Greetings all,



			Well after coming home from my longest day of classes I was in a good
mood. My last class is creative writing. We have about nine people in
the class and the teacher is so so. Well last week I forgot my work and
brought it in this week. My work was a Phantom Rider Story. If some
FFMLers remember it was short 4pager about the origin of ourselves ie
the Phantom Riders. Panda did one up, Mike did and so on. Well the first
person who I gave it to read through it and the first words out of his
mouth was: What are you doing in this class? The second person liked it.
Ego booster: YAYAY!! I have yet to read it aloud (shudder).
	Anywho I was happy and the second work I passed in is this little
creation Paul and I have been working on called U.C.A.T. It's basically
a six page intro, a little rough, I wanted to add more but after typing
most of it up from 2pm-6pm or so my hands hurt. Anyway C+C can be sent
to: phantomr@sprynet.

			Thanks for your time,


				R. Bentley
				phantomr@sprynet.com
				http://home.sprynet.com/sprynet/phantomr



	Cartoon Frolics Presents:
	U.C.A.T.
	Written by. Robert Bentley
	Idea of UCAT created by Robert Bentley and Paul Chabot.
	(c) 1996 Robert Bentley and Paul Chabot
	Comic Adaptation coming soon.....we hope. :/
	C+C can be sent to: phantomr@sprynet.com

	Intros........



	11:57 PM.

	An abandoned warehouse on the Providence Waterfront, Rhode Island.

	"This stuff looks great Tony."
	"I told you not to call me my real name air head!"
	"Sorry," Cal muttered under his breath. He hefted the wooden create of
Military Weapons out of Tony's Dad's BMW's back seat. He placed the
create on the floor and wiped the sweat from his brow. His short cropped
blonde hair had recently seen the barber, his green eyes accent his good
looks. He looked around the warehouse his best friend Tony, no not Tony,
not tonight anyway had procured for this little transaction.
	The warehouse had seen better days. It was a large five story set up.
The ceiling was doted by windows, some were broken, some were intact.
Rat scurried along rusted planks which stretched from one wall to the
other. The rotten stench of mold and rust filled the air, the broken
windows helped with some ventilation. Various pulleys and cranes built
into the ceiling swayed in the wind, old ropes chaffed away into
nothingness while somewhere in Providence a clock chimed Midnight. 
	There were only three ways into the warehouse. The front door, which
had taken Tony a few minutes to open with a crow bar. The back door
which had been boarded up to keep away curiosity seekers, the second
thing Tony opened. And lastly the skylights above them, even though the
metal stairways still stood in the back of the warehouse. Both sets of
stairs were still very much intact, although the locks on the skylights
like everything metal object in this place was rusted shut.
	Cal's own car, a nineteen seventy-five T-Bird lay sleeping just outside
the front door. A few more crates occupied space in the car's back seat.
He closed the trunk with a bang and took a seat in front of the long
table Tony had set up in the middle of the room. What sat on the table
was what held Cal's interest. What sat there was the Tony's little nest
egg. He had been sifting some merchandise off the top for years and this
is what he had to show for it.
	Merchandise.
	Weapons.
	Firearms.
	Military and civilian alike lay in perfect harmony. The smallest
started at one end and the largest were the other book end. What sat in
the middle was something new. The few built-in ceiling lights that had
remained intact over the years threw a yellow haze over the object. Cal
seemed transfixed by it, his mind told him to touch it. But his body
refused to move. He didn't even hear Tony tell him to get ready. Car
lights had been seen down the block and no one ever came down this end
of the pier anymore. Cal just stared at it, to his mind it looked like a
person. It had arms, legs, a body and a head. It sat Indian Style on the
table, it head down, arms together across it's lap. It was off white in
color, Cal didn't know what it was made out of but it seem to shift from
white to black in front of him. He leaned a closer for a moment and
tried to look at it's face but he couldn't there wasn't enough light.
Just darkness. But he could have sworn...
	"Hey idiot!"
	Cal jumped! He spun around, nearly falling onto his knees, the chair he
had been sitting in slammed into the cold cement floor. He felt his
heart beating against his rib cage, the sound of the thumping silenced
Tony's berating him.
	"...thump...thump...Hey are you listening to me?" Tony blinked rapidly
and felt like smacking his head upside the head. He was in his last year
of collage and didn't feel like getting caught now. All this sneaking
around since twelfth grade had really begun to pay off. All the
merchandise would be out of his hands tonight. All the money they were
paying him was going to be deposited tomorrow morning and he would be
graduating from college with high honors the day after. Nothing to it.
Now his best friend of six years was going scaredy cat on him. "They're
here, let's go great out guests. Eh?" He tuned on his heel and walked
towards the front door. He checked his well groomed hair in his father's
side mirror and smiled to himself. He was starting to get used to
dressing up like an idiot college kid in T-shirt and jeans just to play
along.
	Cal got up slowly and dusted off the dirt from his jeans. For a brief
second he had felt all the anger in Tony, not just his body movements
but his thoughts and dreams. For the brief second he had his finger on
It. He took off his jacket and dumped it on top of It. He followed Tony
and didn't look back.
	A row of cars greeted him as he walked through the front door and into
the night air. The weather was crisp and cool. The sound of sea gulls
cawing at each other drifted off the water. A faint sound of a police
car's siren made him turn for a moment back towards the warehouse. He
found himself at the end of the pier, only a few yards away from the
warehouse. The wind soothed him for a few moments as the waves crashed
up against the rocks below him. He took in a deep breath and let it out.
He felt a little more at ease. But not by much.
	He turned and walked back towards the warehouse. He stuffed his hands
into his pockets and nodded to each of the gentlemen who were interested
in Tony's little egg. He entered the warehouse just as something else
arrived too. Up, all the way up on the roof a pair of feet landed onto
the gravel laden tarmac. The person who belong to the feet stood still
for a moment and looked around slowly. After waiting a moment or so the
person took a step forward and leaned over one of the broken
skylights......

	12:05 AM.

	"Hello, Mr. Gunther. It's pleasure to see you again," Tony flashed a
smile and shook Mr. Gunther's hand firmly. The oldest of the crime
bosses of the city smiled back at him and patted him on the shoulder
like an old grandfather would. Tony had already said hello to the other
people interested in his little egg and helped Mr. Gunther to his seat
for the bidding.
	Cal sat behind the table and watched Tony do his little kiss ass
routine and shook his head to himself. You're going to run out of kiss
ass routines sooner or later Tony, he thought. And I'm going to love to
see you when you do. He remembered he needed to get some eats on the way
home and made a mental note to himself. He really wanted to be home
sleeping right now or at least out on a date with his girl friend but he
owed Tony a favor. So he now sat there behind the biggest cache of
firearms anyone had seen in one place.
	It was unfortunate he wasn't going to get to spend any of his money.

	12:10 AM.

	One of the skylights creaked.
	The party crasher listened for a moment then pulled the skylight all
the way up and locked it. What could be call a silhouette dropped onto
one of the many beams and hesitated while Tony began his speech. The
speech was about how he wanted to get out of the gun running business at
such a young age so it wouldn't turn him into a criminal. The joke got
only a short laugh from the would be buyers and a snort from the
silhouette as it walked the length of the metal beams. With both arms
extended for balance the silhouette grimaced at the light for a moment.
A swift flick of it's long tail smashed the light into pieces in cue
with more laugher from below.
	A few rats who had been scurrying around for food stopped dead in their
tracks as the silhouette stepped right in front of them. Out of three,
one turned and ran. The second stood it's ground while the other fell
off the beam and down onto the floor with a soft splat. The silhouette
looked down at the second brave rat and cocked an eye brow. The second
rat found itself flying through the air a second later. It flew right
out one of the broken windows and landed in the sea.
	The party crasher finally made it to the middle of the room and with
knees bent looked down at the proceedings.

	12:15 AM.

	"Our newest prize tonight gentlemen is this lovely little piece I was
able to borrow from the Bio-Weapons Department of our Air National
Guard. If you don't know what Bio-Weapons means, let me explain." Tony
started to go through his speech, it was wonder he ever passed drama, he
was such a ham. "A Bio-Weapon is something that's alive, such as a virus
or anything else that our government may have created over the last few
years with it's own mind. This," he pulled off Cal's jacket from It, "is
what I'm talking about."

	The silhouette's eyes began to glow with a fierce red light. It hissed
at Tony and unzipped the pack that was slung over it's right shoulder.
It pulled out a rather large pole. It placed that on the beam next to
it's left foot. It started to pull out more components and started to
attaching them one by one onto the pole until the pole looked more like
a deadly weapon. Thin and short blades were attached at the top of the
pole, the body of the pole pulse with it's rhythm. A few spherical
protrusions which looked like hub caps anointed the middle of the pole
while a hand grip formed slowly in the darkness.
	The silhouette shifted itself, slowly at first. A brief light was given
off around it, the darkness screamed in terror as candle was lit. Arms
and legs were formed, a head with eyes, ears and a mouth came next. A
surge of energy bounced from one part of the body to another, little
energy tentacles danced over the party crasher's body. A rather lithe
and feminine body now stood on the beam. With it's newly formed pike in
hand, the party crasher took one step off the beam and fell.

	12:21 PM.

	An abandoned warehouse on the Providence Waterfront, Rhode Island.

	All the people in the warehouse froze as the table with all of Tony's
nest egg, shattered! The sound was deafening. Cal found himself on his
ass while Tony had been thrown off to the right when the exploding
debris of wood hit him. A few of the buyers had their own body guards
and they had already pushed their would be boss out of the way. They
drew their guns and where about to cock the hammers when a gut wrenching
scream threw all of them onto their backs...

	12:45 AM.
 	
	An abandoned warehouse on the Providence Waterfront, Rhode Island.

	"Is this how you found it?"
	Sergeant Frank Kepler of the Providence Police Department turned at the
question. He and a half dozen officers stood outside the warehouse. The
person asking the questions had gotten out of a non-descript nineteen
ninety-six Blue Ford Taurus. His name was Zacharyia Kincaid and he was
according to the papers in Kepler's hands taking over the investigation.
Zach looked to be about the same age as the culprits the police had
caught outside the warehouse twenty minutes earlier. He was about six
two, ice blue eyes and dark black hair. His long trench coat covered
most of him, his white sneakers seemed to glow in the night air.
	"No one's been in there," Kepler replied. He was forty, married and had
two kids. One in college they other still in grade school. He was
already going bald, his candy-cane mustache tickled his face while the
wind off the water picked up for a moment. At another time he would have
enjoyed the peacefulness the waves made on the beach. It would have
soothed his mind from the rigors life had tossed at him everyday but not
tonight. He only half listened to the CB attached to his jacket collar
while other police officers either on or off duty talked to each other.
"Could I see you ID and papers please, Mr. Kincaid."
	Zack nodded with a smile. He Kepler had worked a few investigations
into the unknown before and knew each other well. Zack was dating his
daughter Sam at the moment, the one boy friend he approved of. Zack
reached into trench coat, pulled out his own papers and his badge from
the agency.
	"Everyone could I have you attention!" Kepler turned and made sure he
got everyone's attention. "This is Zack Kincaid of the UCAT. UCAT stands
for Universal Cerebral Advancement Technologies. UCAT was made for this
type o thing. He'll be handling the investigation of what happened here
tonight. Everything get's sent to their labs, no matter how small. Any
questions? Good." Kepler smiled and winked at Zack. "A word of warning,"
he lowered his voice and pulled up the police tape around the front
door. "I hope you had an early supper."
	Zack chucked and went under the tape, his eye only caught the brief
look of the 79' T-Bird, the mammoth car looked like it had been slice
and diced up real well. Zack was overwhelmed by the stench of blood in
the room. The stale smell was gone now, now only blood and burnt skin
remained. The room was bathed in bright white neon lights, the portable
units of the UCAT agency had arrived only a few minutes before Zack had.
One or two techies remained to run a test on their babies. The lights
were best for picking up foot prints mostly and even possibly outlines
of bodies. The constant hum of the lights filtered out some questions
from the cops outside, most of them asking what UCAT was.
	The bodies were still strewn everywhere, chairs knocked over, some were
bent out of proportion. The pulleys from above had been yanked off and
were used as giant slings. The opponents and the pulleys were both
smashed into the walls. A few cords of rope had been used to tie the
survivors up. The ropes now lay on the floor like dead snakes. They were
the unlucky ones, the lucky ones died when whatever decided to use them
as punching bags. Zack walked up to the remains of the wooden table and
picked up one of the rather large assault weapons. "Someone got more
then they bargained for."
	"We figured it might be a mob hit, but most of the older mob bosses
were here," Kepler eyed the crates in front of him. "Someone got a
little too big for their britches."
	"Bio-Weapons?" Zack turned his head side ways so he could read the
lettering on the side of the crate. "Where'd these comes from?"
	"We dunno, who uses wooden crates anymore anyway? Metal and plastic are
the most widely used aren't they?" Kepler grabbed one of the tire irons
from the floor and opened up one of the crates. Through all of the
shredded paper he pulled out a head. A severed head. The head's glassy
eyes and wide open mouth stuffed with the body's own heart sent lighting
bolts up to Kepler's brain. He then automatically dropped the head back
into the crate. "Shit!" He spun around and went for the nearest towel to
get all the slime off his hands.
	"No blood," Zack muttered and leaned closer to look at the description
of the weapon. "Did we find a culprit?"
	"We picked up a girl just ten blocks from here, the guys nearly ran her
over one minute she wasn't there the next she was." Kepler thank the
officer for the towel and handy wipes.
	"Why her?" Zack looked down at the head and tried to place the face.
	Kepler snorted. "She was covered in blood."
	"Yeah that'd do it." Zack muttered. He turned away from the crate and
walked to the center of the warehouse. He stopped in his tracks. He
looked down onto the floor and knelt down for a moment. He rubbed his
fingers across the floor and brought them close to his eyes. He made a
face and sniffed the white substance on his finger tips. "Anyone a
druggie, Frank?"
	"No drugs, no alcohol, no cigarettes. Just enough weapons to defend the
Alamo. Why?"
	"Sulfer." Zack swiveled on his heels and craned his neck up to look for
a something. "Hey guys," he snapped his fingers to get the attention of
the techies. "Point your baby blues up there will ya?"
	The techs turned one of the goose necked lights up into the rafters.
The sound of rats screaming in terror and the scampering of little furry
feet filled the warehouse until it was deathly quiet once more. Zack
stood up, he wiped hands on his coat and shoved his hands into his
pockets.
	"Did you guys check the roof yet?"
	Frank put down one of the fifty caliber rifles and looked up at the
rafters. "No not yet, we were waiting for you to show up," he moved next
to Zack and looked down at the circle of white substance then up. "You
think the perp jumped in here and diced everyone?"
	"If someone was using jet boots or a rocket thuster for only a split
second at full power to cushion their fall," Zack hesitated a quick
calculation. "Sonavabitch has a death wish. That�s a six story fall,
then you land on your feet get up and proceed to waste everyone." He
shook his head. "The guy must have one hellva of a bone structure, if he
didn't use a jump jets. What about the kids?"
	"The two kids that organized this have been brought down to the
station. They weren�t on any mind altering drugs when we brought them
in, just scared three ways to Sunday. We got one of them on the weapons
charge the other for aiding and abetting. They�re graduating in two
days."
	Zack stopped. "How many others are alive?"
	"Well the girl, the two kids and maybe Gunther."
	Zack mulled that over. "Close this area off. Post double guards on the
witnesses rooms and tell you daughter I won�t make it tonight." Zack
headed back towards the stairs leading up to the skylights.
	"You two had a date tonight?"
	"I�m sorry I can�t tell you that," Zack made it up to the first flight
of stairs and proceed to the second. "If I did I�d have to kill you."

	To be continued......


	That's it. I know it didn't explain much. Bare with me. I'm hand
writing out the second part out tomarrow during work. C+C me with
anything! :)) Also if anyone is going to the comic con in NY Oct
25,26,27 drop me a line. Paul and I are heading out there.

	Bents
	phantomr@sprynet.com