't ask you to come."
"Yeah, well, there's that whole getting thrown out of the
LNH thing," I said.
Cynical Lass looked up from her packing. "Seriously?
That's really awful, Lite. And Footnote Girl owes me twenty
bucks."
[I so do not! -- Footnote Girl].
"Look, Joy, that's not what I wanted to talk with you
about."
Cynical Lass stuffed a jogging suit and a pair of
paperbacks into her duffel bag. "Sure," she said. "Only I
don't get paid 'til Friday, so whatever it is you're planning
to cheat me out of, be aware that..."
"Will you go to the prom with me?"
One of the two paperbacks clattered to the floor.
"You're just full of surprises today, aren't you?" she
said, crossing her arms and looking at me.
"Look," I said. "We've known each other for a long time.
We've been friends for a long time. Other than my brother and
maybe Frat Boy, you probably know me better than anybody in the
world. I've always had a lot of respect for you as a super-
hero. I don't think I've ever told you that."
"Hang on," Cynical Lass said. "Are you asking me to be
your prom date because you think I'm a good super-hero? Or is
this because your girlfriend broke up with you and the other
girl you liked turned out to be wanted for murder?"
"Most foul," echoed Easily-Discovered Man's voice from
somewhere down the hall.
"I'm asking you because you look damn good in a dress, and
I've always thought so, and I should have told you a long time
ago," I said. "And because if I had to spend the entire night
talking to someone, I'd rather it be you than anyone else I
know. And because sooner or later I'm going to go off to
college, and I'll be telling the people I meet there about this
beautiful, brilliant, funny, slightly insane girl from England
that I never had the courage to ask on a date, and not a single
person there will believe that she actually existed, and they'll
all think I'm pathetic, or nuts, or both. And I really don't
want to be that guy."
"I was waiting for the punchline," Cynical Lass said.
"With you, there's always a punchline. But this time... you're
really serious, aren't you?"
"Yeah," I said. "I am."
Cynical Lass shook her head. "So why is it that you
finally get the balls to ask me out on the night before I'm
about to blast off into space?"
"You're... going into outer space... tomorrow morning?"
"I know how that sounds," Cynical Lass said. "But I
usually come up with more believable excuses when I don't want
to go out with someone."
"You could not go," I said.
"You must have paid a lot for those prom tickets," Cynical
Lass said. "Besides, didn't you just say something about how
you admired my work as a super-hero?"
"In that case," I said. "Assuming that this Mynabird
person doesn't annihilate my family..."
"And that I survive several weeks in an untested,
experimental spacecraft on a trip to an alien penal colony,"
Cynical Lass continued.
"And that somehow I work through all of this mess with the
LNH, solve the Waffle Queen's murder and prove Aurora's
innocence..."
"I really never liked that girl," Cynical Lass said. "But
assuming you do all that, and that I manage to save the
universe... then I think we should talk."
"I'd like that," I said.
Half an hour later, I was walking out of LNH headquarters
for what I was pretty sure would be the last time when I spotted
a familiar glow several hundred feet down one of the building's
seemingly infinite corridors.
"Prof!" I said. "Hang on for a minute."
"Lite!" said Easily-Discovered Man, waiting for me to catch
up. "How good it is to see you! Did you know that both
Cynical Lass and Substitute Lad will be traveling with our
august former leader to the farthest reaches of the cosmos
tomorrow morning? Is that, or is that not extraordinary?"
"Both of them? Wow," I said. "Prof, listen... I've been
thrown out of the LNH. They won't let me be Easily-Discovered
Man Lite any more."
Easily-Discovered Man stared at me for a moment, then
embraced me as though I were his long-lost son.
"Fortunate fellow! How marvelous! Truly the entire
pantheon of gods has smiled upon you this day! How I envy
you!"
"Envy me?" I said. "Did you miss the part where I said
that I..."
"How I have often longed to be the kind of renegade...
rogue... underground hero that you shall become!" the Prof
began, and I shook my head, resigning myself to another of his
rants. "To take on another identity... perhaps 'The
Misanthrope,' or 'Dark Lite,' although that one doesn't really
make sense..."
"Certainly not in the way that 'Easily-Discovered Man
Lite' does," I said.
"Ah, to walk the path that you shall walk!" the Prof
continued, his eyes brimming with undisguised envy.
"Disillusioned by your time here in the coastal metropolis,
you shall journey into the great heartland of Ame.rec.a in
search of meaning, immersing yourself in the gritty underbelly
of our mighty nation, walking down those mean streets beaten,
battered, but never broken, aided by new friends and a new
mentor... perhaps a blind martial arts master, or an aged
Englishman seeking to make amends with a lifetime as an
assassin..."
"You're expecting me to find these guys in the heartland
of Ame.rec.a?" I asked. "Clearly you and I see the flyover
states very differently."
"Months... years pass," Easily-Discovered Man said. "And
then, at the moment of greatest need, when all mine enemies
have me at their mercy, when all hope seems forever lost... who
should appear but you, casting aside your dark disguise and
returning to claim your rightful place by my side?"
"Waitaminute," I said. "I go through all that, and all
that happens is that I end up exactly where I started in the
first place?"
"All of the best stories end that way," Easily-Discovered
Man said, as we crossed the threshold of Legion headquarters.
"But come, my errant prodigal, for before your exile may begin,
I have one last task I must ask you to perform."
"I was thinking about checking with Luke and Emily Jones,"
I said. "Maybe they know where Aurora's gone to. Or maybe
seeing if Londonbroil knows anything about this Mynabird who's
trying to kill me."
"All of that can wait," Easily-Discovered Man said. "Do
you recall, Lite, how some time ago I told you that all was not
as it should be within the once-tranquil household of Easily-
Discovered Man?"
"You mean how Mrs. Prof threw you out?"
"Sadly, yes," Easily-Discovered Man said. "For many weeks
did I labor beneath the window of the home we once shared with
lute and accordion, nay even with boom box upon my shoulders...
but to no avail. Now, however, my absence from this plane
during the recent crisis has caused her to reconsider, and she
has requested that I frequent the annals of our former domicile
this very evening."
"And you're afraid this is part of a trap laid for you by
some super-villain, and you want me to go ahead and check it
out?" I asked.
"Not at all, my brash young master-at-arms," the Prof
said. "I am convinced she is serious. What I require is...
your moral support."
I reached up and put my hand on the Prof's glowing
shoulder.
"And you'll always have it, Prof," I said. "No matter
what."
"Thank you," Easily-Discovered Man whispered.
We walked along for several minutes, neither of us saying
anything, until we reached the Prof's neighborhood. I had a
lot on my mind -- Cynical Lass heading into space, Aurora on
the run from the law, the question of whether sidekicks were
eligible for unemployment -- and so I didn't notice how quiet
everything was, or how dark, until the Prof walked through the
front door of his former home and switched on the light.
I only recognized a handful of the people in the room.
Substitute Lad was there, as was the Prof's wife, Irene, and
his daughter, Jennifer. I assumed that most of the rest were
either friends, relatives, or colleagues of Professor Wong.
What truly shocked me, however, was the woman standing near
the center of the room.
"Don't I know you?" I asked. "Aren't you Revamp Lass of
the Brotherhood of Evil Net.Villains?"
"Was," she corrected. "These days I'm a consultant."
"What... what is the meaning of all of this?" Easily-
Discovered Man asked, looking about him in confusion.
"Oh Theo, isn't it obvious?" his wife said. "After all
this time? It's an intervention."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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NEXT ISSUE: Forced to face the consequences of the life he
had led, Professor Theodore Wong makes a fateful decision --
and Lite adjusts to his new life as a fugitive -- in the wake
of "The Intervention."
CHARACTERS: Easily-Discovered Man, Easily-Discovered Man
Lite, Cynical Lass, Substitute Lad, Aurora Jones, Dessica, Mrs.
Butterworth, the Waffle Queen and Mother Time are (c) the
author. Suddenly-Exploding Boy and PR Kid are (c) Jamas
Enright. Footnote Girl is (c) Saxon Brenton. Sister State-The-
Obvious is (c) Martin Phipps. Hex Luthor is (c) Chris Hare and
Saxon Brenton. Cookie Crumple and Pants Rabbit Lad are (c) Tom
Russell, Jr. Adamant-Authority-On-Everyting and Ultimate Ninja
are (c) wReam. Frat Boy and Gamer Boy are (c) John "upLink"
Scheibeler. Irony Man is (c) Doug Moran. Fearless Leader is
(c) Dave van Domelen. Catalyst Lass is (c) Elisabeth Riba.
Mynabird is (c) Arthur Spitzer and the author. Luke and Emily
Jones are (c) Ben Rawluk. ReVamp Lass II is (c) Jeff McCoskey.
SPECIAL THANKS: to those who voted "The Adventures of
Easily-Discovered Man" their favorite series in the 2007 RACCie
Awards. Yes, it's been that long since the last issue.
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"Now if you're looking for a hero
Someone to save the day
Well, darlin', my feet
They're made of clay
But I've got somethin' in my soul
And I wanna give it up
But gettin' up the nerve
Gettin' up the nerve
Gettin' up the nerve is a man's, man's job"
--Bruce Springsteen
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