Luke Cage
Iron Fist
Power Man
Gunhawk
Omega Sentinel
Gravity
Thunderstrike
The Warden
Dragon Fist
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"The New Class - Part Four"The Quadrangle
Avengers NEXT Program Training Facility “So…now what do we do?” Everyone turned to look at Gravity. The teenager, whose power had the potential to rival most of the Avengers’ roster, past and present included, had a worried expression on his face. Karima, a.k.a. Omega Sentinel, traded glances with several of the others in the room, and when an obvious answer didn’t present itself, went back to tending to the battered Luke Cage. “We call the Avengers,” Gunhawk said. The fingers on his right hand danced over one of pistol grips. “This is getting too series for us to handle alone.” “I don’t know,” Thunderstrike said. He gripped his mallet tightly, as if afraid it would get away from him. “I mean, who do we trust? There’s an imposter Luke running around and he’s no joke. Look at what he did to the real Luke.” Karima had wiped away most of the blood from Luke’s bruised face, which was shocking just by itself, because none of them thought that Luke Cage, the legendary hero of Harlem, could even be bruised. He looked tired and unable to focus. When they had found him tied up with titanium bands in the basement of their training center,* they realized the real gravity of their situation. * [Last ish.] The whirring of the facility’s servers and other maintenance machinery around them filled the void for a few heartbeats as they all glanced at each other. “But we can’t do nothing,” Gravity said. “God only knows what that other Cage did with Jigsaw. Or what he’s doing now. Or what he’s going to do when he gets back.” “But how do we know there aren’t more evil twins?” Thunderstrike countered. “We could call the Avengers for help, and oh, hi, look who answered the phone: ANOTHER EVIL TWIN.” “We don’t know this is a conspiracy,” Gunhawk said. “But we do know that we need help. I say we chance it.” “We need Iron Fist,” Gravity said. “He’s in another dimension,” Thunderstrike responded. “Again.” “Luke, can you hear me?” Omega Sentinel asked cautiously. In reply, Luke grunted. His eyes opened and he tried to sit up, but Karima placed a gentle hand on his chest. He blinked a few times and cracked his neck. “Yeah,” he finally said. His words were thick and heavy on his lips. “M’here. Give me a second.” “I think we need to get him to a hospital,” Karima said, looking back at the rest. “His pulse is weak. I don’t have anything to even really clean out all of these cuts.” Then she said under her breath as she looked back at Cage, “How do you even cut steel-hard skin?” “No hospitals,” Victor Alvarez, a.k.a. the recently christened Power Man, said. He had remained silent for several minutes, both due to the shock of seeing his father in this condition, and because he was scared. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was terrified of what the entire scene implied. Vic flexed his fingers several times and continued. “No Avengers. No one else. It’s us, and that’s it. Danny’s gone. We don’t know who we can trust. We just know that there’s someone out there that did this to Luke. We’re in the best position to stop him. If we waste time looking for help that we don’t know we’ll find, this other Luke will either bolt of slam the hammer down on us to shut us up. We need to move while he still thinks we trust him.” Luke mumbled something and Karima leaned in closer. “What did you say?” she asked. The original hired hero sat up, blinked his eyes several more times, and then with obvious effort, stood up. He swayed for a second, but he locked eyes with Power Man and his footing became solid. “I said,” Luke Cage answered, “that’s my boy. Let’s go get this asshole before he can do anymore damage.” K’un Lun The mirrorverse “Why would I help you murder my mentor?” Iron Fist asked. “Because he’s not your mentor,” Dragon Fist replied. “He was mine. This isn’t your dimension. This isn’t your K’un Lun. With many of the players removed from my world and taken to yours by the Great American, I’m virtually unopposed here. Except for Lei Kung.” Danny struggled against his bonds. They were too tight for him to simple break, and the tree he was tied to was too firmly rooted. From the mountainside, he could see the distinct walls of the mystic city that he had been raised in. He recognized familiar hillside paths that he had explored as a child. Even the air smelled the same here. Only here wasn’t here. If he understood, here was now there. He had been abducted, taken to the home realm of this mirror imitation of himself.* * [You’re caught up on past issues, right?] “The Great American?” Iron Fist asked. Dragon Fist waved his hand and took a few steps behind Iron Fist, circling him casually as he spoke. “I think you call him Admiral America or something on your world. I’ve worked for him on occasional, even allowing him use of my Dangerous Dojo once. But he’s left my world, gone to yours, and recruited many of the worst individuals to accompany him.* In short, there’s a power vacuum here now. But the Thunderer will undoubtedly move on me, too, knowing these same facts. And since he would have the strength of K’un Lun behind him, I need to strike first.” * [An extremely reduced version of what’s happening in C.O.D.E. Confidential!] “I won’t do it.” Dragon Fist tsked as he circled back in front of Iron Fist again. He leaned forward with his hands clasped behind his back, closer to Danny. “What if I described the horrible acts that this Lei Kung has performed? The Thunderer of this world is a tyrannical mastermind. He has subjugated the local villages, only to liberate them so that he can conquer them all over again. I have watched firsthand as he ruthlessly cut down scores of men and forced their children to watch. I even saw him capture and kill several of this world’s heroes merely for sport.” “I won’t kill in cold blood,” Iron Fist spat back at him. “You’re wasting your breath.” “Yes, I thought you would say something like that,” Dragon Fist replied, standing up straight again. “It’s the opposite of what I would do anyway. We are so much the same, and yet so different.” “So, if you know this is fruitless, why bother at all?” “Oh, I can still coerce you.” Dragon Fist snapped his fingers, and from the shadows several figures melted into view. Garbed in black with green sashes draped across one shoulder, four warriors simply blinked into existence before them. Two of them stepped forward and bowed before Dragon Fist, while the other two remained standing. “Denizens of my Dangerous Dojo,” Dragon Fist said. “Loyal to a fault. They would die for he who commands the Dojo.” With a nod from their master, the two standing ninja reached back into the shadows and pulled a bound woman out between them, holding her tightly by each arm. She had been beaten and bruised, and blood dribbled down her cheeks. One eye was swollen shut. A chunk of her black hair was missing. Iron Fist gasped and struggled more fiercely, but to no avail. “Misty!” he shouted. The woman cringed as Dragon Fist approached. “Misty Knight,” he said. “You would do anything for her, correct? Your exploits are well documented on your world. I’ll make this simple for you: help me kill the Thunderer, or I’ll make you watch as I remove Misty’s beating heart.” Iron Fist ground his teeth, trying to redouble his efforts in pulling free of his bindings, but his strength was ebbing. Dragon Fist grabbed Misty by the jaw. She squealed as he squeezed, and something inside Danny broke. “Make your decision, Iron Fist.” Danny’s chi flared, roaring to life, feeding off of his own life energy. The sudden burst of adrenaline rocketed through his bloodstream, fueling his determination. His right hand became engulfed in flame, tearing through his bonds just enough to finally give him the slack he’d been craving. He lunged forward and the fight was on. He took down the kneeling ninjas first, striking the first with a quick palm strike to the chin, and the second with a powerhouse knee to the throat. Dragon Fist reacted instantly, shoving Misty Knight back as he engaged Iron Fist, spinning into his range with a back-heel kick, smiling all the while. “Yes!” Dragon Fist roared. “FIGHT ME! POWER UP YOUR CHI!” Iron Fist blocked the first kick, but was caught off guard by the second. Dragon Fist’s movement were so fast that Danny barely had time to even register that he was being hit. The kick to his midsection took his breath away, and two jabs to his torso pushed him back. Still weakened from their earlier fight, and his muscles being sore from the restraints, Iron Fist fell back quickly into a defensive posture. Dragon Fist looked maddened, even infuriated, pressing forward with left and right strikes that would pulverize cinderblock. Iron Fist parried the moves as best he could, but one or two broke through his defenses, numbing his right shoulder and his leg thigh. Dragon Fist gripped Iron Fist by both wrists, hauling him off of his feet. The energy spilling off of their twin emblazoned hands, smoldering with the power of their chi, clashed. Their energies mixed and Iron Fist felt an entirely new sensation at the core of his spirit. “Yes,” Dragon Fist hissed. “I needed your chi to tap into your very life essence. You’ve dug deep to empower your technique! It’s strong enough to overcome the conflicting energies between our worlds. Here, my chi is strengthened by vengeance. Your chi is bolstered by righteousness.” Iron Fist felt his chi being ripped away from him, siphoned off through Dragon Fist’s grip. His vision was growing blurry. “You’re a fool!” Dragon Fist spat, and behind him Iron Fist could see Misty coming closer, smirking. “I knew I could never convince you to join me. Why would I ever place trust in you? No, all I really need is your chi…added to mind!” Misty wrapped an arm around Dragon Fist’s waist, coming close enough now for Iron Fist to see that she was relishing their conflict. “You just needed the right motivation to make it flair,” she said. “You’re…not…my Misty,” Iron Fist managed to mutter. Dragon Fist laughed. “Of course not!” he said. “But she’s right. You just needed that little extra nudge to get your chi up to the next level. Now you’re strong enough for me to extract your very life force, leaving you an empty shell. With your power added to mine, Lei Kung will fall easily, as will the rest of this vacant world!” Iron Fist felt himself weakening by the moment. He had played right into his doppleganger’s hands. But hadn’t Lei Kung, his Lei Kung, taught him that righteous actions would always triumph over a lust for vengeance? It had been a fundamental lesson that he had learned early on. The Thunderer of this world must have taught Dragon Fist the opposite. So, which was correct? Which philosophy would prove stronger than the other? Could he push back and break his opponent? But that’s when Iron Fist realized that it wasn’t about strength, as Dragon Fist was likely taught. It was about control. It was about not just attempting to do the right thing, but believing that it was your only course of action. There was no alternative. He would defeat Dragon Fist, because it had now become an absolute. The color of their mixed chi began to change, burning to a fiery orange, and then a nearly blinding red. Misty stepped back shielding her eyes. “What’s happening?” she asked. “You said you had this! I let you beat me to get him in the right frame of mind, and now you can’t even bring him down?” “Shut up!” Dragon Fist roared, but sweat was beading on his forehead. He was struggling where he once had complete confidence. He had set Iron Fist back on his feet without realizing it. Iron Fist straightened up, his feet now firmly planted again. He focused on his meditative training, focusing his mind. With their chi intertwined, he felt as if his very ideology was being attacked. This was now less of a physical conflict and more of a philosophical collision. He had never felt mental discord like this before. It was like his own mind was at war with itself, but the side that was prevailing was not doing so through brute tenacity, but rather honor. He knew that Dragon Fist had not been as prepared as he thought he was. He wrongly assumed that melding their chi together would enable him to simply overpower Iron Fist. But this was not a brawl; it was a debate, and Iron Fist was winning. “No!” Dragon Fist roared. Their merged chi turned a brilliant, cobalt blue, and began traveling down Iron Fist’s arm and into his chest. Dragon Fist’s body began to cave in on itself, his cheeks sinking in, his eyes shriveling, and his muscles wasting away. When their connection finally broke, Dragon Fist was no more than a husk with a barely beating heart. Iron Fist’s eyes flashed blue and he wasn’t sure if he could contain the new power at first, but as he again focused and concentrated, remembering his teachings of control and balance, the power bent to his will. The new life force became one with his own, succumbing not to a new master, but rather becoming a new part of him. “Daniel!” Misty shouted and she rushed to the smoking and dilapidated body of Dragon Fist, cradling him. “What did you do to him? Daniel! C’mon, baby. C’mon!” “He’s gone,” Iron Fist stated calmly. “I’m sorry. He didn’t understand what he was trying to do, and it cost him. His deliberate thirst for conquering—” “Shut up!” Misty screamed, and she sprang up, drawing a knife from her hip and seeking to drive it straight into Iron Fist’s chest. “Kill you!” But a black-clad arm quickly wrapped itself around Misty’s elbow, yanking her back. Another arm seemingly snaked out of nowhere, striking her abdomen and dropping her to her knees. Iron Fist blinked and stepped back, surprised by sudden appearance and actions of these bodyguards, failing to understand what was happening. The same ninja that Dragon Fist had summoned were now holding the seething Misty at bay, staring at him, apparently awaiting his orders. Dragon Fist had said, “Denizens of my Dangerous Dojo. Loyal to a fault. They would die for he who commands the Dojo.” Iron Fist looked at his hand, feeling the new life force that new flowed through his veins. “Take her away,” Iron Fist said, and the ninja obeyed. One moment they were holding this other Misty Knight and keeping her from ripping his throat out, and the next, they had melted back into the shadows, taking her with him. “My god…” Iron Fist muttered. He had taken Dragon Fist’s power, and apparently with it came his control over this Dangerous Dojo and the ninja as well. Undoubtedly, under Dragon Fist’s leadership they were likely a deadly force bred for evil. But he couldn’t think about that now. He had to get back to his world. And with Dragon Fist’s chi came his other disciplines, giving Iron Fist the knowledge he needed to get home. If there still was a home to return to. He just had to focus… The Quadrangle As soon as the Warden stepped back into the Avengers NEXT training facility, he wanted to leave. He had been put in a corner too often to not recognize the feel of the situation. It was something in the air. There was a tension, invisible, but distinct. He knew that those brats were here something, but unlike how they usually were, the facility was totally silent. The question was: what were they doing? Were they whispering amongst themselves, plotting against him, or were they just in-fighting? Teenagers were finicky at best, and he had already targeted the Thor Junior kid to go along with his future plans. He seemed the most malleable, next to Gravity, but Gravity’s optimism probably meant he couldn’t be persuaded to be one of his lieutenants. He figured that Karima would give him the biggest fight. Gunhawk seemed like the most difficult one in their group to turn, but take away his guns, and what was he? Nothing. But Karima had real power and she was stubborn, too. This would be easier if Dragon Fist hadn’t bolted. He was too obsessed with their old world. Who cared about that heap now, when they had this place that was unsuspecting and ripe for the taking? But he couldn’t get distracted. Years running his prison of mercenaries back home taught him to keep his eye on the prize, which meant take things one step at a time. With the police satisfied about his arrest of Jigsaw, and what was in their terms a “fairly brutal takedown,” he had taken a few hours to get the gangster’s crew in line. Jigsaw only had a few junks of territory secured, and in his notes he was clearly obsessed with some nutcase vigilante, but the foundations were already in place. His top men had taken a little persuading, but it hadn’t taken long for them to understand who the new boss in town was. Next, he would get these kids in line, and once they were taken care of, he would no longer have a need for the other Luke Cage. Then, the city was his. “Hey, pop,” Vic said as he rounded a corner, approaching the facility’s kitchenette. He walked casually, but he wasn’t fooling the Warden. The Warden’s eyes narrowed, but as he watched the new Power Man dive into the fridge as only a teenager can, he decided to play along. “Sup,” he replied. “Where’s everyone?” “Mmph,” Power Man answered as he came back out of the fridge with a turkey leg in his mouth and three other containers of food in his arms. He kicked the fridge door shut, dropped the containers on the counter, and finished chewing his bite before saying, “Sorry. They went out. Karima’s birthday is tomorrow, so they went to grab a cake or something. Where you been?” “Giving a statement to the police about Jigsaw.” The Warden cautiously stepped into the kitchenette, trying to look nonchalant as he glanced around the corner and down the corridor. “They don’t like how we handled it.” “Yeah, I heard about that. They got a problem with a known murderer getting a few bruises?” “Something like that.” The Warden scratched his nose, considering his options. Then he said, “What did the others say about it?” Power Man let out a little chuckle. “You know Greg. He was all like, ‘I’m not cut out for this.’ He’s always so self-depreciating, but if I were him, with his power levels I would have trashed that guy quick and not let him get the upper hand.” “Get the first punch in,” the Warden added. Vic nodded enthusiastically between bites. “You know it. I don’t think Gunhawk was all about the takedown, either, but he’s still green.” “So are you.” “Yeah, but it’s in my genes! Look, all I’m saying is, if I had been there, you and me would have cleaned that place up so fast Jigsaw wouldn’t even know what was happening.” The Warden sat silently with the teen, considering the conversation. If he could get Victor on his side, the rest would follow, at least for a little while. It might not take them long to figure out the ruse, but they would definitely follow Victor in the short term until he could figure out how to handle the rest of them. He wondered if he had a son like Vic back on his world, but dismissed the thought. That world was dead to him. Here was all that mattered now. “Want to hit the training room?” Power Man asked. “Get a work out in before the others get back?” The Warden pulled back out of his thoughts quickly, seeing that Vic was staring at him, waiting for an answer. After a pause, he said, “Yeah, sure. I could use a quick stretch after sitting still at that precinct for so long.” Vic smiled, gobbled down the last of the food he had extracted from the fridge, and led the Warden down the corridor to the training room. The massive area that the students used to train to become the next group of Avengers could barely be called a room. It took up nearly three-fourths of the entire facility, comprised of moving sections of concrete and durasteel that could form any number of obstacles for them. Here they worked on teamwork, physical endurance, and field strategies. Vic keyed in a passcode and the doors slid open, revealing that several tiers reaching from floor to ceiling throughout the gigantic room had been raised up haphazardly. It looks like an uneven series of monoliths had been resurrected and scattered throughout the space. “You already had the place configured?” the Warden asked. “Uh, yeah,” Power Man replied. “I was headed here after lunch. I haven’t tried this scenario yet.” “Okay. And what’s the goal?” “Hide and seek!” Power Man shouted over his shoulder as he powered up and took off running behind one of the pillars. The Warden huffed. This was not his idea of a work out. Maybe the kid was still too childish to join him. If he thought something like this was going to put him through his paces, then he-- WHAM! Something akin to a miniature freight train had slammed into his stomach and he fell over, gasping for breath. He had been caught off guard, and when he looked up from where he now knelt on the floor, he saw what it was: Thunderstrike’s golden mallet. He watched it whiz back to its owner’s outstretched hand, slapping into his palm like it belonged there and nowhere else. The blonde youth looked ready for a fight, his muscles tense and his eyes sharp. “So, it’s like that, huh?” the Warden muttered. “Aight. Bring it on!” The Warden leapt up, using his enhanced strength to propel himself between the tiers directly at Thunderstrike. The kid may be strong, but he was inexperienced, so the Warden knew he could take him down quick. He would have no endurance to speak of and that sucker punch was all he was going to get. BOOM! The Warden felt something explode against his side and he was thrust into one of the columns, smashing through it. Bits of concrete rained down on him and as he picked himself up he saw smoke clear away between where he had been and where Karima, Omega Sentinel, was standing. Twin targeting lasers coming from her forearm-mounted cannons were tracking over his chest. He didn’t know what she had hit him with, but it had stung. A lot. “Little bi—ahh!” he had started to say, before some unseen force had lifted him straight up into the air, catapulting him toward the ceiling. He slammed against it, cratering the smooth surface, and was held in place there. The white and blue uniform of Gravity came into his peripheral vision as he strained to turn his neck. The pressure against his back was enormous and he felt like he was being pressed upside down into a junk crusher. “Watch the language, mister!” Gravity said as he hovered beside him. “We’re impressionable young people, don’t you know.” “Stupid ones, too,” the Warden shot back. He put most of his strength into just moving his one arm, managing to grab Gravity’s neck. The field of pressure against him went slack and they both dropped to the floor, with Gravity under the Warden. The Warden stepped off of the pulverized Gravity, who was knocked out, but breathing. “With powers like yours,” the Warden said, “Why would you get so close to your opponent?” PLING! PLANG! Two bullets fell harmless off of the Warden’s forehead. He was fine, but annoyed when he spied Gunhawk, the modern cowboy, pulling the hammers on his twin revolvers back again without any sign of wavering aim. If the Warden didn’t have diamond-hard skin he would have been dead to rights. “You serious?” “As a heart attack,” Gunhawk quipped, and fired two more useless bullets at the Warden, which just plopped down at his feet. “You kids are a joke. What, so you found Cage downstairs? Is that why the sudden turn of events?” He saw the two tracking red dots hit his chest and dove out of the way just as Omega Sentinel fired another volley of firepower. The concrete floor was blackened where he had been standing and he turned around to shake his finger and the young woman. “You should know better than that,” the Warden said as another pair of feeble bullets bounced off of him. He turned back to Gunhawk. “And you are just pathetic. What’s the point of you even being on this team anyway?” “Didn’t you know?” the cowboy said with a smirk, and he holstered his pistols. “I’m the distraction.” The Warden raised an eyebrow in curiosity just as both Thunderstrike and Power Man came out from behind the pillar beside him, each landing a haymaker on opposite sides of his jaw. The combined might of the two titans would have been enough to shatter the infrastructure of a building. The Warden was thrown back through two more pillars before hitting the back wall of the massive space, his body punched into the reinforced barrier. Now woozy, the Warden tried to sit up in the hole his body had created. He saw Omega Sentinel and Gunhawk help Gravity up, with Power Man and Thunderstrike flanking them. The five of them, while young, were apparently up to the task of taking him on. Fine. He would have fun mopping the floor with them. He didn’t need to worry about recruiting them now, which meant their lives were forfeit. He would enjoy painting the walls of this place with their blood. But someone moved between him and them. He looked up, his dazed eyes trying to focus, and what he saw seemed impossible. He saw himself, standing over him, also battered and bruised, but for very different reasons. It was this world’s Luke Cage, the good guy, the wasted talent, the forlorn hero. “Sweet Christmas, you make me sick,” Cage said, and he drove a fist straight down into his doppleganger’s face. Later… “How are you feeling?” Cage asked. Gravity smirked and waved his mentor off. Despite the nearly 70-foot fall, he was relatively fine. His ribs were a little battered, but otherwise he was doing okay. He sat up on the examination table in the Quadrangle’s medical bay and said, “All in a day’s work, right boss?” Cage laughed. “Yeah, I suppose it is. Ain’t that right, Reed?” Reed Richards, the de facto leader of the world-renowned Fantastic Four, barely glanced at Cage. He mumbled something that sounded affirmative as he tapped at the device in his hands, which was scanning the incapacitated other Luke Cage. Realizing that this Warden might be part of something else going on, they called in Reed to assess the situation, choosing not to reach out directly the Avengers just yet. If anything, Reed could be called discreet. “Is he always so…I don’t know, like, mesmerized like that?” Vic asked in a hushed tone. “Pretty much, yeah,” Cage replied. He stepped past Gravity, who was ushered off the table by Thunderstrike. Omega Sentinel and Gunhawk waited patiently with Power Man to see if their friend and fellow Avengers recruit needed their help. Cage approached Reed, glancing over the near perfect identical version of himself being restrained by Reed’s inhibitor vest. “Reed,” Cage said after another long silence, loud enough to jerk the scientist’s attention over to him. “What can you tell us?” “The readings I’m getting match what I’ve been monitoring back in my lab,” Reed finally said after another brief review of the data streaming on his device. “He’s definitely from another dimension. I’ll take him back with me to see what else I can find out. He won’t be any trouble as long as I keep the vest on him. I’ve been linking similar readings like this all over the city. The world, really, but mostly here in New York. You were right to buzz me.” “I appreciate you coming,” Cage said. “I know how busy your family can get.” Reed smiled. “I suppose you do. Better than most. Although Ben still says he wears the uniform better than you ever did.” “Uniforms aren’t really my thing anyway.” Cage turned back to the teens behind them. “Now we just need to find—” Reed’s device started to blare an alarm as the readings began to spike for some reason. He glanced at Cage and typed in a few commands, finally stating, “It’s not him. There’s a cascade of energy forming…forming right here?” And before Cage could respond, a brilliant burst of light engulfed the room, blinding them all. It faded just as quickly, revealing a kneeling Iron Fist in the center of the room, smoke wafting off of his still shimmering body. “Danny?” Luke blurted out as he rushed to his friend’s side. He placed a hand on Iron Fist’s shoulder, but he was hot to the touch and he quickly withdrew his reach. Iron Fist took in a deep breath and stood up, seemingly fine. He looked around the room and said, “Is this a welcome home party?” Cage smiled, but it soon evaporated. He turned to Reed. “This is the real Danny, right?” Reed scanned Iron Fist, considering the data for a moment, and was apparently satisfied. He nodded his head. “He’s laced with residual extra-dimensional energy, but yes, his bio-metrics are what they should be. Well, what we would expect them to be anyway.” “Where have you been, Danny?” Cage asked. “I’d say you wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Iron Fist answered, looking over the prone form of a second Luke Cage, “but I’m guessing you were having some similar problems of your own back here.” “You don’t know the half of it,” Gravity muttered, and he squeezed his side to try and keep it from hurting. “Well, I don’t know how much you figured out already, but we need to talk,” Iron Fist said. “I think this thing, whatever it is, is way larger then we might at first assume.” “You mean there are more of these doubles out there?” Luke asked. “Yeah. Possibly a lot more.” He looked over the incapacitated Luke Cage again, saying, “I think we’re in the middle of some kind of invasion from another dimension.” TO BE CONTINUED IN C.O.D.E. CONFIDENTIAL! AND THEN COME BACK HERE FOR…THE CIRCUS OF CRIME! |