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2007-03-22 13:33:53

Greetings, newcomers. You need only read from our previous meetings to understand what we do here at The Temple. This week you will read the fifth excerpt from FBI files that have fallen into our hands, and then go in search of hidden keys. This week's key to be taken to field agents near you (you do have a local "comics shop", don't you?) will combine with their response to form a phrase.

Some of our Agents-in-Training have advanced in merit enough to assist you as advisors. Heed the lessons they have learned. Every mission here provides insight into the way we at The Atlas Foundation operate, and you can never read these documents too thoroughly.

That said, I think you shall have an easy time this week.

Your Humble Servant,

Mr. Lao







* * * * *











Jimmy Woo wound his watch as he and his team walked back to the cab that awaited them. "Okay everyone. Let's hightail it over to Lady Liberty and catch the Silver Bullet. We can put in some facetime at the Bureau in the morning, see if they've turned up anything."  Suddenly a flash went off from across the street, and everyone but M-11 recoiled at the bright light. The robot shined a light of its own at the tall dark-haired man with the camera, and the beam grew brighter. "Wait M-11, it's just a photographer, turn down your ray." This came from Marvel Boy, whose eyes were used to adjusting fast to sudden changes in light. The man stood in place as the group approached him, realizing that fleeing would be useless anyway. 



"Say, why are you lurking around here snapping our photo?" asked Jimmy Woo.



"Kind of obvious, isn't it? I mean, I don't know who you- people- are, but you look like news to me," answered the burly young man. "I haven't been back in the states for a while, but last I heard it was still a free country."



"You're... Pat, right?" asked Gorilla Man. The man with the camera was stunned. 



"Uh. Yeah. That's right. How do you know-"



"You used to hang around Jann of the Jungle some, I think."



"Yeah, good ol' Jann!" said the man, relieved. "We saw some gorillas together, but never one who talked! I haven't seen her in a while, do you know how she's doing?"



"She seemed fine when I saw her last. She's the reason I'm working with this bunch. That's a nice one. Can I see that?" Surprised to have found someone who knew of him, the man called Pat handed over his camera with almost no consideration. Ken Hale looked at the device for a minute, then crushed it in his hand.



"You wanna shoot wildlife, head back to the Congo. Now beat it." Ken turned and climbed into the cab. Venus made an apologetic shrug before Pat, who stood with his mouth open. Jimmy Woo turned quickly so no one could see him stifle a laugh.





* * * * *





Upon touchdown at the secret location in Arlington, Virginia, a government driver pulled up to escort Jimmy Woo's team in to the District of Columbia. Assistant Director Wall welcomed the five at the front door of the Department of Justice Building on Pennsylvania Avenue, making several quick asides to employees warning them not to stare. Once in Wall's office everyone sat down except M-11, who stood vigilantly at the window. "Good to see you again, Agent Woo. So what brings the FBI's top dog unit to our offices?"



"Thought we'd see if you boys have made any progress on this stolen ships case your agents brought to us," said Jimmy as he leaned back in the leather chair.



Wall stared at Jimmy Woo blankly as if waiting for more information that never came. "Stolen ships."



"Yeah, the ships that all went missing at once last week. Derskin and Oglethorpe gave us a file full of photos and notes."



"Derskin and Oglethorpe."



Gorilla Man was growing annoyed at Wall's unresponsiveness. "You know, that Abbot and Costello team who works outta here. Short stocky guy and a taller one."



"We don't have any men working out of this branch by that name."



"Could you look through your files?" asked Jimmy, now leaning forward in his chair. 



"I don't have to. I know every agent in Washington, and we don't have any named Oglethorpe or Derskin. When did these men come to you?"



Jimmy felt blood drain from his face and was uncharacteristically uncomfortable. "I don't get it. The front desk in the Federal Building sent the guys up like business as usual. " The arm of the chair Ken Hale sat in crunched under his grip. "Somebody played us like prize chumps! I knew I didn't like those guys. I should have shook 'em down for more I.D."



"I blame myself," said Marvel Boy. "I could have scanned their minds and picked up any deception."



"You came in late," reminded Venus. "When you arrived we were already talking to them like it was official business- you had no reason to be suspicious." Jimmy hopped up from his chair, now much more animated. "That's right. In fact, one of the men started in on an argument with Bob almost as soon as he got in. Probably to keep him on the defensive and too busy to use his headband." The young agent paced around the desk and came to a stop next to the Human Robot.  "Somebody sent us on a wild goose chase. For what? We weren't working on a case at the moment."



"They wanted us dead," said Ken matter-of-factly. "The skeleton pilot was supposed to take us out, and if that didn't work, there was the backup of the ones on the Coast Guard cutter. All ready to work because of the dream whammy they threw on us. Classic villain stuff- everybody wants us dead because we're good guys. End of story."



Venus countered in her manner that never gave offense. "No, anyone who would plan so well as to sneak in fake agents, plant a suggestion in our subconscious minds, and hide an animated skeleton at the Naval Shipyards - - that planner would certainly take into account the robot on our team who wouldn't be affected by the magic."



Assistant Director Wall took a bromo-seltzer out of his desk drawer and poured it into a glass of water. "You people lost me back at the skeleton pilot."



* * * * *



The gleaming rocket soared above an ocean of  clouds. Its chrome surface took on the golden hues of sunset- a sunset that stretched on much longer than usual since The Silver Bullet was on a westward trajectory. Inside the large cockpit of the craft, the pilot fussed with the instrument panel, though he had already programmed the course into the guidance system and didn't need to do anything else. Jimmy Woo sat in the copilot's seat with his face firmly lodged against his hand as he stared out the window. "If you look on Monitor 8 you'll see the Mississippi river below." said Marvel Boy.



"Fascinating," returned Ken Hale, who spun around in his seat and got up. He walked over to the Preservation Cell, a trunk-sized refrigerated chamber that Marvel Boy used when procuring organic samples for study. The ape reached his arm in and pulled out a small bottle of Coca-Cola.  "Anyone else want one?" 



Bob Grayson grimaced slightly at Ken Hale's misuse of his equipment, then raised his hand. The variety of  flavors on Earth still fascinated him, and he rarely passed up an opportunity to taste anything. For some time no one said anything.  Then Jimmy got up to go get a drink as well, and Venus smiled, realizing her team leader was starting to emerge from the dark mood he had been in since the D.C. visit. 



"Sorry I've been such a pill, everybody." Jimmy said. "I've been worried that Jerry back in Washington thinks we're losing it. I guess it's inevitable when you get talked up as much as we do- everybody slips up some time. I just want you to know the blame lies squarely with me."



"Hey buddy, we're not worried what they think. Well, I'm not. And I'm sure the robot isn't."



Venus chimed in too. "Besides, we've got some clout built up. We did rescue the President after all. That should be good for something."



Ken grew more animated. "Yeah, the pressure oughta be on him! What's he been doing since then? All I ever hear about is new places he's played the back nine."



As usual, Bob Grayson missed the ape's gruff joke and gave an actual answer. "He does have a plan in effect to create a new highway system. If you ever plan to motor west, multiple interstate roads will allow for a straight drive."



"You sure get a lot of weird facts from The Silver Bullet," said Hale as he swigged his soda.



"I didn't get that from the ship's computer, I read it in the New York Times while we were there-after I finished the crossword. They need to make those puzzles tougher, I finished it too fast."



"Well they ought to post your mug on the cover of Popular Science. In fact, why not go on Twenty-One  and make us a fortune."



"Well, I have a bit of an edge. It would kind of be cheating."



"Professor Van Doren can do it, so can you," said the gorilla. 



"Aw, now that's just a rumor," said Jimmy. "You always think everyone's cheating, Ken."



"From my experience, everyone is. At least, everybody who looks to be the best at something. I'm not judging, I'm just saying."





Venus leaned back in her seat with a grin. Hearing her friends banter about news and trivia again meant the cloud had lifted and they would be ready to get back cracking on the mystery in no time. Their renewed enthusiasm would have to wait until morning though. Upon reaching San Francisco, Jimmy Woo insisted as usual that the group turn in for the night to get an early start the next day. Venus admired this tendency of Jimmy. Other crime-fighting organizations she had known were often insistent on burning the midnight oil, driving their people to the point of exhaustion. With exceptions, Jimmy always tried to keep his team well fed and rested, encouraging any practices that led to being  more focused and sharp. 



As the group retired to their rooms, M-11 stepped through the large window onto the ledge to begin his nightly surveillance. 



* * * * *





Venus found herself running through a forest glade. Her feet were bare- in fact most of her was. She almost fell upon stepping onto a patch of damp moss, but managed to balance herself and slide on her feet down a steep but short hill. She began to run again, taking in deep draughts of spring air. She could almost taste honeysuckle with each breath. A field by a stream was thinly filled with grass nearly as tall as she was, and she immediately followed the urge to plunge into it. The blades of the plants wicked gently at her skin, producing tingles that enveloped her body. As the growth turned thicker, she changed direction and raced to the stream's edge, kicking up sheets of clear water. She enjoyed the mud through her toes until reaching a small lagoon. Arcing her body, Venus dived fully into the still water that had been warmed all afternoon by the sun. Minnows darted out of her path as she propelled herself with long kicks. She paused to watch the plantlife flow slowly back and forth and felt her long hair matching the movements. The lengths of reed cast dazzling patterns of shadows that she could have watched until dark. Instead she pushed upwards to the shimmering surface, dotted with waterlilies. As she breached, several lily pads clung to her body like a garment. She didn't bother to remove them, they would fall off soon enough after drying out. Venus stepped carefully on her way to the edge to keep from breaking any of the reeds growing there. She soon stepped onto soft grass and sat down to let the sun dry her figure. After a few minutes on her back she rolled over on her stomach and rested her chin on crossed arms. Having indulged most of her senses, she closed her eyes to give her ears equal time with the wonders of nature. In this way she became aware of a family of birds fussing over their nearby nest, as well as a colony of frogs. The next animal to take her attention she wasn't sure had made a noise at all, but she could tell it was in front of her. She opened her eyes to see a small dog standing in front of her, wagging its tail. The woman smiled and patted at the ground in hopes the animal would take that as an invitation to come closer. It tilted it's head, and then took a couple of steps nearer. Then Venus felt Marvel Boy's hand touch her shoulder, and she woke up.



"Ah. Um. I'm sorry to disturb you... but we're... ah, the dream suggestion. It's happening again."



Awash in moonlight from her bedside window, Bob Grayson could see Venus' startled expression turn to a soft smile. "Really? And I was having such a beautiful dream, too."



"Yes, you were. I mean-- well, I watched some of it, to see where it was going. You know, to figure out what the goal of... whoever... was. You know, the people who made us dream about the skeletons."



Venus sat up now, gathering her silk sheet up against her. "Bob, I don't mind that you watched me."



"It was just work!" He stepped back from the bed some. "Then I thought maybe I better wake you up anyway, before some other suggestion was planted that might endanger you. Which could be happening to the others now, so we better go wake them up." Venus slipped a robe on and went to knock on Ken Hale's door as Marvel Boy went to Jimmy Woo's. Within minutes all of them were standing in the hallway. 



"So how do you know this was another subconscious invasion," asked Jimmy. Grayson tapped at the solid black band on his forehead. "Just as I was falling asleep it occurred to me that our mystery villains might try the trick again, so I took my headband off the nightstand and put it on. I usually don't sleep with it on. It leaves enough of a ring on my head having it on all day. But sure enough, as I was entering REM sleep, the band alerted me to impulses that didn't originate in my brain."



"Nice of you to see to Venus before the rest of us," Ken Hale smirked. Grayson's face grew flush, and Venus interjected. "Ladies first!" Jimmy looked around at the paneling on the walls and back to the young man. "Can you tell who did it- where it came from?"



Marvel Boy put his fingers to his temple. "It's still happening, actually. Like a broadcast." His blue cape made a swirling flourish as the hero turned to walk down the hall. He reminded Ken Hale of an uncle who used to seek out water sources with a divining rod made of tree branches. Bob turned into the office and walked forward until he realized he was about to hit a wall.  Then he went over to the window and stepped up into it. On the ledge outside M-11 turned his eyebeam onto Grayson.  "Turn that off, you're blinding me." The robot instantly complied. When the flashes disappeared from Marvel Boy's vision he looked forward as his headband directed. "There." He raised his arm and pointed at a window across the street. In the corner was a metallic object that looked to be an oscillating fan in the dark. Marvel Boy quietly lifted from the ledge and drifted across the canyon of buildings to hover outside the window. The glass was open, and inside the room a dark figure stood by a machine, busily adjusting controls. The round end of the device was what looked like a fan from a distance. The man's hands stopped, and he turned to discover the observer floating above him. He scrambled wildly, knocking over other pieces of equipment and kicking wires. Marvel Boy now came down into the room and his wristbands glowed to fill the area with light. The man pulled a gun off a table and began firing repeatedly at his pursuer. Marvel Boy flew quickly to the left in a twisting path that the gunman couldn't draw a bead on. Then he pointed his flat hand forward and and the weapon immediately grew too hot to hold. As it fell to the floor, the man doubled around to another window on the same wall. Just when Marvel Boy thought he would stop, the man leapt, smashing through the glass and beginning the long fall to the street. From the Federal Building M-11 extended his right arm with such force it seemed another gun had been fired. The expanding bands that made up his limb hit their maximum length just as the man was falling out of reach. M-11's fingers then also extended, which surprised Jimmy as he hadn't seen them do that before. The alloyed hand clamped onto the man's shirt and the robot's arm began to retract. 



"Gotcha, goofball." Hale's long arm grabbed the man's collar as M-11 brought him to the ledge. He was short and wiry, and kicked and flailed with such energy that even the gorilla had trouble containing him. "Where do you think you're going, idiot? I don't see a parachute on your back."



"He was already headed to the street, " said Venus. "He must really not want to be taken alive. Calm down, sir. We just want to talk to you." As usual Venus was casually employing her effect so as not to alert her target to what she was doing. If someone knew about Venus they might be able to employ a mental exercise to hold her influence at bay long enough to escape. The thrashing man seemed so completely unaffected that she dropped any subtlety and began to sing one of her favorite traveling songs covered by Nat King Cole a few years back. Jimmy instantly plugged his ears. Since Ken had one hand occupied with the culprit, he launched into a series of grunts and hoots as a natural ape might. Besides helping mask the infectious tones of his teammate, this would often frighten criminals to the point of excessive release of information. Jimmy relaxed slightly, expecting a long confession to begin pouring from the captive. Instead he saw a flash of moonlight glinting from an ornate dagger that was clearly of the same make that the skeleton pilot brandished the day before. Just as Venus reached the lyrics "looks mighty pretty," the small man's arm swung out, raking the same spot on Ken's arm that the pilot had hit with his own knife. The ape howled.



"SON OF A-"



Jimmy's leg fired upwards and his foot knocked the knife from the man's hand with such force that it stuck in the wall by the window. Continuing the motion, Jimmy's body turned with the kick in a complete spin, and his fist landed squarely between the man's eyes. Had M-11 not still been holding onto the man's shirt, the punch would have certainly sent him back out the window. Instead the man's head flopped forward and his body slumped towards the floor, still dangling in the robot's grip.



"Shucks, I didn't want to knock him out. Now we'll have to wait a while to get anything out of him. I was sure once you started singing he'd be spilling his guts to us in minutes."



"You have to get your kicks," joked Venus. Her smile dropped upon looking closer at the man. "Ooh. I don't think I could have had any effect on him," said Venus with a look of repulsion. She knelt down next to the unconscious man and pointed to his ear. Like the other, it was disfigured with scar tissue as if someone had melted candlewax in it. "He's been made deaf," said Jimmy. "Look, there's some other scarring around his nose too. He either went to the world's worst face doctor or someone prepared him specifically to be immune to you."



"He'll get worse than that from me when he wakes up!" roared Hale as he closed the medicine cabinet. The gorilla poured the rest of a bottle of Witch Hazel onto his reopened wound. Marvel Boy floated through the open window, careful to not hit the glass with the long device he bore under his arm. He sat the machine down on Jimmy' s desk and switched on the lamp. For better illumination he adjusted the bendable arm of the lamp, briefly thinking how it was a crude version of M-11's arms. The light revealed a device around four feet in length, with a conical dish at one end. The part that had looked like a fan from outside. 



"It's a gun," growled Gorilla Man. 



"Yeah, but what does it shoot?"



"Images. Ideas. Dreams." Marvel Boy peered around the device, nodding as he looked at various sections. "Impulse creation." Jimmy realized that in a strange way his Uranian-born friend was approving of the thought that had gone into making the machine, if not the purpose for which it was built. "It runs on standard current." He opened a small red box in the middle, then finding it of little use, closed it. Finally he came to the other end of the invention, which housed a glass canister full of liquid. Several wires ran into a small flexible shape that floated in the solution. It was roughly the size of a nearly-finished bar of soap. The space hero regarded this for a moment and then said simply, "Gosh."



"That looks kind of familiar," said Hale. "But I can't place it. You going to let us in on the gag?"



"Yes," answered Marvel Boy in a hollow voice. "You'd recognize it if it were in context of the whole thing it comes from, though." The others leaned in to see the floating object. Jimmy studied the creases running through it. Venus thought it looked like a sponge. "Well?" she asked.



"It's brain tissue."



* * * * *




			 argh 
	how long is that excerpt! yeesh! 

well so far i've only gone to the 'Beautiful Dreamer' link, but i have to go to sleep now so i guess this one's outta my hands! 

Mr. Lao, any comic stores in Melbourne Australia that are a part of our operation?


	Posted by dp_lombardo on 2006-07-13 12:04:27

	
 	 	 
		
			 tougher than it looks 
	Mr. Lao could be misleading as to this week's entry's difficulty level. Mother, I think the young agents will have a hard Road to travel to ge this week's keyword. A visit to some frequently tried websites could Press things to your advantage...


	Posted by doop1958 on 2006-07-13 12:17:15

	
 	 	 
		
			 You sure get a lot of weird facts from The Si 
	Using that quote from Gorilla Man, I tracked down this article: 

http://www.silverbulletcomics.com/news/story.php?a=1894 

 

Also, using this quote from the text: 

"He opened a small red box in the middle, then finding it of little use, closed it." 

I went back to Octopus Press and checked the link and found this: 

http://octopuspress.com/whoisoctopus.html 

I don't think the red box will help this week.


	Posted by SlymCyke on 2006-07-13 12:21:52

	
 	 	 
		
			 Dream Ray 
	don't suppose it's something as easy as DREAM RAY, but jsut in case it is. Maybe we say DREAM RAY to the guy at the counter, and once we get the second key, the red box will open?


	Posted by dp_lombardo on 2006-07-13 12:27:59

	
 	 	 
		
			 the red box 
	Try rolling your mouse over the red and white squares in the box. 

Text will appear that says "Oh yes it does. Just take the same thing a doctor would." 




	Posted by jshelmig on 2006-07-13 12:30:51

	
 	 	 
		
			 Red Box 
	On second inspection, I believe the red box will help.  The red box says: "So sorry. This box does not have all the answers." 

 

But, if you hover the cursor over the image a message appears: 

"Oh yes it does, just take the same thing a doctor would." 

 

Which would be what? An exam, text,... pulse! 

www.comicon.com/pulse/ 

That's where we need to look next.


	Posted by SlymCyke on 2006-07-13 12:31:03

	
 	 	 
		
			 WAIT 
	The Pulse! It's On the Pulse somewhere!


	Posted by dp_lombardo on 2006-07-13 12:33:26

	
 	 	 
		
				found it 

http://www.impulsecreations.net/catalog/info_pages.php/pages_id/282


	Posted by dp_lombardo on 2006-07-13 12:36:24

	
 	 	 
		
			 Mystery Comics Shops 
	Interesting? 




	Posted by dp_lombardo on 2006-07-13 12:39:28

	
 	 	 
		
			 Article 
	The Silver Bullett article mentioned that another unknown store might be a member of the Dream Ray conspiracy.  The Pulse is sponsered by Midtown Comics, so maybe that's were we look next.  I also think the image in the red box, of a square quartered and colored red and white, might help.


	Posted by SlymCyke on 2006-07-13 12:39:29

	
 	 	 
		
			 I Told You It Was Easy. 
	You seem to be picking up trails very quickly. A good fast start. Agent Lombardo, it seems the stores in your area are extremely compliant with law enforcement for the time being, but I shall see if we can exert influence over them.  

Oh, and DREAM RAY is NOT the key.


	Posted by mr. lao on 2006-07-13 12:41:07

	
 	 	 
		
			 Mystery Comics Shops 
	Anyone recognise that place? I think i have to give up now, seeing as i wouldn't recognise an American comic store if it bit me on the butt. 

 

Good luck though! Do it for me!


	Posted by dp_lombardo on 2006-07-13 12:42:42

	
 	 	 
		
			 Cosmic Comics 
	Maybe?


	Posted by dp_lombardo on 2006-07-13 12:44:47

	
 	 	 
		
			 Cosmic 
	I say it's COSMIC, as a last ditch effort before bed


	Posted by dp_lombardo on 2006-07-13 12:52:06

	
 	 	 
		
			 No. 
	Now get some rest, as Jimmy Woo would say. 


	Posted by mr. lao on 2006-07-13 13:31:07

	
 	 	 
		
			 No Fair! 
	"yes DAD" 

Ha, Mr. Lao you're no fair - I take it that our mystery store is in the North America somewhere, but that's no help to your international espionage agents like myself - we can only go so far with the information!


	Posted by dp_lombardo on 2006-07-13 14:00:08

	
 	 	 
		
			 nooe pays attention to dp_lombardo! 
	he has found the correct link 

 

if you visit the Pulse Agents of Atlas Thread at http://www.comicon.com/ubb/ultimatebb.php/ubb/get_topic/f/37/t/006925.html you will find a link by Mr Lao to 'the one they didn't catch': Impulse Creations 

 

It's also useful to remember there's more than one travel tunes hidden in the above journal entry. 


	Posted by doop1958 on 2006-07-13 14:17:19

	
 	 	 
		
			 Travel Tune 
	From the exerpt:  .."The thrashing man seemed so completely unaffected that she [Venus] dropped any subtlety and began to sing one of her favorite traveling songs covered by Nat King Cole a few years back.."  

 

Nat King Cole sang "Route 66" in 1946 I believe... Here's the lyrics.  I also noticed that there are some cities named in it..  

 

"If you ever plan to motor west, 

Travel my way,  

Take the highway that is best -- 

Get your kicks on Route 66. 

 

It winds from Chicago to LA, 

More than two thousand miles all the way. 

Get your kicks on Route 66. 

 

Now you go through Saint Looey 

Joplin, Missouri, 

and Oklahoma City is mighty pretty. 

You see Amarillo, 

Gallup, New Mexico, 

Flagstaff, Arizona. 

Don't forget Winona, 

Kingman, Barstow, San Bernandino. 

 

Won't you get hip to this timely tip: 

When you make that California trip 

Get your kicks on Route 66. 

 

[Instrumental Interlude] 

 

Won't you get hip to this timely tip: 

When you make that California trip 

Get your kicks on Route 66.  

Come on in -- get your kicks on Route 66. 

Get your kicks on Route 66." 




	Posted by msr.oresteus on 2006-07-13 14:40:34

	
 	 	 
		
			 I shop at the missing store... 
	Use the comic shop locator service... http://csls.diamondcomics.com/default.asp 

 

Try zip code 73139... it's a store there... my favorite shop! 




	Posted by jmwilson on 2006-07-13 14:41:50

	
 	 	 
		
			 Wow! 
	I come home from work to see if the new excerpt and see a ton of work already done by our great agents. So Atomic Comics is the one that got away.


	Posted by nhartz on 2006-07-13 14:54:43

	
 	 	 
		
			 ATOMIC 
	The song Venus sings is Route 66 and she stops at "looks mighty pretty".  In the lyrics to the song Oklahoma City comes before those words.  So if you plug in an Oklahoma zip into the comic shop locator, and select Atomic Comics.  You get a picture like the one at Impulse Creations, but with the name: Atomic Comics.


	Posted by SlymCyke on 2006-07-13 14:55:37

	
 	 	 
		
			 good work! 
	I knew you all needed just a small nudge! 

 

I haven't any further progress than this myself. 

 

I found info on Jann of the Jungle on various sites, but nothing really useful so far. 

 

the song link Beautiful Dreamer is also a Marvel character, but one that premiered in the 80s, and there's interesting nuances to 'woo' and 'beams' and so on in the song, but nothing that rings any clear bells right now


	Posted by doop1958 on 2006-07-13 15:12:00

	
 	 	 
		
			 Silver Bullet Article 
	In the article, they say something to the effect of the key is the unknown shops name, but Mr. Lao says the key is a phrase. It can't be as simple as Atomic Comics. I also wondered if the convention on the AC website is a clue?


	Posted by nhartz on 2006-07-13 15:57:58

	
 	 	 
		
			 Maybe Atomic is this week's key 
	"This week's key to be taken to field agents near you (you do have a local "comics shop", don't you?) will combine with their response to form a phrase" 

 

Maybe Atomic + the key from your LCS = secret phrase


	Posted by kuyu001 on 2006-07-13 16:18:05

	
 	 	 
		
			 *whooph!*...is this thing on? 
	This is a test post. 

I have attempted to post twice today and neither went through. 

Looks like my fellow agents put together the Route 66 clue without my help, however.   

Good job, Agents! 




	Posted by KRB NRG on 2006-07-13 17:17:24

	
 	 	 
		
			 ATOMIC. 
	kuyu001 is the one to name the key specifically, so he has advanced in rank- and now must join others in the capacity of Advisor. You have all done fine work, though.  

Who will bring in the second key?


	Posted by mr. lao on 2006-07-13 17:24:30

	
 	 	 
		
			 u think ken knows something else bout that bo 
	probaly has tha key


	Posted by tarhaun on 2006-07-13 18:41:13

	
 	 	 
		
			 It Occurs To Me... 
	That I should promote SlymCyke as well since he did single out ATOMIC in his header. We are growing many Generals, yet we need more footsoldiers! I request that you spread the word to virtual places you frequent- tell us where, if you can. You may use the cover of "the free pulp-serial adventure" at the Timely Blogs. That line works.


	Posted by mr. lao on 2006-07-14 02:50:15

	
 	 	 
		
				Through the power of different time zones, and an actual trip to the shop rather than an e-mail this time - the reponse is AGE, making the key phrase ATOMIC AGE.


	Posted by Chris McFeely on 2006-07-14 06:50:24

	
 	 	 
		
			 ATOMIC AGE! 
	EXCELLENT work, McFeely!  

This is my answer to those who wonder how to properly classify comics of the 1950s, stating that they are neither Golden nor Silver Age. Thus I have proposed that we refer to this time of experimentation as The Atomic Age. Next week's mission is also on Thursday, but keep checking The Temple, as I will have some things to tell you all. Good work.


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