The Shadow Page #5

and we'll wash our hands in blood.

Your mouth still waters at real power.

I am offering you a chance to take it back.

Be my partner, Ying Ko.

That's not my name anymore.

But it is! Nevertheless,

still who you are, isn't it?

For the bourbon.

We will meet again, soon.

The day of the Mongol warrior...

is once again at hand.

Soon, with wings outstretched...

we fly to our destiny!

Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. America.

Flash:
Manhattan reels from yet

another report of the elusive Shadow.

I think they made up the Shadow

so people would listen to the radio more.

What do you think, Roy?

Some say the Shadow is...

Roy?

Well, it...

I'll get it.

Yes?

"The sun is shining."

"But the ice is slippery."

- You're an agent of the Shadow.

- Who?

Yeah. Right. Gotcha.

What do you need?

I need a metal analysis of this.

Bronzium.

The metal is bronzium.

I didn't think it existed, but here it is.

The ancient Chinese believed this was

the very stuff the universe was formed of.

- Where did it come from?

- I'm told it came from Sianking.

If you believed in legends,

it had to be Sianking.

They called it the birthplace of the world.

Could bronzium conceivably be used

to make some sort of a weapon?

Theoretically, yes.

How?

Supposedly, it's very unstable

on the molecular level...

constantly given to expansion.

Only the cell bonds hold it in check,

but if the bonds were ever breached.

- By an explosion?

- It wouldn't do it.

But if the power of the cell were

to turn on itself in an implosion...

the molecular imbalance will be released

and then you'll have your explosion.

How big?

No man can say.

The breakdown would spread to all levels

of the cells' atomic construction.

Fashioned into a bomb,

it would be catastrophic.

I guess you'd call it an

implosive-explosive submolecular device.

Or an atomic bomb.

Hey, that's catchy.

But it'd have to have a beryllium sphere

to contain the apparatus.

No other metal would enhance a blast.

In any case, it's all moot.

None of this would be possible...

unless...

some genius figures out how

to design and make it.

The implosive device.

It would have to be sort of a shell...

with tiny implosive charges

regularly spread over the surface.

Something like this.

Fortunately...

such a device doesn't exist.

Reinhardt Lane.

Reinhardt Lane.

Reinhardt Lane.

Reinhardt Lane.

Yes, my Khan.

You know something, Lamont,

that puzzles me?

How a man like yourself

who has absolutely nothing to do...

can be late for every little engagement.

Practice, Uncle Wainwright.

Lots and lots of practice.

Waiter, get me some more chives,

would you, please?

Oh, my God, here comes that Lane woman.

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