By the time Electra Storm began "It's All About Me", Harry and Simon had exchanged more than a few blows up in the control booth, and both looked pretty roughed up. When Simon heard the song in question, he grabbed Harry hard by the throat.
"You hear that?" Crawson said with an evil grin. "When the song ends, Miss Electra Storm will lie dead on stage for all the world to see. And this little black box at the bottom of the console will light up like the bloody war just started again. And when the lights come alive, they'll send a signal to all those kids down there wearing Electra Storm headbands."
It was hard for Harry to talk with Simon's hand gripping his throat, but he tried anyway.
"All those High School kids in the front section?" he asked.
"Right" Simon answered with a smirk. "The song will play over and over in their poor mushy heads. And along with the song, a message telling them them Electra wants them to all fly to Old Chicago to destroy and smash everything in sight, and kill anyone standing in the way."
Harry knew if Simon rambled on long enough, he would find the opening he needed to escape his grip.
"Thanks pal" Harry said with a smirk of his own. "That's all I needed to know!" Harry elbowed Soming hard in the abdomen. They went back and forth for a few seconds before Simon thew Harry to the floor, picking up a blunt object aimed right for Lang's head.
"Simon says it's time to die." But just then, Simon was knocked cold from behind. When Simon fell, Bill Decker was standing there, a laser rifle in his hand.
"And your Uncle Billy says it's nap time" Decker quipped. Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
"What the hell kept you?" he asked. Decker smiled and helped his old friend up.
"Do you have any idea what traffic is like in these blasted domes on a Friday night....or any night for that matter."
"Never mind that" Harry said, and he pointed to the box that Simon had mentioned. "We've gotta crank this thing open before Electra Storm finshes this song!"
Without another word, Decker grabbed some sort of small box out of his shirt pocket, attatching it to the bigger one. All the lights came on at once and a disc popped out. Harry grabbed it and had Bill find a clean disc, which he did.
"Now we send our own message" Harry said with a smile.
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While all this was happening, Cricket was still watching Bobbie Maxwall, dancing next to Electra Storm, ready to make her move. The robot girl ran to Frank King.
"Are you in contact with the band?" she asked frantically.
"Yeah of course but --"
Before he could say anything else Cricket told him, "Great, tell the guiter player to keep soloing, keep playing, do anything but do NOT end that song!" And with that, Cricket dashed out onto the stage. She began to dance in time with the music, moving rather stiff and jerky, dancing well...like a robot. The android then went into a cartwheel and backflip combination pulling Bobbie away from Electra. The diva looked a little lost at first but then saw Cricket and kept the number going. What happend next can only be described as theatre of the very bizzare. Cricket and Bobbie were locked into a rocking dance of their own while engaging in verbal banter.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Kepping you from comitting another murder."
"What are you talking about?"
"You killed Erin."
"And why would I do that."
"As dress rehersal for tonight. You were doing a dance just like this. And when you knew no one would notice, you zapped poor Erin in a small exposed panel only you knew was exposed. It overloaded all of her circuts, and destroyed her CPU. Then you tried to put the blame on Mark Davis."
"Electra told me what you said to her. Erin never even tried to mention my name."
"That's becaure she had no idea it was you. You had Jason wear that headband before everybody else, then you had him open Erin's panel, and told him to forget everything afterward. Jason was just a guinea pig for tonight too."
"And why would I do all this."
"Easy. Your Electra's right hand girl. You made friends with her and made sure you were the one she trusted above everybody else. And once she's dead, you take her place, and all the fame and glory is yours...yours and Simon Crawson's. You gave yourself away when you tried to kill me. You went out of your way to tell me it was a woman behind all this. And only one woman here could pull all this off." Cricket supn Bobbie around, getting close to her, looking right up at her. "And that's you." Bobbie glared back at her, bringing the little shock device in full view.
"I don't need to have an exposed panel for you.....Missy. I can mess you up just enough so you can't stop me." She lunged for Cricket's stomach where the robot girl's CPU was located. Cricket had faster reflexes on her side, and kicked the device out of Bobbie's hand, sending it airborne. It landed at Cricket's feet, and she promptly crushed it. Bobbie flew into a rage, grabbed a cable and headed for Electra.
"Die Electra Storm Die!!!!!" she cried out, the cable in hand, intending to choke the life out of the diva. Again, Cricket's lighting reflexes came in handy. The fembot grabbed the slack of the cable, and yanked it back, taking Bobbie with it. She wrapped the cable around Bobbie and danced her off stage. Cricket gave a thumbs up to Electra, and after 10 minutes, "It's All About Me" came to an end. The arena crowd went wild, suddenly chanting, "GlobalCon Sucks! GolbalCon Sucks!" Cricket looked up, using her enhanced vision to spot Harry. He saw Cricket on a moniter, and knew she could see him. He gave his wife an 'ok' sign. Then the crowd began a new chant. "The Chairman is a monkey! The Chairman is a monkey!" they all cried, not knowing exactly why, but it seemed like fun.
Up till this point, the Chairman had been watching the worldwide TV show with gleeful anticipation. But when "All About Me" ended, and Electra Storm was still standing, his mood changed quickly. And when the crowd started chanting what they did, the villian got a familiar sinking feeling that it had all gone wrong. He grabbed a phone.
"Stop the broadcast. Stop it now!!! Simon....do you hear me....Simon???"
A voice answered, but it wasn't Simon Crawson.
"Ah, sorry Lanny old buddy, but Simon...well he just got tuckered out. And I have no clue how to turn any of this stuff off. So I guess the show goes on."
The Chairman's blood boiled and it gritted one name through his teeth. "Harry Lang." The Chairman quickly pushed a button on the phone.
"Division 2....Come in Division 2. Harry Lang is the arena control booth. Stop him, now! Division 2 come in!!!" All he heard were snores. "Division 1...Harry and Cricket Lang are in the New Chicago Arena. Find them, stop them!!!" The reply he got enraged The Chairman even more.
"It's all about me...all about me....yaaa yaaa...mee mee...yaa yaa yaa"
Back on stage, Electra was ready to begin her next number, when she stopped and looked out at everybody. She pulled her headband off.
"You know what? These are really dorky looking, don't you think? Let's take these off." And one by one, they all came off. The crowd was now a bit reatless, wondering what was next. The diva took a large breath, grabbed a non-electric guitar and spoke.
"Ummmmm......my name is Ruby Summers, and this is my music, and I hope you like it."
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"Are you in contact with the band?" she asked frantically.
"Yeah of course but --"
Before he could say anything else Cricket told him, "Great, tell the guiter player to keep soloing, keep playing, do anything but do NOT end that song!" And with that, Cricket dashed out onto the stage. She began to dance in time with the music, moving rather stiff and jerky, dancing well...like a robot. The android then went into a cartwheel and backflip combination pulling Bobbie away from Electra. The diva looked a little lost at first but then saw Cricket and kept the number going. What happend next can only be described as theatre of the very bizzare. Cricket and Bobbie were locked into a rocking dance of their own while engaging in verbal banter.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Kepping you from comitting another murder."
"What are you talking about?"
"You killed Erin."
"And why would I do that."
"As dress rehersal for tonight. You were doing a dance just like this. And when you knew no one would notice, you zapped poor Erin in a small exposed panel only you knew was exposed. It overloaded all of her circuts, and destroyed her CPU. Then you tried to put the blame on Mark Davis."
"Electra told me what you said to her. Erin never even tried to mention my name."
"That's becaure she had no idea it was you. You had Jason wear that headband before everybody else, then you had him open Erin's panel, and told him to forget everything afterward. Jason was just a guinea pig for tonight too."
"And why would I do all this."
"Easy. Your Electra's right hand girl. You made friends with her and made sure you were the one she trusted above everybody else. And once she's dead, you take her place, and all the fame and glory is yours...yours and Simon Crawson's. You gave yourself away when you tried to kill me. You went out of your way to tell me it was a woman behind all this. And only one woman here could pull all this off." Cricket supn Bobbie around, getting close to her, looking right up at her. "And that's you." Bobbie glared back at her, bringing the little shock device in full view.
"I don't need to have an exposed panel for you.....Missy. I can mess you up just enough so you can't stop me." She lunged for Cricket's stomach where the robot girl's CPU was located. Cricket had faster reflexes on her side, and kicked the device out of Bobbie's hand, sending it airborne. It landed at Cricket's feet, and she promptly crushed it. Bobbie flew into a rage, grabbed a cable and headed for Electra.
"Die Electra Storm Die!!!!!" she cried out, the cable in hand, intending to choke the life out of the diva. Again, Cricket's lighting reflexes came in handy. The fembot grabbed the slack of the cable, and yanked it back, taking Bobbie with it. She wrapped the cable around Bobbie and danced her off stage. Cricket gave a thumbs up to Electra, and after 10 minutes, "It's All About Me" came to an end. The arena crowd went wild, suddenly chanting, "GlobalCon Sucks! GolbalCon Sucks!" Cricket looked up, using her enhanced vision to spot Harry. He saw Cricket on a moniter, and knew she could see him. He gave his wife an 'ok' sign. Then the crowd began a new chant. "The Chairman is a monkey! The Chairman is a monkey!" they all cried, not knowing exactly why, but it seemed like fun.
Up till this point, the Chairman had been watching the worldwide TV show with gleeful anticipation. But when "All About Me" ended, and Electra Storm was still standing, his mood changed quickly. And when the crowd started chanting what they did, the villian got a familiar sinking feeling that it had all gone wrong. He grabbed a phone.
"Stop the broadcast. Stop it now!!! Simon....do you hear me....Simon???"
A voice answered, but it wasn't Simon Crawson.
"Ah, sorry Lanny old buddy, but Simon...well he just got tuckered out. And I have no clue how to turn any of this stuff off. So I guess the show goes on."
The Chairman's blood boiled and it gritted one name through his teeth. "Harry Lang." The Chairman quickly pushed a button on the phone.
"Division 2....Come in Division 2. Harry Lang is the arena control booth. Stop him, now! Division 2 come in!!!" All he heard were snores. "Division 1...Harry and Cricket Lang are in the New Chicago Arena. Find them, stop them!!!" The reply he got enraged The Chairman even more.
"It's all about me...all about me....yaaa yaaa...mee mee...yaa yaa yaa"
Back on stage, Electra was ready to begin her next number, when she stopped and looked out at everybody. She pulled her headband off.
"You know what? These are really dorky looking, don't you think? Let's take these off." And one by one, they all came off. The crowd was now a bit reatless, wondering what was next. The diva took a large breath, grabbed a non-electric guitar and spoke.
"Ummmmm......my name is Ruby Summers, and this is my music, and I hope you like it."
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