This is,...THE DRAMATIC CLIMAX. Surgeon's warning; Do not read without holding on to something.
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COME ON,....read these first, or this ain't gonna make sense. #1 #2 #3 #4
It's not looking too good. Bonestrom and his brother Rockstrom have made it to the weaponized Zeus satellite's computer in the Black Caverns, and the Nexutron crew is nowhere in sight,...
Bonestrom; Ha ha! At last! And there's no one to stop me!
Bonestrom; I'm in! And,.....hold it. Where are the controls? The satellite feed? Program files? Anything? What's happened??
???; I'll be happy to explain!
Zam; Sorry I'm late, but I had to update my equipment. Did you honestly think I'd let you have the satellite for a minute, Bonestrom?
Bonestrom; What've you done??
Zam; After the first time I moved this, I stripped everything off this and now have everything with me! Naturally I left this here,....y'know, in case anybody wanted the "computer."
Bonestrom; FINE!! Say "adios" to your citizens!!
Zam; You quite certain they're toast?
Zam; Mr. Akama! How you doing, pal?
Kole Akama; Splendidly, sir! Everything went just fine!
Zam; You've got an audience, Kole. Care to explain?
Kole; It was excellent. Right after we tracked the signal from the first bomb, I got over here in the jet as fast as possible. (DID NOBODY NOTICE HE WAS GONE?)
Those professors weren't a problem at all. With some persuasion, they just sat there as I freed the hostages and deactivated all the teleportational missiles. The hostages are on their way home by various forms of transportation.
Zam; Grazi, Mr. Akama! Help yourself to whatever when you get back to the lair!
Bonestrom; But,...what,...how did you know he had succeeded?
Zam; When your second teleporter missile hit our train yeaterday, nobody and nothing was teleported. I figured he'd already done as I ordered. You're finished, Bonestrom!
Derek; Watch out!
Six guns and a missile launcher; *click click click cliclick click click click*
Rockstrom; Um, parlay?
Bonestrom; So now what, Zam? Kill me?
Zam; In your dreams, Bonestrom. I know a carbon-freeze operator who owes me a favor, and then I'll turn you over to the Metal Legion for imprisonment. That should keep you off the streets, don't you think?