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* LNH *

The time traveling caught the attention of the Fan.Dom of the
Alt.Ra. In a curious mood, he snatched Lurking Lass out of the
time stream, placing her in a stasis field to examine her.

"An evil seductive lurker from the future. . . How quaint! So, Y-
Plex Burp wishes to play time games. . . I shall let him proceed.
But, Lurking Girl WILL BE MINE!!! HAH HAH HAH HAH!!!"

The Fan.Dom put Lurking Lass back into the time stream to
complete her journey. She displaced Lurking Girl in the past.
As Lurking Girl headed to the future, the Fan.Dom grabbed her
from the stream and imprisoned her.

Lurking Lass was with the Legion for about five weeks. During
that time she attempted to manipulate events to her liking. She
seduced Rebel Yell, a rather simple job. She opposed the idea of
a co-leader, but, since Rebel Yell would not budge on the idea, she
nominated LNHers who would be ineffectual or easy to control.
She felt that it would better suit her plans if she stayed in the
background, secretly running things. Rebel Yell instead chose
Continuity Champ. Lurking Lass realized that, while seducing
Rebel Yell had been easy, further manipulation of him was near
impossible.

When he had left, she started to build a power base to oust
Continuity Champ. Due to his cosmic nature, she couldn't
manipulate him. She was about to unleash her plan,
throwing the LNH into chaos for Y-Plex Burp, when the Split
occurred, scattering the net.heroes.

Lurking Lass, herself, was thrown through the void. she made
her way across worlds, setting off wars and starting flames
where she could. She tried to create as much havoc as possible.
Eventually, she wandered into the Cyber-Punk Hierarchy. As
do most visitors to those worlds, she found herself at the bar
known as the Chatsubo.

She looked around, searching for someone useful. She found
that someone sitting at the bar, Netlurker. She studied him for
a moment, decided on her strategy and went up to him. They
talked for awhile and then left the bar together. What
happened next is unknown. It is assumed, though, that it was
at this time, Netlurker learned of the Legion of Net.Heroes and
turned his attention to its world.

After that Lurking Lass vanished. Neither the Fan.Dom or the
Chatsubo archives have records of her after her meeting with
Netlurker. It is surmised that she somehow became Out-Of-
Phase of L.E.G.I.O.N., but that is only a theory. No other
information has been found.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Program Ends."

"Lights." The HoloDecStation slowly became brighter, allowing
the two residents' eyes to adjust to the light. Rebel Yell turned
to Lurking Girl. Her eyes were red from crying. She was silent.

In a strained voice, he said, "I'm sorry. . ."

She turned toward him. "You're sorry? What are you sorry
for?!? All you did was fuck someone you thought was me! I
should be flattered!"

"Luri. . ."

She slapped him. "You bastard!!!" Lurking girl stormed out of
the HoloDecStation, leaving Rebel Yell alone.

And he stayed there. Sitting in the empty HoloDecStation. By
himself. Alone.

From the comm panel, Multi-Tasking Man's voice said, "Rebel
Yell? Lurking Girl just stopped by. She, uh, took her symbol off
the active board and threw it in the garbage. Reb, she seemed
very upset. She left the building, carrying a suitcase, like she
was leaving for good.. Uh, you want me to keep an eye on her?"

"No, it's over."

"I didn't catch that."

"Let her go. It's the way it had to be. The Fan.Dom's book said
so."

"You sure about this?"

"No, but I don't get a choice. Please seal the Lurking Lass files.
And, uh. . . thanks for your help, M-TM."

"Sure. Uhm, you coming up?"

"No, I think I'll stay here for a moment."



End Chapter 3



The 501 Blues: A Lurk of Faith
Epilogue: The Final Lurk
by SCAVENGER

Eventually, Rebel Yell left the HoloDecStation. He headed towards
his quarters, past the team pictures. He noticed Organic Lass
heading toward him from down the hall, but he decided that he'd
rather be alone, so he walked the other way.

He walked right into Pocket Man, who said, "Hey, Yell. I noticed
Lurking Girl leaving in a hurry earlier."

Pushing past him, Rebel Yell said, "Leave me alone, Poc."

Pocket Man followed him. "Looks like you blew it big time,
buddy. I got to thank you, though. The door is wide open for me
to sweep that bodacious babe off her feet!"

Time seemed to freeze. Rebel Yell spun around. There was a
flash of crimson, and Pocket Man fell to the ground, his stomach
ripped open. Rebel Yell turned back down the hall, blood dripping
from his clinched fists.

Organic Lass, seeing this, ran up to Poc. She pulled a stasis-pack
from her med-pouch and summoned an auto-stretcher. The pack
stabilized Pocket Man, but left him conscious. She told him, "Hold
on. You'll be ok. I'll get you to the Med Lab in as moment." She
ran up to and grabbed Rebel Yell on the shoulder. "What the hell
do you think you're doing!?! Who the. . ."

Rebel Yell turned and looked at her. Seeing his face, Ori stopped
talking. Her eyes seemed to be playing tricks on her. Rebel Yell
was one of her oldest friends. She could pick him out of any crowd.
But, just then, Reb's face looked. . . wrong. It was like there was a veil covering him, but there wasn't.

Rebel Yell turned and walked away. Organic Lass was going to
stop him, but Pocket Man called out, "Uh. . . Hey! Remember me?
The guy with the hole in his stomach?" Ori, reluctantly, turned
away and went to Poc. She signaled the auto-stretcher to pick
him up. As they headed toward the Med Lab, Poc said, "You are
so good to me."

She smiled, "That's my job. It's nothing personal."

As they entered the Med Lab, he said, "By the way, what are you
up to next week? I got these two tickets to Aruba . . ."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

In his quarters, Rebel Yell looked in the mirror. Organic Lass'
words echoed in his mind: "What the hell do you think you're
doing!?!"

He watched the redish water drain from the sink, and then just
stared at himself. He glanced over at the Fan.Dom's journal
sitting on a table. He said, "I don't know. . . I really don't know."


The End. . . for now.




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