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	Both Harry and Betty held their breath as Betty carefully reached behind Cricket's right ear to manually re-activae the robot girl. The sound of motors whirring up to speed, gears moving slowly at first, and lights coming from her exposed panel area, were all heard and seen at once. Cricket flinched just slightly a took a breath. She then spoke in a flat momotone, "New hardware detected..........processing.......hardware accepted....checking main CPU drive.......ok........checking memory.....ok....model 2QXR3 is now online." Her eyes remained closed, but her speech suddenly returned to normal, "That's now two-hundred and fifty times I've saved your life," Cricket said rather weakly and then opened her eyes, looking up at her friend and partner, "Mr. Harry Lang", she said with a faint smile. Harry breathed a huge sigh of relief, smiled and gently put his hand on her sholder. "You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that kid.", Harry said. Cricket continued to smile and placed her hand on his cheek. "You look awful Harry.", she said. "And you look so beautiful.", Harry replied. Cricket smiled and lighty stroked his face. "Get some sleep Harry. We can get the nightingale to St. Louis in the morning." She looked over at Betty. "Are you the one who fixed me Miss Stevens?", Cricket asked. "Yes, and please call me Betty.", the older woman said with a genuine smile. "Why do I feel so tired?" Cricket asked . "Your battery had mimimal power. Now that I know all your new parts took ok, I can give it a full charge now." "Guess I need some sleep too.", the little robot said, smiling as best she could. "There's a spare cot in the corner you can use Mr. Lang. Blankets and pillows as well." "Thanks Doc.", he replied. "And call me Harry." Six hours went by. It was now just before dawn. Harry was sound asleep, as were both Betty and lilttle April. Bill Decker had gone back to his tiny hovel of a residence a few blocks away. As for little Cricket, she had just "awoken" from her re-charge. She had gotten dressed very quietly so to not awaken the others too soon. Daylight was coming through the window and she heard birds singing from outside. She looked at the golden nightingale. "Well, you certainly have caused a lot of trouble in just one night my little friend.", Cricket said to the ruby-eyed bird. It just stared back at her. "And you of course have nothing to say in your defense. I wish you could just tell me what this so important secret is." She pressed the button that started the song it sang. As Cricket listened, she noticed something she heard before. It came from the nightingale. It wasn't something Harry or another human could hear. But it was defenitly coming from the golden bird's mouth. The song ended and she played it again. This time, her eyes widened as she suddenly realized what she had been hearing all this time. "Wowie Zowie!!!!', she exclaimed but in a near wisper. "You are talking aren't you?", she said to the faux bird, looking right at it. "And now I know your secret."		Both Harry and Betty held their breath as Betty carefully reached behind Cricket's right ear to manually re-activae the robot girl. The sound of motors whirring up to speed, gears moving slowly at first, and lights coming from her exposed panel area, were all heard and seen at once. Cricket flinched just slightly a took a breath. She then spoke in a flat momotone, "New hardware detected..........processing.......hardware accepted....checking main CPU drive.......ok........checking memory.....ok....model 2QXR3 is now online." Her eyes remained closed, but her speech suddenly returned to normal, "That's now two-hundred and fifty times I've saved your life," Cricket said rather weakly and then opened her eyes, looking up at her friend and partner, "Mr. Harry Lang", she said with a faint smile. Harry breathed a huge sigh of relief, smiled and gently put his hand on her sholder. "You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that kid.", Harry said. Cricket continued to smile and placed her hand on his cheek. "You look awful Harry.", she said. "And you look so beautiful.", Harry replied. Cricket smiled and lighty stroked his face. "Get some sleep Harry. We can get the nightingale to St. Louis in the morning." She looked over at Betty. "Are you the one who fixed me Miss Stevens?", Cricket asked. "Yes, and please call me Betty.", the older woman said with a genuine smile. "Why do I feel so tired?" Cricket asked . "Your battery had mimimal power. Now that I know all your new parts took ok, I can give it a full charge now." "Guess I need some sleep too.", the little robot said, smiling as best she could. "There's a spare cot in the corner you can use Mr. Lang. Blankets and pillows as well." "Thanks Doc.", he replied. "And call me Harry." Six hours went by. It was now just before dawn. Harry was sound asleep, as were both Betty and lilttle April. Bill Decker had gone back to his tiny hovel of a residence a few blocks away. As for little Cricket, she had just "awoken" from her re-charge. She had gotten dressed very quietly so to not awaken the others too soon. Daylight was coming through the window and she heard birds singing from outside. She looked at the golden nightingale. "Well, you certainly have caused a lot of trouble in just one night my little friend.", Cricket said to the ruby-eyed bird. It just stared back at her. "And you of course have nothing to say in your defense. I wish you could just tell me what this so important secret is." She pressed the button that started the song it sang. As Cricket listened, she noticed something she heard before. It came from the nightingale. It wasn't something Harry or another human could hear. But it was defenitly coming from the golden bird's mouth. The song ended and she played it again. This time, her eyes widened as she suddenly realized what she had been hearing all this time. "Wowie Zowie!!!!', she exclaimed but in a near wisper. "You are talking aren't you?", she said to the faux bird, looking right at it. "And now I know your secret."
	A few hours later, breakfast had been made and eaten. After a lot a haggling, and a very stern lecture from Betty about making SkyBall bets with the bookies, Harry finally agreed to give Decker 20 grand for the hovercar that would fly them to St. Louis. "You all set, kid?" Harry asked, as he gathed up ~~thier~~ stuff. "I'll be out in a few minutes, Harry. I need to speak to Beatty alone first. Just girl issues, I'm sure you understand.", she said with a wide smile. Harry did a double take. "Girl issu--", he started to say. "Dare I ask, how long this will take?" "I'll be ready in 15 minutes on the dot, Harry.", she said in her sweetest tone. Harry looked at his watch. "Fine, 15 minutes, then I come back in and throw you in the car." "Yes, Harry", she replied. Cricket made sure Harry was out of sight and then turned to Betty. "I can't thank you enough for what you did last night, Betty. But I need one more ajustment made to my systems." Betty looked at Cricket wondering what she meant, and then saw she was holding the nightingale in her hand.		A few hours later, breakfast had been made and eaten. After a lot a haggling, and a very stern lecture from Betty about making SkyBall bets with the bookies, Harry finally agreed to give Decker 20 grand for the hovercar that would fly them to St. Louis. "You all set, kid?" Harry asked, as he gathed up their stuff. "I'll be out in a few minutes, Harry. I need to speak to Beatty alone first. Just girl issues, I'm sure you understand.", she said with a wide smile. Harry did a double take. "Girl issu--", he started to say. "Dare I ask, how long this will take?" "I'll be ready in 15 minutes on the dot, Harry.", she said in her sweetest tone. Harry looked at his watch. "Fine, 15 minutes, then I come back in and throw you in the car." "Yes, Harry", she replied. Cricket made sure Harry was out of sight and then turned to Betty. "I can't thank you enough for what you did last night, Betty. But I need one more ajustment made to my systems." Betty looked at Cricket wondering what she meant, and then saw she was holding the nightingale in her hand.

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	Anyone walking the streets of Old Chicago at this moment could get a good look at the pair walking close together. Harry Lang was a tall fellow, black hair whith a dash of grey, thin moustache, a rather stocky body, just an ok looking joe, so he thought. He was dressed in a three-piece suit, covered by a brown raincoat, and sported a snappy looking fedora on his head. He had been a private eye back in a time when people had use for such men. He still dressed the part, but now just wandered from place to place taking whatever odd job paid well.		Anyone walking the streets of Old Chicago at this moment could get a good look at the pair walking close together. Harry Lang was a tall fellow, black hair whith a dash of grey, thin moustache, a rather stocky body, just an ok looking joe, so he thought. He was dressed in a three-piece suit, covered by a brown raincoat, and sported a snappy looking fedora on his head. He had been a private eye back in a time when people had use for such men. He still dressed the part, but now just wandered from place to place taking whatever odd job paid well.
	The girl he called Cricket stood just under 5 feet. Under all those winter clothes was a sweet looking blonde whose hair was done in pigtails. She looked to be around eighteen, perhaps a bit older. In reality, she was just barely two years old. Cricket was a robot.		The girl he called Cricket stood just under 5 feet. Under all those winter clothes was a sweet looking blonde whose hair was done in pigtails. She looked to be around eighteen, perhaps a bit older. In reality, she was just barely two years old. Cricket was a robot.
	Harry remembered how he found her. It had been five years since America's Second Civil War. The ~~goverment~~ had gotten so careless with fighting every other country, they forgot about their own. Nobody knew how and why things fell apart as they did, only that they did. After six bloody horrible years, peace was finally made in the year 2015. New cities were built, mostly on land where national parks once where. This is where the rich and powerful lived, and they made sure the 'riff-raff' were kept away. Harry had managed to be well-off enough during his private eye days, and playing mercenary during the war (always for the right side he felt). He could live it up one one of those fancy domes, but he wanted nothing to do with those people. He felt more at home with those getting by in the old cites. People were more real, more genuine, and yes still more violent, but that came with the territory. Even little Cricket, a machine, showed more human quality then those phony people who lived in the new cities, Harry thought.		Harry remembered how he found her. It had been five years since America's Second Civil War. The government had gotten so careless with fighting every other country, they forgot about their own. Nobody knew how and why things fell apart as they did, only that they did. After six bloody horrible years, peace was finally made in the year 2015. New cities were built, mostly on land where national parks once where. This is where the rich and powerful lived, and they made sure the 'riff-raff' were kept away. Harry had managed to be well-off enough during his private eye days, and playing mercenary during the war (always for the right side he felt). He could live it up one one of those fancy domes, but he wanted nothing to do with those people. He felt more at home with those getting by in the old cites. People were more real, more genuine, and yes still more violent, but that came with the territory. Even little Cricket, a machine, showed more human quality then those phony people who lived in the new cities, Harry thought.
	On a fateful night, Harry was about to treat himself to a good meal for another job well done when he heard a scream. It came from ally down the street. Harry rushed to find four punks pushing and grouping what he thought was a young girl. "You're hurting me!!" she cried out "Somebody help me!!!" Ah, the hero's cue. After many punches thrown, and blood shed, the punks limped off, and the girl was lying on the floor, her body twitching. Harry tried to help her up. "Are you ok?" he asked. The girl struggled to reply, "H-Help me.............d-d-d-damaged.......short......shorting.......help......m-m-m-meeeee." And with that she passed out. Harry thought he heard some crackling coming from with inside the girl. As he tried to revive her, he noticed what looked like sone wires sticking out of her left wrist. As he lifted her arm for a better look, he saw her hand just hanging as it were about to come off!.		On a fateful night, Harry was about to treat himself to a good meal for another job well done when he heard a scream. It came from ally down the street. Harry rushed to find four punks pushing and grouping what he thought was a young girl. "You're hurting me!!" she cried out "Somebody help me!!!" Ah, the hero's cue. After many punches thrown, and blood shed, the punks limped off, and the girl was lying on the floor, her body twitching. Harry tried to help her up. "Are you ok?" he asked. The girl struggled to reply, "H-Help me.............d-d-d-damaged.......short......shorting.......help......m-m-m-meeeee." And with that she passed out. Harry thought he heard some crackling coming from with inside the girl. As he tried to revive her, he noticed what looked like sone wires sticking out of her left wrist. As he lifted her arm for a better look, he saw her hand just hanging as it were about to come off!.

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	And with that, the golden nightingale was no more. "Oh....and I'm never going to forget you Miss.......Cricket. Count on it!!!!" As the villian stood there, his anger quickly left him when the saw the URGENT message flash on his laptop screen. The color began to leave his face. He knew exactly who it was. It seemed there were those even more powerful then The Chairman in this world. His hand shook as the pressed the enter button.		And with that, the golden nightingale was no more. "Oh....and I'm never going to forget you Miss.......Cricket. Count on it!!!!" As the villian stood there, his anger quickly left him when the saw the URGENT message flash on his laptop screen. The color began to leave his face. He knew exactly who it was. It seemed there were those even more powerful then The Chairman in this world. His hand shook as the pressed the enter button.
	"Yes......Mr. Tanaka-San."		"Yes......Mr. Tanaka-San."
	Before leaving Old Chicago, Cricket had told Bill Decker, Betty Stevens, and her four-year-old daughter April, to gather everyone they could, no matter who, to the old Palmer House Hotel. She told them to spruce the place up, and expect the best Christmas ever. And that's just what happened. The word spred like wildfire among the few handful of tennats there. They spread the word out into the street. And those people spread the word thought the entire city. When Harry, Cricket, and Carl Throckhammer returned to Old Chicago late that afternoon, they almost couldn't believe their eyes. Hundreds of people were already inside the old, more than run-down hotel, cleaning it out, cleaning it up from top to bottom. And more people were arriving by the minute. Bill Decker found the trio first. "Well, here we are Harry. Just like ya said." He pointed to all the people around him, running here and there, as though they were on some kind of wonderful treasure hunt. "I, ah just hope there's a nice payoff to all the hard work these folks are doin'" "Oh don't worry sir, I assure you there will be.", Throckhammer told him. A certain female voice suddenly broke through. "Cricket!!! Harry!!! (gasp) Mis-Mister Thockhammer???" It was Betty Stevens. She stood there a moment like she had been frozen in time. The old man walked up to her and gently smiled. "Hello Betty. It's very good to see you again." She started to speak, but words couldn't come out. She just hugged him. The old man reveled how he had been looking after her in secret all this time. How The Chairman was finally able to drive her into where she and her daughter had to stay now. "But this time it's going to be different. I'm taking you...". She cut him off. "Before you say anything, Carl, I want you to know that it rally hasn't been that bad here. Even being in the shelter. These people need me, and you too, if I may say so." Throckhammer looked around. All these people, working, chattering, even singing, happily and together. "You're right. I've been away from people far too long. I've grown tired of hiding in the shadows. If I'm ever to defeat people like The Chairman in those phony cities for good, It's going to be out in the open and on my terms. Care to join me?" "Yes, Sir.!"		Before leaving Old Chicago, Cricket had told Bill Decker, Betty Stevens, and her four-year-old daughter April, to gather everyone they could, no matter who, to the old Palmer House Hotel. She told them to spruce the place up, and expect the best Christmas ever. And that's just what happened. The word spred like wildfire among the few handful of tennats there. They spread the word out into the street. And those people spread the word thought the entire city. When Harry, Cricket, and Carl Throckhammer returned to Old Chicago late that afternoon, they almost couldn't believe their eyes. Hundreds of people were already inside the old, more than run-down hotel, cleaning it out, cleaning it up from top to bottom. And more people were arriving by the minute. Bill Decker found the trio first. "Well, here we are Harry. Just like ya said." He pointed to all the people around him, running here and there, as though they were on some kind of wonderful treasure hunt. "I, ah just hope there's a nice payoff to all the hard work these folks are doin'" "Oh don't worry sir, I assure you there will be.", Throckhammer told him. A certain female voice suddenly broke through. "Cricket!!! Harry!!! (gasp) Mis-Mister Thockhammer???" It was Betty Stevens. She stood there a moment like she had been frozen in time. The old man walked up to her and gently smiled. "Hello Betty. It's very good to see you again." She started to speak, but words couldn't come out. She just hugged him. The old man reveled how he had been looking after her in secret all this time. How The Chairman was finally able to drive her into where she and her daughter had to stay now. "But this time it's going to be different. I'm taking you..." She cut him off. "Before you say anything, Carl, I want you to know that it rally hasn't been that bad here. Even being in the shelter. These people need me, and you too, if I may say so." Throckhammer looked around. All these people, working, chattering, even singing, happily and together. "You're right. I've been away from people far too long. I've grown tired of hiding in the shadows. If I'm ever to defeat people like The Chairman in those phony cities for good, It's going to be out in the open and on my terms. Care to join me?" "Yes, Sir.!"

	The next day was Christmas Eve. The chefs and the food and arrived early in the morning and the kitchens were ready. The food and last preperationds were made for that night. Harry, Cricket, Betty, Bill, and even old Throckhammer pitched in. Cricket was able to spot about a dozen of her "sisters" in the crowd and rounded them up to make up the welcoming commitie, compleate with nametags. April wanted to help, so Cricket gave her and some of her friends big bright nametags and them told to help other kids so "they won't get lost in all these big people."		The next day was Christmas Eve. The chefs and the food and arrived early in the morning and the kitchens were ready. The food and last preperationds were made for that night. Harry, Cricket, Betty, Bill, and even old Throckhammer pitched in. Cricket was able to spot about a dozen of her "sisters" in the crowd and rounded them up to make up the welcoming commitie, compleate with nametags. April wanted to help, so Cricket gave her and some of her friends big bright nametags and them told to help other kids so "they won't get lost in all these big people."

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	The trip to St. Louis went suprisingly without incident, although Harry and Cricket did work out a plan of what to do should trouble arise. The sight of a balding tall man dressed all in white waiting for them, as they were about to land at the Archway Center let them know that indeed, trouble was ahead. Cricket's face turned very pale when she saw the man. Harry just shook his head in total disbilief. As they touched down on the landing pad, and Harry opened the door, the man approached. "Harry Lang? I'm Mr. Tutter.", he said with a twisted smile. Cricket knew better. "He's lying Harry.", she wispered quietly. "I know kid," Harry replied, "now no matter what happens, stick to the plan." "Yes, Harry.", she said matter of factly. They both got out. Harry approached the man, while Cricket stood by the car, smiling mutely. "Lanny 'The Shark' Roykirk", Harry said looking the man in white up and down. "Don't tell me your The Chairman." "Why, whatever do you mean??", the man in white replied with more than a touch of sarcasium in his voice. He knew he hd been made. "How did a cheap two-bit hood like you come into this kind of power?", Harry asked.		The trip to St. Louis went suprisingly without incident, although Harry and Cricket did work out a plan of what to do should trouble arise. The sight of a balding tall man dressed all in white waiting for them, as they were about to land at the Archway Center let them know that indeed, trouble was ahead. Cricket's face turned very pale when she saw the man. Harry just shook his head in total disbilief. As they touched down on the landing pad, and Harry opened the door, the man approached. "Harry Lang? I'm Mr. Tutter.", he said with a twisted smile. Cricket knew better. "He's lying Harry.", she wispered quietly. "I know kid," Harry replied, "now no matter what happens, stick to the plan." "Yes, Harry.", she said matter of factly. They both got out. Harry approached the man, while Cricket stood by the car, smiling mutely. "Lanny 'The Shark' Roykirk", Harry said looking the man in white up and down. "Don't tell me your The Chairman." "Why, whatever do you mean??", the man in white replied with more than a touch of sarcasium in his voice. He knew he hd been made. "How did a cheap two-bit hood like you come into this kind of power?", Harry asked.

	There are a few unshakable constants in the univerise. One of them is when is a villian is asked 'What's your plan?' or 'how did you do it?', they will always give a lengthy answer. "It was very simple Mr. Lang," The Chairman began. "When I stumbled into the GlobalCon buliding during the last days of the war, it was a no name dot com company. I found myself taking shelter inside one of the board rooms. Everyone was dead, but the place still had power, and most importantly, the computers were still on. One screen was asking the question over and over, 'Mr. Chairman, are you all right?' And knowing a golden opportunity when I saw it, naturally I answered in the afirmative. As it happens, few people had seen the poor dead soul who's place I had taken, and they were already dead themselvs. And so, the ever unseen Chairman pulled the strings from then on, and made GlobalCon what it is today." "Yeah, one stunk up company!", was Harry's reply. "What I can't figure out is how you were able to know our every move." "That's the wonderful thing about being the only game left in town." The Chairman answered, looking righ at little Cricket. "Your able to keep tabs on every prouduct!" Cricket gluped hard when she heard that. Harry looked back at her also hot beliving what he had just heard. "Not that....she......knew anything about it of course." The Chairman continued, "When you suddenly became a threat Mr. Lang, I checked you out as I do all my enimies. For shame Harry......running around with a robot that doesn't even rightfully belong to you. And you," The Chairman continued ranting, looking again at Cricket. "Didn't I have you sent to the junk pile last year??", he said with evil disgust in his voice. Cricket wanted to kick his sorry butt right then and there but though better of it. The plan, stick to the plan, Cricket thought over and over. That plan called for her to play the dumb little sexbot. She stepped forward, smiling sweetly, her voice full of innocense. "My name is Cricket." was all she had to say to The Chairman. Deep inside, she was thinking thoughts a lot worse. "Boy Lang, you sure know how to pick the winners." The Chairman said to Harry. "But enough chit-chat. I want that golden nightingale." Harry replied, "Well, why don't you ask Santa Claus. And maybe if ~~your~~ a really good boy in the next few days, he'll bring you a nightingale of your very own instead of the two tons of coal you're probably due." The Chairman drew a laser pistol and aimed it right at Harry. "Choose you next little joke carefully Mr. Lang. It will be your last." Harry groaned. Why is it the bad guys can never come up with original lines.		There are a few unshakable constants in the univerise. One of them is when is a villian is asked 'What's your plan?' or 'how did you do it?', they will always give a lengthy answer. "It was very simple Mr. Lang," The Chairman began. "When I stumbled into the GlobalCon buliding during the last days of the war, it was a no name dot com company. I found myself taking shelter inside one of the board rooms. Everyone was dead, but the place still had power, and most importantly, the computers were still on. One screen was asking the question over and over, 'Mr. Chairman, are you all right?' And knowing a golden opportunity when I saw it, naturally I answered in the afirmative. As it happens, few people had seen the poor dead soul who's place I had taken, and they were already dead themselvs. And so, the ever unseen Chairman pulled the strings from then on, and made GlobalCon what it is today." "Yeah, one stunk up company!", was Harry's reply. "What I can't figure out is how you were able to know our every move." "That's the wonderful thing about being the only game left in town." The Chairman answered, looking righ at little Cricket. "Your able to keep tabs on every prouduct!" Cricket gluped hard when she heard that. Harry looked back at her also hot beliving what he had just heard. "Not that....she......knew anything about it of course." The Chairman continued, "When you suddenly became a threat Mr. Lang, I checked you out as I do all my enimies. For shame Harry......running around with a robot that doesn't even rightfully belong to you. And you," The Chairman continued ranting, looking again at Cricket. "Didn't I have you sent to the junk pile last year??", he said with evil disgust in his voice. Cricket wanted to kick his sorry butt right then and there but though better of it. The plan, stick to the plan, Cricket thought over and over. That plan called for her to play the dumb little sexbot. She stepped forward, smiling sweetly, her voice full of innocense. "My name is Cricket." was all she had to say to The Chairman. Deep inside, she was thinking thoughts a lot worse. "Boy Lang, you sure know how to pick the winners." The Chairman said to Harry. "But enough chit-chat. I want that golden nightingale." Harry replied, "Well, why don't you ask Santa Claus. And maybe if you're a really good boy in the next few days, he'll bring you a nightingale of your very own instead of the two tons of coal you're probably due." The Chairman drew a laser pistol and aimed it right at Harry. "Choose you next little joke carefully Mr. Lang. It will be your last." Harry groaned. Why is it the bad guys can never come up with original lines.

	Harry hoped his hand-to hand combat training was an advantage over The Chairman. For a while, it was. He kicked the gun out of his hand before he could fire and the two exchained blows and kicks. Harry though he had the upper hand when The Chairman was suddely able to recover his gun after being kicked to the ground. He quickly moved to Cricket, who had been standing like a happy statue all this time, wishing all the while she could get in on the action. The Chairman regained control of the game when he pointed the laser, aiming it right at the center of Cricket's back. "Now choose Lang, your friend, or the nightingale!" Cricket suddenly spoke up. "Just give him the stupid old bird Harry. I don't want to be hurt again." Harry did his best to give a look of pure hatred, which actully wasn't hard, given the comtempt he felt for Mr. Roykirk. He pulled the nightingale from his pocket and tossed it to the Chairman who caught it with a grin on his face. He then shoved little Cricket into Harry, and was still aming the gun. "I could just kill you both quickly, but........I'm really sadistic." He rapid-fired at the concreate under their feet, breaking it apart. Both Harry and Cricket started to fall The Chairman laughed and got into his private hovercar as the heros hung on to what was left of the busted up ledge. "So long suckers!!!!", The Chairman said as he flew away, golden nightingale in tow. Harry managed to pull himself back up to safety, but Cricket wasn't faring so well. She was hanging on for dear life to an iron rod. She screamed and cried out, "Harry, help me I'm slipping!!!" Harry tried but couldn't get a grip on his friend. He watched the little robot struggle and slip down even further. At that point, a fuse was lit deep inside the man. They had come too far. It was not going to end this way!!! Harry leaned down for all he was worth and grabbed his friend, pulling her up, safe into his arms. Cricket hugged her partner tight, and began to cry, sobbing uncontrollably. Harry lifted Cricket's chin up. "Hey, what's all this huh?" he asked. She answered him, her eyes still full of tears. "Oh Harry. I wanted to tell you, so many times I wanted to tell you. You see, at first I thought it was really neat, working in that big shiny building and all." The GolbalCon building?", Harry asked. "Yeah. They had me working as a waitress and sometimes a companion. Some guys were real nice, others...." She began to hesitate. "Go on", Harry said softly. "And one day, I got something in my eye, and dropped a tray of food I was carring up to The Chairman. The next thing I know, Dr. Reynolds, the one who built me, was taking me away, to someplace safe he said. We ended up in Original New York and......and...." She started to cry again. Harry just held her. He could guess the rest. "Now you just listen to me.", Harry told her. "We're going inside to where.......hopefully, the real Mr. Tutter is waiting for us, and we're going to wrap this case up. And then I'm going to set everything right. I promise."		Harry hoped his hand-to hand combat training was an advantage over The Chairman. For a while, it was. He kicked the gun out of his hand before he could fire and the two exchained blows and kicks. Harry though he had the upper hand when The Chairman was suddely able to recover his gun after being kicked to the ground. He quickly moved to Cricket, who had been standing like a happy statue all this time, wishing all the while she could get in on the action. The Chairman regained control of the game when he pointed the laser, aiming it right at the center of Cricket's back. "Now choose Lang, your friend, or the nightingale!" Cricket suddenly spoke up. "Just give him the stupid old bird Harry. I don't want to be hurt again." Harry did his best to give a look of pure hatred, which actully wasn't hard, given the comtempt he felt for Mr. Roykirk. He pulled the nightingale from his pocket and tossed it to the Chairman who caught it with a grin on his face. He then shoved little Cricket into Harry, and was still aming the gun. "I could just kill you both quickly, but........I'm really sadistic." He rapid-fired at the concreate under their feet, breaking it apart. Both Harry and Cricket started to fall The Chairman laughed and got into his private hovercar as the heros hung on to what was left of the busted up ledge. "So long suckers!!!!", The Chairman said as he flew away, golden nightingale in tow. Harry managed to pull himself back up to safety, but Cricket wasn't faring so well. She was hanging on for dear life to an iron rod. She screamed and cried out, "Harry, help me I'm slipping!!!" Harry tried but couldn't get a grip on his friend. He watched the little robot struggle and slip down even further. At that point, a fuse was lit deep inside the man. They had come too far. It was not going to end this way!!! Harry leaned down for all he was worth and grabbed his friend, pulling her up, safe into his arms. Cricket hugged her partner tight, and began to cry, sobbing uncontrollably. Harry lifted Cricket's chin up. "Hey, what's all this huh?" he asked. She answered him, her eyes still full of tears. "Oh Harry. I wanted to tell you, so many times I wanted to tell you. You see, at first I thought it was really neat, working in that big shiny building and all." The GolbalCon building?", Harry asked. "Yeah. They had me working as a waitress and sometimes a companion. Some guys were real nice, others...." She began to hesitate. "Go on", Harry said softly. "And one day, I got something in my eye, and dropped a tray of food I was carring up to The Chairman. The next thing I know, Dr. Reynolds, the one who built me, was taking me away, to someplace safe he said. We ended up in Original New York and......and...." She started to cry again. Harry just held her. He could guess the rest. "Now you just listen to me.", Harry told her. "We're going inside to where.......hopefully, the real Mr. Tutter is waiting for us, and we're going to wrap this case up. And then I'm going to set everything right. I promise."

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	On the edge of the Illinois/Missouri border, on what was once a long forgotten Native American site lies the domed city of New Chicago. It's a pristine looking almost eerie looking place. It's citizens, blissfully happy and carefree. Here, one company provides them with all their wants and needs. And in return, same said citizens work and give their lives to that one company. That company, of course occupies the tallest tower in the dome. And that copmany is known as GobalCom. And on the top floor of that tallest tower sits a man known simply as the Chairman. Few have ever seen him, but those that do never forget him. A tall rather lean looking man, always dressed in white. His head balding, his looks and demeanor ice cold. Those he has chosen to grace his presence with have never seen him smile. This day was no exception.		On the edge of the Illinois/Missouri border, on what was once a long forgotten Native American site lies the domed city of New Chicago. It's a pristine looking almost eerie looking place. It's citizens, blissfully happy and carefree. Here, one company provides them with all their wants and needs. And in return, same said citizens work and give their lives to that one company. That company, of course occupies the tallest tower in the dome. And that copmany is known as GobalCom. And on the top floor of that tallest tower sits a man known simply as the Chairman. Few have ever seen him, but those that do never forget him. A tall rather lean looking man, always dressed in white. His head balding, his looks and demeanor ice cold. Those he has chosen to grace his presence with have never seen him smile. This day was no exception.
	The Chairman was speaking to two rather filthy looking persons via his laptop. "We planted the bomb at the old coot's place, just like ya said." "Yeah, you shudda seen the fireworks", the other said gleefully, "a right pretty kaboom it was." he continued backing his statement up wuth a rather sickinging laugh. The Chairman seemed unimpressed. "And the....old coot I trust is no longer a threat?" The pair on the screen thought a moment. "Well", the first one said, "he has to be, I mean it was a REAL big kaboom, ya know?" "And the item??" the Chairmain asked coldly. This brought another long silence, and finally the second one spoke first, "Well a.....funny thing that.....we thought it blew up with Throcky boy but we seen two people running away with something shinny looking, but that could be anything ya know". The Chairman just stared at the two lackeys on the laptop screen. "No, I don't know" was his simple icy reply. "Who were they?" the Chairman asked. The first thought a minute an said, "Well, one looked like a lil girl, and we're pretty sure the other was Harry.....Lang, yeah Harry Lang." At the mention of Lang's name, the Chairman's face quickly changed from cold to hot. "Then I suggest you two follow Mr. Harry Lang and take that bird from him!!!!! Got it?????!!!!!!!" Even though ~~seperated~~ by cyberspace, the anger in the Chairman's voice and the look on his face truely frightned the two rouges. The first quickly spoke, "Yeah, you bet......good as caught he is". And with that, the connection was terminated. The Chairman sat at his large desk, thinking outloud, "So, the old man has made Harry Lang his delivery boy. I've got to make sure his loses that golden package and I can't count on those two brainless idiots". Suddnenly he got an idea. He pressed a button, and a tall, musclar looking brunette woman entered the room. Her gaze was as cold and somber as the Chairman's had been a moment ago. She spoke coldly, "Executer model Athena reporting Mr. Chairmain. What is my mission?" The Chairman answered her with an evil smile, "A simple snatch and kill job my pet. Snatch the Golden Nightingale and kill Harry Lang."		The Chairman was speaking to two rather filthy looking persons via his laptop. "We planted the bomb at the old coot's place, just like ya said." "Yeah, you shudda seen the fireworks", the other said gleefully, "a right pretty kaboom it was." he continued backing his statement up wuth a rather sickinging laugh. The Chairman seemed unimpressed. "And the....old coot I trust is no longer a threat?" The pair on the screen thought a moment. "Well", the first one said, "he has to be, I mean it was a REAL big kaboom, ya know?" "And the item??" the Chairmain asked coldly. This brought another long silence, and finally the second one spoke first, "Well a.....funny thing that.....we thought it blew up with Throcky boy but we seen two people running away with something shinny looking, but that could be anything ya know". The Chairman just stared at the two lackeys on the laptop screen. "No, I don't know" was his simple icy reply. "Who were they?" the Chairman asked. The first thought a minute an said, "Well, one looked like a lil girl, and we're pretty sure the other was Harry.....Lang, yeah Harry Lang." At the mention of Lang's name, the Chairman's face quickly changed from cold to hot. "Then I suggest you two follow Mr. Harry Lang and take that bird from him!!!!! Got it?????!!!!!!!" Even though separated by cyberspace, the anger in the Chairman's voice and the look on his face truely frightned the two rouges. The first quickly spoke, "Yeah, you bet......good as caught he is". And with that, the connection was terminated. The Chairman sat at his large desk, thinking outloud, "So, the old man has made Harry Lang his delivery boy. I've got to make sure his loses that golden package and I can't count on those two brainless idiots". Suddnenly he got an idea. He pressed a button, and a tall, musclar looking brunette woman entered the room. Her gaze was as cold and somber as the Chairman's had been a moment ago. She spoke coldly, "Executer model Athena reporting Mr. Chairmain. What is my mission?" The Chairman answered her with an evil smile, "A simple snatch and kill job my pet. Snatch the Golden Nightingale and kill Harry Lang."

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2019-10-23T22:06:50Z

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	Our story so far: The year is 2021. Hero for Hire Harry Lang and his little blonde android partner, Cricket have been brought to Old Chicago by Carl Throckhammer, a reclusive genius. He has hired the pair to deliver a golden nightingale to St. Louis. Our heros are about to learn why the faux bird is so valuable when Cricket detectes a bomb in Throckhammer's place. Running for their lives, the bomb goes off and Throckhammer is nowhere to be seen. Our story now continues:		Our story so far: The year is 2021. Hero for Hire Harry Lang and his little blonde android partner, Cricket have been brought to Old Chicago by Carl Throckhammer, a reclusive genius. He has hired the pair to deliver a golden nightingale to St. Louis. Our heros are about to learn why the faux bird is so valuable when Cricket detectes a bomb in Throckhammer's place. Running for their lives, the bomb goes off and Throckhammer is nowhere to be seen. Our story now continues:

	On the edge of the Illinois/Missouri border, on what was once a long forgotten Native American site lies the domed city of New Chicago. It's a pristine looking almost eerie looking place. It's citizens, blissfully happy and carefree. Here, one company provides them with all their wants and needs. And in return, same said citizens work and give their lives to that one company. That company, of course occupies the tallest tower in the dome. And that copmany is known as GobalCom. And on the top floor of that tallest tower sits a man known simply as the Chairman. Few have ever seen him, but those that do never forget him. A tall rather lean looking man, always dressed in white. His head balding, his looks and demeanor ice cold. Those he has chosen to grace his ~~presance~~ with have never seen him smile. This day was no exception.		On the edge of the Illinois/Missouri border, on what was once a long forgotten Native American site lies the domed city of New Chicago. It's a pristine looking almost eerie looking place. It's citizens, blissfully happy and carefree. Here, one company provides them with all their wants and needs. And in return, same said citizens work and give their lives to that one company. That company, of course occupies the tallest tower in the dome. And that copmany is known as GobalCom. And on the top floor of that tallest tower sits a man known simply as the Chairman. Few have ever seen him, but those that do never forget him. A tall rather lean looking man, always dressed in white. His head balding, his looks and demeanor ice cold. Those he has chosen to grace his presence with have never seen him smile. This day was no exception.
	The Chairman was speaking to two rather filthy looking persons via his laptop. "We planted the bomb at the old coot's place, just like ya said." "Yeah, you shudda seen the fireworks", the other said gleefully, "a right pretty kaboom it was." he continued backing his statement up wuth a rather sickinging laugh. The Chairman seemed unimpressed. "And the....old coot I trust is no longer a threat?" The pair on the screen thought a moment. "Well", the first one said, "he has to be, I mean it was a REAL big kaboom, ya know?" "And the item??" the Chairmain asked coldly. This brought another long silence, and finally the second one spoke first, "Well a.....funny thing that.....we thought it blew up with Throcky boy but we seen two people running away with something shinny looking, but that could be anything ya know". The Chairman just stared at the two lackeys on the laptop screen. "No, I don't know" was his simple icy reply. "Who were they?" the Chairman asked. The first thought a minute an said, "Well, one looked like a lil girl, and we're pretty sure the other was Harry.....Lang, yeah Harry Lang." At the mention of Lang's name, the Chairman's face quickly changed from cold to hot. "Then I suggest you two follow Mr. Harry Lang and take that bird from him!!!!! Got it?????!!!!!!!" Even though seperated by cyberspace, the anger in the Chairman's voice and the look on his face truely frightned the two rouges. The first quickly spoke, "Yeah, you bet......good as caught he is". And with that, the connection was terminated. The Chairman sat at his large desk, thinking outloud, "So, the old man has made Harry Lang his delivery boy. I've got to make sure his loses that golden package and I can't count on those two brainless idiots". Suddnenly he got an idea. He pressed a button, and a tall, musclar looking brunette woman entered the room. Her gaze was as cold and somber as the Chairman's had been a moment ago. She spoke coldly, "Executer model Athena reporting Mr. Chairmain. What is my mission?" The Chairman answered her with an evil smile, "A simple snatch and kill job my pet. Snatch the Golden Nightingale and kill Harry Lang."		The Chairman was speaking to two rather filthy looking persons via his laptop. "We planted the bomb at the old coot's place, just like ya said." "Yeah, you shudda seen the fireworks", the other said gleefully, "a right pretty kaboom it was." he continued backing his statement up wuth a rather sickinging laugh. The Chairman seemed unimpressed. "And the....old coot I trust is no longer a threat?" The pair on the screen thought a moment. "Well", the first one said, "he has to be, I mean it was a REAL big kaboom, ya know?" "And the item??" the Chairmain asked coldly. This brought another long silence, and finally the second one spoke first, "Well a.....funny thing that.....we thought it blew up with Throcky boy but we seen two people running away with something shinny looking, but that could be anything ya know". The Chairman just stared at the two lackeys on the laptop screen. "No, I don't know" was his simple icy reply. "Who were they?" the Chairman asked. The first thought a minute an said, "Well, one looked like a lil girl, and we're pretty sure the other was Harry.....Lang, yeah Harry Lang." At the mention of Lang's name, the Chairman's face quickly changed from cold to hot. "Then I suggest you two follow Mr. Harry Lang and take that bird from him!!!!! Got it?????!!!!!!!" Even though seperated by cyberspace, the anger in the Chairman's voice and the look on his face truely frightned the two rouges. The first quickly spoke, "Yeah, you bet......good as caught he is". And with that, the connection was terminated. The Chairman sat at his large desk, thinking outloud, "So, the old man has made Harry Lang his delivery boy. I've got to make sure his loses that golden package and I can't count on those two brainless idiots". Suddnenly he got an idea. He pressed a button, and a tall, musclar looking brunette woman entered the room. Her gaze was as cold and somber as the Chairman's had been a moment ago. She spoke coldly, "Executer model Athena reporting Mr. Chairmain. What is my mission?" The Chairman answered her with an evil smile, "A simple snatch and kill job my pet. Snatch the Golden Nightingale and kill Harry Lang."

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