Fan Fiction: Crossovers
Wrath of Khan
Chapter 3
Khan sat in his own Sanctum and began to contemplate the inevitable confrontation. He had already started to put his plans for global conquest onto effect. The Shadow would no doubt try to stop him. He thought carefully about everything that he knew about The Shadow. The original shadow was named Lamont Cranston, a wealthy man living in New York. Shiwan Khan (his grandfather) had tried to take the world by being the first to invent an atomic weapon. The Shadow had defeated him and locked him in an asylum where he had lived out his life in a padded cell. Shiwan's son had immediately sworn a blood oath against The Shadow. The son of Cranston had become The Shadow when the original was too old. Denko Khan had tried to defeat him and was killed when trying to take The Shadow to the grave with him.
Did the second Shadow have a son? Who wore the hat and cloak now?
Whoever it was, he had the ability to cloud the minds of men. That made him as formidable as his predecessors. Khan decided on his strategy. He would continue his plans for world domination and if The Shadow tried to stop him, and Khan was sure he would, then he would have to be eliminated.
But before that…
Entering a room that adjoined the sanctum, Khan seated himself in a large elaborate chair and turned on a mini-display. The display was a small replica of the city lights. Specifically, it duplicated the exact view of a moving, lit up sign from a particular office. The continuos, repeating pattern of the lights was vaguely hypnotic, a factor that Khan needed for distance control. Fixing his gaze upon the model, he stretched out with his mind toward a particular man.
"Charles Carson," murmured Khan.
Mr. Charles Carson was sitting at his desk. He had just put some corporate acquirement papers away, and had a splitting headache from working a late night again. "Who would have thought that the airplane business was so exhausting?" he said to the empty room. He needed a break. A moment ago, he actually thought he had heard someone saying his name. But the room was empty. Minor hallucinations were a clear sign of being overtired. He went to the small cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of scotch. Pouring himself a drink he loosened his tie and sat in his recliner, gazing out the window.
His mind emptied at the monotonous repeating pattern of the lights across from his office window. He sat, the cold drink forgotten in his hand, the reflection of the lights, playing of his face, again and again.
"Charles Carson" Said a voice.
Carson did not react at all, except to say the words, "Yes my Khan,"
The voice gave him instructions, Carson didn't move throughout the whole speech. When the strange voice ceased, he simply stood and moved to the desk.
Slowly he pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the desk drawer. Pulling out some papers, he reached toward the far side of the desk for some whiteout and a pen. Altering the requisition forms to triple the number of jet fighters, and then to send the extra to another destination, he signed the papers and put them into an envelope.
The plane manufacturers would be thrilled that they could make more money from their production. The military would not notice because they would receive their aircraft on schedule.
Working mechanically he stood up and left the building, moved down the road he posted that letter.
Returning to his room he re-seated himself in his chair and
stared back out at those lights. A sound reached his ears, a simple gong
sound. As that sound hit him, the curtains vibrated and Carson woke up.
Rubbing his eyes against a splitting headache he found that the glass of
scotch was spilled. He could not remember dropping it. Rubbing his eyes
harder he went about the task of cleaning up the spill. As he worked he
realised that the ice had melted completely. Turning to the clock he found
that twenty minutes had indeed passed. Shaking his head and deciding that
he must have fallen asleep briefly, he left his office and went home.
Back in the Sanctum of crime, Khan allowed himself a small smile. Everything was going according to his plan. Now it was time to announce his presence to The Shadow. If he knew Ying Ko, then The Shadow would already be onto his plan.
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