Fan Fiction: Crossovers
Wrath of Khan

  At the federal building, Khan's finest Mongol warrior, Shan Ruche, stood watching as the man before him worked. The name of the entranced man was Alan Bides. He was in charge of auditing military accounts. Ruche had been dispatched to take Bides from his home to his office so that he could write a report for his Khan and then arrange final shipments. The phone rang and Alan automatically picked it up under Khan's control.

  "Yes my Khan," said the man mechanically.

  The voice of the Tibetan gave a series of numbers. Bides wrote them on a pad with an antique dip pen and blotter without looking. He hung up the phone and copied the numbers from the pad to the shipping forms. Shan Ruche was always awed at the mastery of Khan over these simple-minded weaklings. Bides stood and put the audit reports into the correct folder, then the shipping papers into an envelope. Bides walked out of the room. Ruche stayed behind to sample some of the American bourbon that Alan had hidden in a small flask in his desk. He was not needed anymore tonight. His task was simply to transport the barely human slaves of Khan to where they were necessary and then let them get home themselves. He had done his duty for tonight.

  He was so enjoying the bourbon that he did not see the swift coil of black that ran across the wall. He did notice however, the sinister laughter that came from everywhere at once. Shan immediately drew his blade. He knew that laugh. He had been warned about it. He was told to be ready for the demon that it announced.

  It was the laugh of The Shadow!

  Shan Ruche leapt toward the light switch and turned on the lights. The light quickly exposed The Shadow.

  "Ying Ko," snarled the Mongol in triumph. Ruche raised his knife and leapt toward his dark enemy, only to find that The Shadow was more than willing to meet him halfway.

  The two combatants met in the centre of the room. Battling for the knife between them, both threw several punches. The close proximity stopped them from being very forceful, but they served to throw each other off balance. Ruche roared in anger and slashed, cloth tore under the blade and The Shadow felt his left arm burn. Ruche was VERY dangerous at close range, knowing that he was at a disadvantage; The Shadow jumped as far back as he could and drew an automatic. Two explosions of noise filled the room. The first blast shattered the knife in his opponent's hand. The second put out the lights. In the sudden darkness, the mocking laughter rang out. Knowing that he could no longer win, Shan Ruche ran for the door. But the darkness was all over him! Reeling under the hammer blows of The Shadow, Ruche quickly succumbed to unconsciousness.

  Checking to see that the Mongol really was out cold, and rubbing his wounded arm, the final piece fell into place. Khan was back! A Mongol warrior, the words 'Ying Ko' and men doing odd things without apparent thought. They all pointed to the same thing. Khan. The Shadow knew all about Khan and his family's history with The Shadows. He was immediately filled with rage. The Khans kept coming back. Why didn't they just get the message? He would have to be destroyed. The Shadow was shaking with rage at this monster that used innocents as his tools. The only question now, was where he was.

  The Shadow turned to the desk. He had arrived in time to see where Bides had put the papers. Pulling out that file he quickly scanned through it. Sure enough, it was an audit report. It stated that there was no embezzlement or discrepancy in the aircraft accounts. Just to be sure, The Shadow also pulled out the requisition reports and did the math himself.

  "Wait," thought The Shadow, "That can't be right."

  According to the numbers, 3 times the required amount of aircraft had been ordered. So now The Shadow knew Khan's plan. He was raising a strike force. The munitions and aircraft were proof of that. He would rule from Xanadu, the underground base of operations for every Khan since Genghis Khan, situated between Tibet and Mongolia. Now all The Shadow needed to know was where the shipments were going, and where Khan was.

  A sound behind him, The Shadow turned swiftly, Shan Ruche was awake and leaping toward him. The Shadow easily caught him and put him in a martial arts grip and forced him to the floor.

  "WHERE IS KHAN?" Bellowed The Shadow so loudly that the room shook.

  "Waiting for the shipments." Whimpered Shan.

  "WHERE ARE THEY GOING?" Roared the voice of terror.

  "I will not tell you." Said Ruche simply.

  The Shadow knew that that was all he would get out of this soldier. Khan's minions were always strongly trained, both in mind and combat. This man was more afraid of Khan than of The Shadow. He would commit suicide before talking. Most likely, he did not know anything useful anyway.

  Disgusted, The Shadow knocked him out again.

  Turning to leave, The Shadow saw the notepad. It was series of numbers. The Shadow did not know what they meant but the ink from the antique pen was barely dry so they were written soon. That meant it had something to do with Khan. Snatching the pad and tearing the top page off, he looked at the numbers and left. The Shadow left the room; the unconscious man sprawled behind him.