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Join the exotic, and sometimes wild, adventures of the Los Angeles "Teen Force." Alexander Hazard and his friends, Victoria Lane, Mark Merlin, Trina Tracker, Ivan Kingsley, Kevin Seasons, Reena Dalton, Erina Osborne, Mikael Hawthorne, Vinnie Cabriano, Genie Hall, and the Asgardian Prince, Hel Shadowspawn, party down in missions that even their friends, among the police force, might call an excursion into foolhardiness.

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**Hazardous Materials (Profiles) - 05/02/2004 Written By The Writing Team of Darrel and Joanna Vanwinkle

PROLOGUE 1: Alexander hazard**

Sixteen years earlier...

"Merchant 9? Where are you? You're not appearing on our scanners."

"You really DON'T want to know where I am..."

"Merchant 9? You're breaking up. Where are you?"

"Don't make me tell you... You really DON'T want to know..."

"Tell us where you are!"

"...I'm in Quadrant 69-Z headed toward Sector 13-E..."

"Oh no... You're not..."

"Afraid so... I'm being forced to make another @$%#ing trip to Earth..."

"Who's forcing you to go there?"

"Um... I'm not supposed to say... Especially not with this laser gun pointed at my head."

"Merchant 9? Merchant 9? Damned! He's not responding... We better call in the Galactic Patrol."

One year later...

The chauffeur carried the Crate Delivery Ticket through the maze of crates and boxes in the old warehouse. He couldn't understand why his employer, Reginald Ramsden Hazard the Second, had insisted upon having this crate delivered to him in the middle of the night. The darkness of the Los Angeles California streets were not a place to be caught out in after curfew. And not because of the police; but moreso because of the gangs. You never knew who or what you'd encounter if you weren't careful.

Just as the chauffeur was rounding a corner, he collided with a very large, muscular brute. The collision caused both men to drop their CDTs, though only the chauffeur was knocked to the floor of the warehouse. The brute merely growled something illegible at the chauffeur, then, he picked up one of the two CDTs, and hurried off into the darkness. The chauffeur picked up his CDT and looked at the number again. Lot 99. That was pretty close to where he was. He figured that he had originally held the ticket upside-down. The chauffeur found the crate, and, using a dolley, rolled the crate back to the Hazard's moving van.

Back at the Hazard mansion, Reginald Hazard had opened the crate and was staring at the large unusual, glowing, techno-gridded egg. The chauffeur said, "It was right where you said, sir."

Then, they both heard the crying of an infant within the strange glowing egg. The two men looked at each other, then back at the egg. The egg suddenly shattered in a flash of light, revealing, at first, the image of a beautiful unicorn colt. But as the image faded away, a young male one-year old child sat in the center of the egg's remains.

Reginald hummed, then exclaimed, "No one must know of this. I will raise him as my own."

_End of Prologue 1_

PROLOGUE 2: Hel Shadowspawn

Niflheim

"Where is that infernal dog?"

"Perhaps your brother has taken him for another walk?"

"He's probably let him go again."

"Surely he wouldn't do that."

"You truly don't know my brother, do you?"

"Well...He knows that he can't simply release the dog doesn't he?"

"Of course he knows! That's why he goes out of his way to drive me crazy!"

"I'm sure he doesn't direct it toward you personally."

"Of course not...But tell me this...Why would my twin brother not direct his actions directly to me?"

"I don't understand why he loves that dog so much."

"Because he put so much time and energy into raising and feeding the beast. He wasn't supposed to be that big you know. That is why I decided to use my brother's pet as a guard dog. And that is why he does what he does. Pay back!"

Midgard

"And so, Life and Leifthrasir will go forth and repopulate the world after Ragnarok. The end."

"I love that story, Hel. Well, except for the part where I have to fight Tyr. And why can't I stay here with you? I love the sun and the sand and all the pretty babes, wink, wink."

"Sorry my friend, but you know the rules. And even though I break them every time I take you out, in the end, even I have to abide by them," Hel said, hugging the dog's neck.

Sighing, the dog got to his feet. "Oh well, then I suppose you had best take me back to my post. Besides, I'm sure you have all sorts of fun stuff planned to do with some of your mortal friends. I would say human, but even I know that your Midgardian friends are not all human."

Hel stood and stretched. He turned his fair flesh toward the sun and sighed. "I wish I could keep you here with me, Garm. But the last time that you and I stayed on Midgard together for an extended period of time, strange things were reported." He laughed. "And besides, I'm pretty sure you left a few litters of pups scattered all over the world."

And laughing they both disappeared in a soft fading shimmer.

_END OF PROLOGUE 2_

PROLOGUE 3: Reena Dalton

"Now daddy, don't get too upset. I just needed to get out of Utah for a while." The girl spoke over the receiver of a pay phone.

"And just where are you this time?" her father inquired in a slightly annoyed voice. This wasn't the first time his daughter, Reena Dalton, had up and left without telling anyone where she was going.

Reena braced herself for the yell that was soon to come, as she replied, "I'm in L.A."

And she just barely got the phone away from her ear, as the explosion in Utah was released over the phone line!!!

"YOU GET YOUR ASS HOME THIS INSTANT! So help me, Reena... If I have to come for you, I'll make certain you get your butt busted all over Los Angeles, and furthermore..."

About that moment, the operator broke in, saying, "Deposit another quarter, please."

"...I'll whip your bottom until the red lash marks glow in the dark!!"

The operator fell silent at that.

Reena said, "Sorry daddy! I gotta go! Someone else wants to use the phone! Bye!" She quickly hung up the receiver and stepped away from the phone booth.

The boy who was with Reena said, "He sounded mad."

Reena smiled. "That was nothing. Saved by the operator, thank goodness. So, what to do now?"

The boy said, "Well, you could come back to where I got my camper parked and have dinner with me. And I promise, no funny business. Our parents sound pretty much alike. My father told me to come home, too."

Reena grinned. "Dinner sounds good. Okay, let's head back over."

The boy and Reena headed back over to the camper-trailer and walked inside. It was then that Reena saw the two older males grinning at her, one holding handcuffs, and the other having nylon ropes and a gag.

Reena said, "Let me guess... tie up and rape the helpless female, then dump her body off in a wild area and no one will be the wiser. Right?"

One of the older guys nodded his head.

44 minutes later, Reena was driving down the highway in the males car, with the camper-trailer behind it. The three males were gagged and tied to a telephone pole in their underwear.

_END OF PROLOGUE 3_

PROLOGUE 4: Trina Tracker

Sixteen years ago...

"Look at her, honey. Isn't she perfect?"

"Yes. Come on, princess. Open those eyes for Daddy."

"Oh, honey, she's only a few minutes old. It will be some time before she opens her eyes."

"Oh yea? Well look at her. She's got those beautiful eyes open right now."

"So she does. Well, I'll be. Her eyes are green."

"That's right, princess, you just do things on your own schedule. Don't live your life by "average" standards."

"Now be careful. You tell her that and she'll think she can do whatever she pleases."

"As long as she obeys our rules, she can do whatever she pleases. Isn't that right, princess?"

Just then a nurse walked in to check the mother and baby. "Have you decided on a name?" she asked.

"A name? Well, we've had a name picked out since we found out we were having a baby."

"Her name is Katrina Lorraine Tracker. That is a strong German name, pure and brave in battle. What do you think, honey?"

Now

"If you call me that one more time you'll be pulling your head out of the wall! Do I make myself clear?" the svelte girl shouted at the trembling tutor.

Gods, she hated that name. It made her sound like some twit. She had a genius level IQ that put every private tutor her father hired to shame. She was skilled in boxing, fencing, kick boxing, and sever different forms of martial arts, not to mention an expert marksman. But still they insist on calling her that sissified name. It sounded so weak and demure. Two things that she was definitely not.

So here she was, storming out of the house again in an effort to find some peace and someone to call her by the name that she preferred. No doubt her tutor would run straight to her dad and tell her that she was refusing to cooperate. But she didn't care anymore. Even her father called her by the name she preferred. Only her mother was allowed to call her by the other name, and that was only because her mother wasn't home very often and when she was home she didn't want to waste it arguing about her name.

She'd just head to L.A. and hang out with her friends. Maybe they could find some kind of adventure to get into. She smiled as she climbed into her convertible. She probably shouldn't be driving without a license, but who was gonna know? Laughing she sped out of the drive and down the highway toward the coast. This should be fun.

_END OF PROLOGUE 4_

PROLOGUE 5: Ivan Kingsley

Midnight at the Angel City Jewel Repository...

"The security in this store sucks. I was able to disarm the alarms, defeat the electronic eyes, and now, I'm at the safe."

The intruder dusted the electronic keypad for fingerprints, and smiled when he saw only that three of the ten numbers were in use on this electronic combination.

"Out of ten numbers for a 4-number combination, only three of the numbers are in use. And now, as I wait for just a moment... yes, my special powder has revealed, by color, the combination according to varying colors. The oldest used number is '7'. The next oldest number is '9', and it shows dual prints of colors that are only one percent difference, so the '9' is also the third number in the combination. And the last number is '5'. Therefore..."

The intruder tapped in the combination. "7, 9, 9, 5."

The safe door popped open at that point, and the intruder began filling the bag with the large jewels from within the safe.

"Having claimed the prize that I have sought to claim, I can ignore the rest as being minor items, and proceed toward leaving the property, resetting alarms and such as I leave."

Once outside of the store, the intruder handed the bag to the store's owner, and turned to face the TV cameras and gathered police officers. "...and that concludes my security demonstration on the jewelry store. Or should I say, lack of security? I would highly suggest that the owner upgrade his protection to a first class Carrington Security System, post haste. If one of those had been in place, I would never have gotten close to the safe, at all."

One of the gathered reporters asked, "Ivan Kingsley... is it true that you used to be the infamous New York state criminal known as... the Notorious Crook?"

Ivan turned to that reporter with a chuckle. "Yes, it is very true. And I served my time, like a good boy, and upon my release, Mr. Carrington of Carrington Security Systems hired me to create new security systems based on my own knowledge of home security issues that I have exploited in the past. I have no desire to return to that old lifestyle, at all. Not with the large paycheck I get every month. I think I get more money now than I did when I was a crook."

Everyone laughed, as one of the policeman asked, "What do your old criminal friends think about your making security systems? Aren't they upset that you're helping the good guys?"

Ivan grinned. "Not really. They usually ask me what places DON'T use a Carrington Security System. All in all, it ends up being good business for my employer."

Everyone laughed again!

_END OF PROLOGUE 5_

PROLOGUE 6: Kevin Seasons

Washington D.C.

~I don't care what all your friends are doing, you will do your homework before you run all over the country getting into trouble.~

~But, MOTHER, I have my homework done and we do NOT get into trouble!~

~DO NOT yell at me, Kevin. I am YOUR mother and what I say goes!~

~You can't stop me you know.~

*sigh* ~Yes I know. I do trust you, son. It's your friends that give me some pause.~

*laughs* ~Oh Please! My friends are a lot more trustworthy than your acquaintances, both private and public.~

*chuckle* ~Yes your right. Ok then, just be careful. I fear that you will lose control of your power. You are so much stronger than I was at your age~

~I promise to be super careful.~ *hug*

San Francisco

"So what did she say, man?" his friend asked when he opened his eyes.

"She just said to be careful, as usual," he said smiling.

"Does she know that you're all ready here?"

"Of course not. I can block myself from her scanning where she thinks I'm sitting in the living room at home," he laughed.

"Wow, I wish I could do that. My parents would have kittens if I wasn't where I was supposed to be when they checked on me."

"Well, there are advantages to having a criminal as a mother."

"I thought she worked for the Pentagon?"

"That's what I said," Kevin said, winking.

They all laughed as they stretched out in the park. He could get away with a lot when it came to references he made about his mother. No one would ever figure out his mother was the arch-villainess Psi Khan. All he had to do was point out that she worked in the Pentagon for the military and government and everyone associated that with being the worst form of criminal.

Yes, his life was pretty good. He could go anywhere at a thought. If he could just figure out what it was that his mother hid from him so diligently. Even his deepest probes couldn't get to it. And considering how much more powerful than his mother he actually was, that was saying something. Whatever it was she hid from him had to be something so terrible that she has perhaps locked it away from herself. Whatever it was he couldn't shake the feeling that it had something to do with his missing father.

Oh well, now wasn't the time to dwell on those things. He and his friends had to make plans for the rest of the day.

_END OF PROLOGUE 6_

PROLOGUE 7: Genie Hall

"Someone stop that thief!"

When she heard the shout from further into the mall's shop, Genie Hall was standing at the entry doors. And when the guy came bolting directly toward her, she suddenly power punched the guy in the gut, sending him flying backwards into a women's dress display.

A male's voice sighed, "You don't pull your punches, do you?"

Genie replied, "Well, they DID request for the thief to be stopped, Grim."

Grim's voice said, "We better go, Genie. Otherwise, they'll want to reward you on national TV. And you know, by now, that you can't be photographed."

Genie sighed. "I know. I hate being displaced."

Grim's voice said, "If my son hadn't accidentally killed you over 1000 years ago, we wouldn't be in this mess now. At least you can still interact with the people and wear the latest fashions."

Genie was now walking down the shopping mall's corridor. "I know, Grim. Being stuck as an eternal teenager isn't my idea of a good time. Hasn't Heaven and Hell decided what to do about me, yet?"

Grim's voice replied, "Not yet. They're still arguing over that silly Jesus thing. I'm just glad he's not displaced, or I'd never hear the end of it."

Genie grinned. "I like the fact that I never have to eat or go to the bathroom, anymore, if I don't want to. Though I still eat, out of habit, and sleep, for the same reason. I do like being able to communicate with everything. Sure helps when dealing with guard dogs."

Grim's voice said, "There are some alternative openings, if you're interested."

Genie shrugged. "Oh sure, lay them on me."

Grim's voice said, "The Animal Kings in the Happy Hunting Grounds need a groomer. Hades needs a new secretary. And there is a new Valkyrie opening in Asgard, although Hela killed off the last one for being in her territory without permission."

Genie hummed. "A Valkyrie, huh? What all's involved in it? Can I still be on Earth if I want to? Or do I have to kiss Odin's rear end every so often?"

Grim's voice laughed. "Look at it this way... if Hel, Hela's brother, can come to Earth whenever he likes, then why couldn't you?"

Genie hummed. "That's a good point. Okay, Grim... Let's go see about this opening. But if I have to kiss Odin's rear end, you've had it. Now come on..." And Genie vanished.

_END OF PROLOGUE 7_

PROLOGUE 8: Erina Osborne

Ireland, 1400's

The fire burned high within the circle as the coven sang and danced around it. The full moon was almost at its zenith as the high priestess stepped to the center of the circle. She removed her rope and stepped up onto the stone table. Her voice joined the others in the chant that would bring forth a great peace upon the land. As the moon reached its peak, lightning stuck the stone table at the priestess' feet, cracking the stone slab. The other dancers fled in terror as the demon rose from the smoking remnants of the table. The high priestess stood unflinching as the demon approached her.

#Who dares awaken me from my eternal sleep?# his voice thundered.

"My people have summoned you to bring forth great peace to our warring land," she said, standing proudly in front of his burning visage.

The demon face split with a feral smile as he looked over the priestess. #So you are my offering. Very well, I accept. I will take you as my wife and no other shall lay claim to you!#

And with that he snatched her from where she stood and disappeared with her if a blast of fire and lightning that scorched the ground and continued to burn for several years.

Los Angeles, Present

The high-tech sports car flipped several times in the air and landed smoothly on its wheels, black smoke rising as the wheels struggled to grip the asphalt. But they soon took hold and the car sped away.

"CUT!!!!"

"That's a wrap! Great job Erina!"

"Always a pleasure," the tall, long-legged woman said, climbing out of the car. The skin-tight, leather, racing suit showed off every curve. She removed her helmet and shook her long red hair. She tossed her helmet back into the car and strode away from the set.

"Hey, Erina, are you ready for the party tonight?" the handsome leading actor asked as she glided past.

"I'm not going. I have a previous engagement with some colleagues that I simply cannot cancel. But I'll be able to read all about your exploits in the paper tomorrow morning," she said, waving absently over her shoulder. She smiled to herself as she thought of the plans her friends and she had already made. Her work as a stunt person was tame in comparison.

_END OF PROLOGUE 8_

PROLOGUE 9: Mikael Hawthorne

Salem Massachusetts, 1600's

Lionel Flavelle and Mikael Hawthorne ran like the dickens through the darkened and thick forested woodlands just outside of Salem Massachusetts. Far in the background behind them was the angry shouts of the Puritan colonists who they had angered.

Mikael raggedly said, "I told you not to cast a spell in public. Doesn't matter that you stopped that tree from falling on top of the mayor's daughter, these people do not like witches and warlocks."

Lionel sighed, as he ran, "It's all my fault, Mikael. I thought that I was doing the right thing."

Mikael replied, "Publicly, no. Privately and secretly, yes. I tried to warn you about such things before. Magic must be used cautiously."

Lionel glanced at his black feline companion. "So how do we get out of this one, Mikael? I know that you could just abandon me at a moments notice. Why are you still with me?"

Mikael grinned, as he glanced at his human companion. "I own you, remember? You signed a contract in blood to become my apprentice. And I never leave any of my property behind. Especially not to a crazy bunch like these fools. How do we get out of this, you ask? I'll tell you how. We keep running until we get to my den, where we pack up our gear, then I gate us out of here to another time period. Far enough into the future so that these fools won't remember who we are. But in doing this, you must surrender your humanity. I claimed your soul when you signed the contract. Now, I want your humanity. It's your choice, Lionel."

San Francisco California, Today

Lionel the golden-furred lionish humanoid sat in front of the fireplace where he studied his spell book in earnest. He sighed, as he again realized that he was stuck as the same age he'd been when he signed the contract with Mikael, his best friend in the whole universe.

At that moment, Mikael the black-furred tabby humanoid, wearing a cloak and hood, entered the hillside home carrying grocery sacks. "I'm home, Lionel. I remembered the sweets and stuff you liked, this time. How's the studying coming along?"

Lionel replied, "I'm on chapter two, currently, Mikael. Um, I have a question... how come I'm not allowed to be human anymore? I mean... you know... totally human..."

Mikael placed the grocery sacks on the counter, then walked into the room where Lionel sat, standing in front of him. "Remember back when we were running from the witch hunters? You gave me your humanity. Well, you got to keep half of it. You're as human as you're ever going to be without magic." Mikael sat next to Lionel when he saw his friend looking dejected. "Hey, chin up. If you keep practicing, I'll teach you the spell that'll make you look totally human. But as for actually being totally human, that time is gone. You're a Feli-Sapien now, same as me. There aren't very many of us, but it's a privilege and an honor to be one."

Lionel sighed. "I guess so, master Mikael."

Mikael sighed, too, as he hugged and petted on Lionel's shoulders. "It'll be okay. I promise." Then he smiled. "But hey! I've got some human friends coming over tonight. A wild and crazy bunch of teenagers. It'll be fun."

_END OF PROLOGUE 9_

PROLOGUE 10: Victoria Lane

Los Angeles, Today

The abandoned warehouse was full. And the colors that were represented were pretty flamboyant. There was as least colors depicting four different gangs. Luckily, perhaps, they weren't rivals. Otherwise, the place would have been layed to waste hours ago. As it was they were all listening attentively to the tall platinum blonde standing in the center of the warehouse up on a podium.

Victoria Lane wore no colors. She wore simple plain denim blue jeans, a white cropped t-shirt, black lace-up combat boots, a soft black leather jacket, and wrap around black sunglasses. But everyone could tell at a glace that you didn't mess with her. Her bearing and tone could often quell even the rowdiest gang bash. After all, she mananged to keep some of the biggest gangs in L.A. under complete control.

"Now does everyone understand their duties?" she asked, looking at each of her lieutenants. "I don't want to have to come back down here to repeat myself."

"We understand," they said in unison.

"Good. Everyone is dismissed!" she said, watching as they all filed out and went their separate ways.

She was tired. Again. Vicki took off her sunglasses and rubbed her bloodshot crystal blue eyes. If she didn't get some sleep soon she was going to lose it. She would have to ask one of the guys to try to interpret the dream she kept having. Either that or to give her something to help her sleep, as much as she didn't want to do that. In all honesty, she didn't want her friends to know just how exhausted she really was.

She would swing by home and try to catch a nap this afternoon before her brother got home from school. Hopefully he'd have to do something to keep him late, and hopefully her sister wouldn't come directly home after school either. Vicki checked the slim silver watch that her father had given her for a birthday gift. She had about three hours or so before school let out so maybe she could get in an hour power nap.

Sliding her sunglasses back in place, Vicki smiled as she jumped off the podium and walked over to the old 1937 Jaguar Replicar, that she and some of her members had fully restored one summer at camp, and climbed behind the wheel. It fired up beautifully and she sped out of the warehouse, pushing a button to close the door behind her, and headed toward Mark's home.

_END OF PROLOGUE 10_

PROLOGUE 11: Mark Merlin

At the Magic Mansion

"But mmmOOOOOOOmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark gets to go out whenever hhheeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeee wants!!!! Why can't I go out whenever I want!!!"

Dear Diary,

Today, my younger sister came home from school with this big attitude that she could do whatever she wanted just because she's a girl. I know I shouldn't say anything, but the main reason she doesn't get to do as she wants is because she doesn't do her magic homework like she should. Why is it that we Merlin males are the only ones that do our magical homework?

Don't get me wrong. I like women. I better like women. Trina and Victoria are the two women in my life. Mainly Trina. I'd do anything for her. And I'm not a perve either.

"But MMMooooooOOOOmmmmMMMMM!!! I already did my homework!!!"

Did I mention that I don't fib to my parents? How can mom and dad deal with my sister Cynthia's lies? I know that they have a secret. I don't dare ask because they might make me babysit my sister, and I don't want that tonight, because I'm due up at Mikael's house for our weekly meeting. I hope Lionel is there. I really like him. He always strikes me as someone who needs a friend. I wish he wasn't so shy, though. I actually think he's pretty cute. That golden fur makes him look so regal.

SPANK!!! "OWWWWW!!!" SPANK!!! "OWWWWW!!!" SPANK!!! "OWWWWW!!!"

Anyway... boy that sounds painful. I think I'll teleport out to the parking lot. That's about my teleport range, currently. I hope Victoria hasn't gone on without me.

Signed,

Mark Merlin.

Minutes later, Mark Merlin was standing out near the street curb, awaiting his ride from the wildest woman in Los Angeles.

_END OF PROLOGUE 11_

PROLOGUE 12: Vincent Cabriano

Vinnie sat in his penthouse apartment reading the stock pages of the local paper. Not that he was really interested in it or anything. He was just passing the time. He had just returned from an emergency back home and he was still pumped.

He checked the time again. Still a little while before everyone was supposed to meet at Mikael's crib for their regular thing. He went back to the paper. Nothing new there. Not like he needed to invest, he had more money than he'd ever spend in three lifetimes.

Vinnie half grinned as he thought of the odd jobs that he had done in the past. He'd been a body guard, a hit man, and a transporter. There hadn't been much that Vinnie hadn't done. But he was good at it all and most of it paid well. And the one's that didn't pay so well? Well, they were fun anyway.

He stood, tossed the paper in the trash and walked to the picture window that looked over L.A. proper. Not his favorite city, but it was good for some laughs. And, speaking of laughs, he'd best head on out to Mikael's. He was bringing the food tonight, which was probably a good thing otherwise who knew what they'd end up eating.

Vinnie picked up his keys and shoved them in his pocket. Not like he needed them, but he'd make a show of it anyway. He laughed as he vanished, the laughter echoing eeriely long after he had left the penthouse.

**_END OF PROLOGUE 12_ END OF THE 12 PROLOGUES

STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE ONE: The Mystery of the Old Lighthouse**