Issue #12

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"Too Many Doctors"

by Chuck "da `Cat!" Burke

“So, let's see: we've got a Doctor Mid-Nite running the DEO, and another one here. We've got a new Mr. Terrific, and we've got an enemy of the original Mr. Terrific calling the shots for the Mid-Nite at DEO. We've got a splinter DEO group that's fighting against the rest of the organization. Am I missing anything?” Wildcat looked around the room, taking in the faces of Charles McNider, the original Doctor Mid-Nite, Michael Holt, the heir to the name Mr. Terrific, and Jed Magurskey of the DEO.

“Just Pietor,” replied McNider, referring to his protege who had been injured during an earlier attack on McNider's home by the DEO. “I'm waiting until he wakes up to run some tests.”

“So, who is this Black Barax guy you mentioned? “ asked Jed. “I've been with DEO for five years, and I've never heard of him.”

“Probably not more than a dozen people who've heard of him, and most of those folks are in the JSA.” Wildcat stood up and walked around the room. “Mr. Terrific – the original one, that is- fought him once.”

“When was that?”

“That's the tough one. Terry was in his early thirties when he fought him, but it took place a couple hundred years in the future. He was trying to take over the global government in the future, when mankind had become totally pacifistic. They used a sort of time transporter to snag a hero from the twentieth century to help them out.”

The DEO squadron commander shook his head. “Seems twisted to me, but that's nothing new. I've worked for five years for a government agency that seems determined to get rid of costumed superheroes, the people I've looked up to since I was a kid. I can believe pretty much anything, I suppose.”

“What I believe is that it's time we take Barax out of the picture.” McNider looked around. “Not that I'm going in there and kicking him out, but we can't leave him in power there.”

“I agree, Charlie,” said Wildcat. “Bones and his folks have been a pain in the JSA's keister for years now. Nobody's ever figured out why, but this makes sense.”

Mr. Terrific nodded agreement. “The Justice League has had problems with the DEO, too. Jed, if you don't mind, I'd like to try tapping into the DEO's computer systems. Can you access their intranet remotely?”

“I have access. But they keep everything pretty well locked down there.”

Terrific smiled. “That’s all right. Picking locks is a hobby of mine.”

In a nondescript building on the outskirts of Washington DC, a blonde man sat at a desk tinkering with an odd electronic device. He nodded in satisfaction, then pressed a sequence of buttons on the device.

“It's about time I heard from you.” spoke a voice from the device a few minutes later. “It's been nearly a year. What happened?”

“The communicator got knocked off my desk. It took me a while to get it working again.”

“So what is the status?”

“My attempt to infiltrate the Justice Society's headquarters during the confusion of the invasion was unsuccessful, resulting in the destruction of the Mid-Nite agent that I sent. Since that time, I have tried, without success, to recruit any of Sloane's former comrades in the Justice Society to help our organization. I have discovered that the real Doctor Mid-Nite still lives, and I dispatched a strike team to capture him and others who have been working with him.”

“How is the genetic overlay process proceeding?”

“My own overlay is holding up perfectly. The agent that was sent to the Justice Society headquarters was able to fool their security systems, although his physical appearance was not a match for McNider. I have introduced the process in the DEO laboratories, and we have proceeded with your plan. Ninety vagrants have been picked up from cities around the country and are currently undergoing the process, which should be complete tonight.”

“Excellent. What about the time grabber?”

“It has taken longer than expected to create some of the alloys. The lack of fusion power in this era has also made it more difficult to get a reliable power source, but I have made arrangements for the DEO to take over a nuclear fission power plant in upstate New York. Our records now show that a Kobra cult cell is using the plant as a staging area for a strike on New York City, so we can move into it with impunity. I anticipate having the time grabber ready to bring you back to this era within forty-eight hours.”

“Very well, McNider. I will check back at this time tomorrow.”

“Nine Mile Point, reactor number two.” Mr. Terrific looked up from a computer screen. “Sound familiar, Ted?”

“Yeah, it’s on the shore of Lake Ontario, just north of Syracuse. What’s the deal?”

“I don’t know, but the DEO is planning a major operation there. They’re mobilizing three large transport choppers, and three dozen field agents for it. They’re scheduled to move out tomorrow morning.”

“Do they have the rosters on there?” Jed Magursky leaned over Terrific’s shoulder and peered at the screen. “This could be it. Those are all the most gung-ho, anti-meta agents in the department. Except for two of them.”

“Your people?” asked Charles McNider.

Magursky nodded. “I’ve told a couple of them to stick with these crews, and go along with them. But if there’s a confrontation, I know which way they’ll go.”

Wildcat glanced at the screen, trying to discern details from the information displayed. “So, what are we looking at here? A threat to blow the reactor?”

“I don’t think so,” replied Terrific. “I think they’re looking at it as a power source.”

“Helluva power source – what are they trying to run with it?”

McNider looked up from one of Terry Sloane’s old notebooks. “Here’s a possibility. Terry described the device used to transport him into Barax’s time. From his notes, it looks like it could be used to pull someone from another time, and to put them back to their original timeframe, but it could not be used to just go to another point in time.”

“So, if Barax wanted to come here himself, he’d have to get someone to build one of these things here and now?” Wildcat scratched his head. “That what you’re getting at, Charlie?”

“Pretty much. And based on the notes Terry wrote after his return, that device would need a very large power source. When it happened, he noted that nothing powerful enough existed, but that was over fifty years ago.”

“So, what do we do now?”

“You asked to see me, Chief?” Cameron Chase stepped into the well-appointed office of Director Bones in the DEO headquarters.

“I’m glad I caught you before you left, Chase.” Bones reached under his desk with one hand, holding the other up to forestall any further conversation. “There. We’re secure.”

“Secure?”

“Every government office has its bugs. The trick is knowing what and where they are, and how to disable them. Right now, they’re recording a benign conversation, patched together from previous recordings.”

“What’s going on?” asked the long-time DEO agent.

“Trust me, Cameron, you don’t want to know. What you need to know, is that I’m going out of town for a while. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I want to you keep an eye on things here. And more importantly, I want you to be ready to use your judgment, your moral judgment, and be willing to let that override your personal prejudices when the time comes. I have confidence that you know who you can really trust when push comes to shove. Follow that instinct during the next few days.”

Chase shook her head. “What? I don’t understand.”

Bones struck a match and lit a cigarette. “You will, Chase. You will.”

“You really think this is going to work, Charlie?” Wildcat hefted a fist-sized grenade in his hand. “I mean, I know your blackout bombs are great at keeping people from seeing anything, but that nuke plant has serious security systems.”

“It will work, Ted. Michael and I developed this enhanced blackout bomb, incorporating some of the nano-technology he used in his mask. Microscopic electronic emitters, borne on the gas from the bomb, will block anyone in its area of effect from electronic detection, and the gas itself blocks light, sound, and even odors.” Charles McNider handed Wildcat a bandolier with a dozen of the grenades attached.

“We’ve only got four dozen of them, so we can’t give many to all of Macgruder’s DEO agents. But these should be enough for us to get into the plant tonight.” Mr. Terrific strapped a similar bandolier over his chest.

“So we get to play Dr. Mid-Nite, eh?” Wildcat hung the belt across one shoulder as McNider handed him a second one. “I wish you were in condition to come along with us, Charlie. Tain’t nobody who knows how to operate in the dark like you.”

“That may be true,” said a new voice to the conversation. “But I’m willing to give it a shot.”

Wildcat, Mr. Terrific and McNider all turned toward the doorway of McNider’s study. There, a tall figure clad in red, black and dark green stood. A blood-red tunic covered his mid-section and upper arms, and dropped down in the front and back halfway down his thighs. A black bodysuit was worn under the tunic, complete with a tight-fitting black cowl that left the lower part of his face uncovered. Greenish glass lenses were fitted into the cowl, a faint glow visible in the glass if one looked at them at the right angle. A cape of green, dark enough that it looked black under certain lights, fell from his shoulders to below his knees. Around the forearms, the calves, and his waist were compartmented belts. Burnished brass buttons, shaped like a crescent moon, held the tunic closed in the front.

“Pietor?” asked Mr. Terrific.

“Yeah. After all these years of following in your footsteps as a doctor, Charles, it looks like I’m going to follow your bootsteps as well.” Pietor Cross peeled the cowl back, revealing his pale, handsome face and wavy black hair.

Wildcat glanced at McNider. “What’s the deal? That blaster shot do the same thing to him that the explosion did to you?”

“Not quite.” McNider took off the dark glasses he wore, holding them up towards the overhead light. “My optic nerves became overly sensitive to light, so my lenses, in these glasses or in my Mid-Nite costume, blocked nearly all light, so I could see. Pietor’s eyes were electrified, and the energy hasn’t bled off. He can see in normal light, can’t you?”

“Well enough. The difference comes when I look through the starlight lenses. Not only can I see in the dark, I can see through most materials. The lenses in this cowl are adjustable, so I can control how much my vision can penetrate.”

“Huh. Sounds like Superman’s vision. Can you shoot heat beams out of your eyes, too?”

“Not yet.” Wildcat turned back towards McNider. “I’m serious. Neither Michael nor I recognize the energy patterns of the blaster rifles the DEO agents were using, and we haven’t had time to analyze it. It’s possible that the energy charge could grow stronger over time. In which case, anything is possible.”

“Well, until then, I hope you don’t mind that I took the liberty of modifying one of your old costumes. Perhaps the sight of a ‘real’ Dr. Mid-Nite will spook the fake McNider at DEO.”

“All right, then,” said Wildcat, smacking his right fist into his left palm. “Enough talking and planning. Let’s get moving. We told Jed that we’d meet his boys in Oswego by eight o’clock. The JSA teleporter can get us there in less than five minutes.” He tossed his second bandolier of blackout bombs to the new Dr. Mid-Nite. “You might want these, kid.”

“So, how did you happen to have a staging area just four miles from the power plant, Jed?” Wildcat stared out through the rain from the cockpit of a DEO transport as it skimmed over the waters of Lake Ontario.

“Family. That stretch of road along the shore used to have about 20 summer camps and year-round homes, until the packaging plant took the property via eminent domain. They were going to build a coal-gasification plant to drive the furnaces in their plant. EPA shut down the plans, and the beach road has been sitting deserted for five years.” Magurskey glanced back toward the shore, invisible in the darkness. “My mother-in-law lived there before that. Used to be a nice place to spend a summer weekend.”

“Power plants coming up, sir,” reported the DEO agent piloting the transport.

“Three nuclear plants, the one we want is the one with the cooling tower.” Mr. Terrific was bent over a laptop computer, comparing readouts from the transport’s navigation system with the information coming in from his t-spheres. “And I’m picking up signs of activity in the building just north of the reactor building. According to the plant schematics, it’s a warehouse used during refueling operations.” He turned to the pilot. “Can you get us in directly off the water, or do you want to go inland and come at it from the south.”

“Overland. Homeland Security has beefed up security on these installations, and the assumption is that an attack would come from the water.” Mr. Terrific and Wildcat both nodded assent, and the pilot guided the transport silently over woods and farmland. Outside, four-inch metal balls floated around, monitoring everything from atmospheric pressure to the number of times the squirrel watching from a Douglas fir tree twitched his tail. A pick-up truck passed down the road, music blaring through a barely-opened window. As it rounded a bend beyond the power plant complex, Mr. Terrific nodded. “Nothing else in sight. Target is bearing 18 degrees, let’s move in.”

“You’re kidding, right? What’s really going on?”

“Ah, Director Bones, what’s going on is the furtherment of the mission of the Department of Extranormal Operations. Surely, you must understand that the world would be much better off without the involvement of these super-powered interlopers, and their sorry imitators who put on costumes without so much as the advantage of an innate power? The chaos their kind wreaks in the world can only come to ill. What we do tonight will be a step forward in eliminating this threat to the world.” Executive Director McNider of the DEO paused to study the information displayed on a computer screen. “Good, just about ten minutes more.”

“What are you, nuts? You used to be one of those costumed heroes, Chief. What’s got you all twisted up about the heroes?”

“The future, Bones. I have seen the future, and what comes of allowing aliens and Amazons and freaks of nature to protect mankind. Mankind became soft, dependent, and passive. Mad scientists playing around with human genetics will create abominations that-“

“Ahem.” Bones’ eyeless sockets were directed at McNider’s face..

“You and your fellow Helix broodmates are nothing compared to the horrors that await the human race. It is why I arranged for you to join the DEO, because you are the product of such manipulations, and can surely see why it cannot be allowed to continue.”

“Okay, okay, Doc, lighten up. You’ve got yourself a real serious case of paranoia going on here, but let’s get back to the matter at hand. What the hell are we doing here?”

“We are here to welcome the man responsible for the creation of the DEO, the man who, literally, made me what I am today.” A loud buzzer sounded from the equipment that the DEO crew had brought into the training center on the site of the power plant.

“Power levels have reached optimal parameters, sir,” reported one of the technicians.

“Excellent!” said McNider as he sat at a control console. He typed in a series of codes, then manipulated a trackball set into the console. “There he is, just as he said. Now,” McNider punched a button next to the screen, and one end of the room erupted in a shimmering display of lights. There was a sound like a great wind, then a man staggered through the light show.”

“Hah! It worked!” The man who stepped forward was short and slight of build, with a narrow face crowned by a ragged mop of dark brown hair. He had a hawkish nose set between dark, narrow-set eyes. He was dressed in a brown robe and sandals, not unlike those seen in paintings from the time of the Romans. “I was afraid you might not finish in time for us to prevent the coming influx of metahumans, but succeeded, my friend.”

Executive Director McNider smiled and bowed. “There were difficulties, but we managed to overcome them.” He turned toward Bones. “Director Bones, meet Black Barax. He is the man who made the DEO, and your position, possible.”

“You’ll excuse me if I don’t shake hands, Mr. ahh-“

“You may simply call me Barax. For now, at least. In my time, we have dropped the notion of surnames, in favor of titles or descriptors. Not unlike yourself.” Barax looked around. “Where is my army? You said they would be ready.”

“They are, my lord. They are,” assured McNider.

“Huge power surge, then it cut out completely,” reported Mr. Terrific. “If they were trying to bring something, or someone, through that time portal, I think we’re too late.”

“I can put us down on the roof,” reported the pilot.

“Do it,” replied Magursky. “As soon as we’re down, I want teams going down the walls and in through the windows. Teams on the roof covering each of the access doors, and a double team on the side with the truck bays. Nothing gets out, understood?” There was a chorus of assent among the DEO agents on the transport.

“There’s a skylight here,” said Terrific, indicating a spot on the blueprints what were displayed in a projected image from one of his T-spheres. “Wildcat, Doc, the three of us will go in that way. Use the blackout bombs, give our men as much of an advantage as we can.”

Wildcat cracked his knuckles and smiled. “Now you’re talking my kind of work.”

Doors slid out of the way on either side of the transport as it descended to the rooftop. Before it touched down, men were leaping from the silenced helicopter. Taking up positions along the edges of the roof, groups started dropping secured lines over the sides.

Last out of the transport, Wildcat, Mid-Nite and Terrific made their way to the skylight. After the last man dropped over the side of the building, Terrific held up a hand with his fingers splayed apart. Nodding his head, he folded his fingers down indicating a five-second countdown. When his last finger dropped, all three jumped onto the steel-framed glass panel

They crashed through and dropped thirty feet, slowed at the end by lines they’d anchored above. Looking around, they took in the scene of Bones, Director McNider and a stranger in a brown robe, standing before a device that seemed to be generating a glowing energy portal.

“Shut it down!” barked Wildcat, directing his words at Mr. Terrific. “You got the best shot at that.”

“On it,” replied the man of 1000 talents as he dashed for the console.

Dr. Mid-Nite tossed one of the modified blackout bombs at Barax’s feet, and a large portion of the room was enveloped in darkness. With only slight hesitation, the young physician turned in the darkness and tackled the man who appeared to be his long-time mentor.

Kid’s got guts, no question about that, thought Wildcat as he scanned the blacked-out area with the enhanced vision afforded by the lenses in his mask. Unsure about Bones’ role in the situation, the ex-heavyweight champ charged into the robed figure.

“Brainless dolt! Do you think you can simply pummel the greatest mind of a future time into submission?” shrieked Barax.

“I can sure as hell try, can’t I?” growled Wildcat, landing a hard right in the stomach of Barax. He followed this with a left uppercut to the chin, sending the skinny man flying in the darkness.

In the confusion, Director Bones made for the door to the warehouse where nearly 100 men, pulled from the streets by teams of DEO agents and subjected to McNider’s rehabilitation program were waiting along with three dozen agents. Bones had tried expressing reservations about trying to remake these people into a special DEO strike force, but McNider had insisted the approvals for the program came from a higher authority. Now, Bones was starting to realize that the higher authority was not one within the US government. Still, they would be useful against the current attack by Wildcat and his allies.

Pushing through the door to the warehouse, he found a full-blown battle in progress. At first he had trouble telling the combatants apart, as they were all either the modified subjects or DEO agents. After a moment, he realized that about two dozen of the agents had patches of yellow tape on their helmets. He surmised that these were allies of Wildcat and his team. Invisible to anyone looking on, Bone’s mouth turned up in a grin. Seeing that some of his own people were working with the heroes convinced him that he’d been duped by McNider all these years.

“Cramer! Hopkins! Call off your teams!” Bones’ voice cut above the noise of the fighting, even as one part of the warehouse was enveloped in darkness. The team leaders of the DEO forces glanced toward him for confirmation. From across the room, Jed Magurskey heard the order, and issued one of his own on his team’s communication circuit.

“Lay off the other DEO forces, focus on the blondes without headgear. But be careful, some of those agents may not have gotten the word.”

The blondes, as Magurskey called them, were virtually identical. They were all clad in black and red bodysuits, styled to resemble the original Dr. Mid-Nite’s costume. All were uniformly blonde, average height, slightly more muscular than average, and all were now attacking anybody in DEO body armor.

Back in the office area, Barax had staggered back to his feet and rushed Wildcat as Dr. Mid-Nite squared off against Director McNider.

“I was starting to think you’d be a total pushover!” grunted Wildcat as he was thrown backward by Barax. He fell to his back and raised his feet, catching the madman in the stomach. He kicked up, sending the smaller man backwards, then flexed his back and came up on both feet with his hands held out in a guarded stance. “Any luck with that gizmo, Terrific?”

Mid-Nite brought one leg up in a side kick to McNider’s chest that had little effect. “Oof! Like kicking a wall!”

McNider responded with a pair of punches to the physician’s face that rocked him back. “Yeah, when Barax pulled me into his time and made me over, he made a few little improvements. A shame I couldn’t duplicate that process with the technology available in this time.”

Ducking under another pair of punches, Mid-Nite slammed his fist into McNider’s stomach to drive the air from his lungs. As McNider staggered back, Mid-Nite hooked one of his legs and flipped the DEO head to the ground.

“I think I’ve got it!” called Mr. Terrific from the console of the time grabber. There was a loud hum, which quickly grew to a dull roar. “Get him over toward the portal!”

Wildcat slammed Barax with an uppercut to the stomach that once again drove the breath from the madman. Through the dissipating black cloud in the office area, Wildcat could see the glowing portal expanding in size. He threw one, two, three punches that sent Barax stumbling back towards the portal. “You got that thing under control? Looks like it’s growing!”

“If I’m making sense of the controls, nothing can go through it but him,” responded Mr. Terrific. “But I’m not sure how long it will keep working.”

As Wildcat continued to force the robed man backwards, Dr. Mid_Nite reached into one of the pouches on his costume and pulled something out. He lunged at the faux-McNider, and jabbed a hypodermic needle into the other man’s thigh. “I had that ready in case of a medical emergency, but that sedative ought to slow you down.”

McNider reached for the new hero’s throat, wrapping his hands around it tightly. “Not enough, you wannabe. I’ve spent years playing the part of a sanctimonious hero, if I’m going down, I’m taking his rookie replacement with me!”

“You think so? Sorry, but that’s just not happening today.” Mid-Nite’s hands snaked up between McNider’s arms, one hand wrapped around the other. He drove the double-fist into McNider’s nose with an audible crunch. The grip loosened, and Mid-Nite grabbed both of McNider’s arms, turned, and threw the DEO executive director over his shoulder.

“Look out!” cried Terrific as McNider crashed into the equipment generating the portal. Sparks flew and the portal flickered, then flared brighter. Barax was five feet away from the glowing ring. He let out an unearthly shriek as, first, his arms and legs broke apart, then the rest of his body, each glowing piece elongating for a brief time as it was drawn toward the center of the portal. When the last bit of him disappeared, there was a rushing sound, then the generating equipment imploded on itself and the portal disappeared.

“No!” screamed McNider as he lay in the remains of the equipment. Even as he screamed, flames flickered around his collar and the cuffs of his shirt. As Wildcat, Dr. Mid-Nite and Mr. Terrific watched, his body was consumed in a flash fire that left nothing but ashes in his suit.

“What the devil happened to him?” asked Mid-Nite, adjusting his goggles to examine the remains. “Looks like some sort of spontaneous combustion.”

“Yeah, seems to be an issue with these folks that get made over with Barax’s whoo-doo. This happened to the fake Dr. Mid-Nite that showed up at JSA headquarters last year.” Wildcat looked toward the door into the warehouse area. “I saw Bones head into there, we ought to check it out.”

“Agreed,” replied Mr. Terrific, leading the way into the bigger room. Inside, they saw the armored DEO agents, led by Magursky and Bones, battling the transformed duplicates of Charles McNider. “Oh, hell, this isn’t going to end well, is it?”

“I don’t think so, Michael,” replied Mid-Nite as he shook his head. “Looks like a couple of them are already starting to burn out.”

Indeed, around the room, a dozen of the McNider clones were bursting into flames. Wildcat keyed the communicator in his cowl. “Jed, tell your boys, those dudes in the Mid-Nite uniforms are starting to go up in flames.”

“Already noticed it, Wildcat. We’re trying to lay off the attacks, but they keep coming at us.”

In a matter of moments, the only people left in the warehouse were Wildcat, Dr. Mid-Nite, Mr. Terrific, Director Bones, Jed Magursky, and the squads of DEO agents. “Jeez, how the hell do we explain this to anyone?” asked Jed.

“The way I look at it,” replied Bones, pulling out a cigar and lighting it up, “we don’t explain anything we don’t have to. I’ll have to explain what happened to my boss, and because of the way this was all set up, there won’t be any public fuss about it because he didn’t officially exist. He was already dead as far as anybody knew, and the agency would rather he be remembered as a hero rather than for the lunatic he became.”

“There’s a problem with that, Bones,” said Wildcat. “That wasn’t the real McNider, which I figure you must have at least suspected. Just like the poor saps in here, he was doctored up by Barax and sent back to set this all up. That’s why he went up in flames like these guys did.”

“They were dead from the time this DNA mapping process was done on them, if you ask me,” added Mr. Terrific. “It was only a matter of time, and stress.”

“Put your men to work cleaning up the remains, Jed.” Bones turned and walked back into the office. “Anything left of this contraption that might be of use?”

Terrific answered. “Nothing but slag now.”

Wildcat asked “What happened to Barax? I get the feeling that wasn’t the way the machine was supposed to work.”

“No telling. Most likely dead, but maybe just pulled to some different point in time.” Terrific shrugged. “Happened too fast for me to tell, but I might find something when I download the video logs from my spheres.”

“Nah, I don’t care what they show, I just hope this guy can’t come back and bother us again.”

Epilogue 1:

In a place untouched by time, a screen lit up and caught the attention of one of the place’s two inhabitants.

“Hmmm? Interesting, another candidate, and just in time.”

“What’s that?”

“A rather obscure figure, who made his mark much further along the timestream than our other subjects, finds himself floating unbound through the miasma of creation. A perfect template upon which to base our next prison for Extant.”

“Black Barax? Didn’t he make several trips back to the twentieth and twenty-first centuries?”

“Not in this reality. But he made one trip, which was enough to capture his essence.” The Time Trapper set to work, weaving a tapestry of reality and fantasy about the transformed being that had been Barax.

Epilogue 2:

Ted Grant had spent two days catching up with Charles McNider and his young protégés. He arrived back home, after a teleportational bounce courtesy of the JSA’s Higher Authority, shortly before midnight. Arriving at his apartment, he was not surprised to find Abby Walker there. What did surprise him was that she was not alone in the living room when he arrived. Facing away from him in a chair, he could see that she was a tall, slender someone with dark skin and darker hair. She seemed very familiar.

“It’s about time you got home. Same old Ted, catting around till all hours, just like Papa always said.”

“Papa?” asked Ted as the woman stood and turned toward him.

“Si. So, Uncle Ted, don’t you have a hug for your god daughter?”

“Yolanda?”

If you don’t know who just showed up at the end here, go catch up on FauxDC’s Power Girl series. For that matter, take a look there for a clue about what happened in the first epilogue, too.

And if you’ve got questions, comments, rants, whatever, send them to FDCWriter@hauntedparsonage.us!

Chuck
aka, da ‘Cat!