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And we're back in the past and can check the eyrie archive
once again.


Here's where you can find this and more NTB One Shots:

https://archives.eyrie.org/racc/ntb/One.Shots/


And it's the next part of The Wrath of The Administrator.
Part One is by kristoff "Kit" ctatro and Part
Two is by Steve "Dr. Thirteen" Ward-Smith.

Who is the filling in the Twinkie that is the NTB?!
Will Kit wind up dead in a few episodes?!  And will
Mr. 13 ever get his Phd so he can be called --
DOCTOR THIRTEEN?!!!!



Find Out In...







                           C L A S S I C

                    N E T  T R E N C H C O A T  B R I G A D E

                                A D V E N T U R E S  #360




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            W R A T H  O F  T H E  A D M I N I S T R A T O R
                               Part Two
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     In his small office, a man squinted at his terminal.  It couldn't be
happening. Not yet. He had worked so hard to get where he was, there was no
way
he was going to be stopped now.  Again and again he read over the message,
making sure he hadn't misread it.  But there was no mistake.  They were
getting
together.
     He examined the roster.  Mr. Elmo, the Owl, Dendrite, *two*
Constantines,
many more.  This would be bad if it were left unchecked.  The man fumed
silently.
     He stood and paced the office.  It was a small room, with no windows
and
only one door. The florescent lighting gave his skin a slightly yellow
look, or
maybe it was the fact that he never saw the sun.  He had made a truly great
discovery, stumbling upon this office one day many years ago.  In a
flashback
scene with rounded panels, he remembered the day he had first come here.
     He had stumbled into the office as an undergrad at a large New England
university.  He was simply trying to pay his bill, but had been passed off
from
one office to another in an attempt to do so for the better part of an
hour. He
was hopelessly lost in the labyrinth of partition walls, and, giving up,
entered the next office he found to ask directions.
     The office he entered was unoccupied. Perhaps, he thought, I'll just
leave
the envelope on this desk and eventually it will get to the proper
department.
When he reached the desk, he started as the door slammed shut.  I've been
caught in an office I'm not supposed to be in, he thought.  Slowly,
cautiously,
he turned, but no one was there.  Leaving the envelope on the desk he opened
the door and left the office.
     Outside was not what he had expected. The walls were the wrong color,
there was a window where it shouldn't be.  Worse, there was bright sunshine
outside. One never found bright sunshine in New England in February.  On the
other side of a partition wall, he heard a voice answering a telephone.
     "University of California Santa Barbara, may I help you?"
     He stepped back into the office and shut the door.  This was very odd.
Maybe it's an after effect of some drugs or something, he thought. Again he
opened the door.  Voices speaking German filled the dull grey office
outside.
     Again, Paris. Again, Wisconsin. Again, Toronto.  He couldn't believe
it.
He had found the second greatest campus legend of all time (finishing right
after the mad slasher who wrote "aren't you glad you didn't turn on the
light").
     He had found the Universal Office.
     From here he had access to every college office in the world. The
computer, other than the desk and chair the only object therein, was
directly
connected to all colleges everywhere.  The power to be had here was
overwhelming.
     For the next twenty years, he became completely familiar with the
workings
of the Office.  Now he was on the brink of his Master Plan (tm).  In just a
little more time he would be able to rule the entire world, from this one
office.   He could control the transfer of funds, circulate propoganda that
led
to protests and student uprisings, and order Mystery Meat and Fish Pucks to
be
served for lunch every day! God, I'm brilliant, he thought, and chuckled
diabolically to himself.
     But now, these upstarts could get in my way. The Legion of Net.Heroes
had
never been a real problem. He wasn't the type they went after.  They were
too
busy with their Acton Lord and Ultimate Ninja to bother with an
administrator.
But the Net.Trenchcoat.Brigade, they could not resist tampering with the
plans
of...the Netromancer!!!!
     After several minutes of diabolical laughter, he calmed down enough to
examine the file again.  I must strike at their leader, he thought, pull out
their support beam, take the filling out of their Twinkie, but *who*?  He
examined the names, numerically analyzed the addresses, meditated on the
.sigs
until at last he found it.
     "You don't want her in charge," it read, "believe me."
     "Well, that's a clear attempt at diversion if I ever saw one!" he
cried.
"Alright, my Lady, you will be my first target..."

********

     "What the bloody hell is this?"  Lady Johanna Constantine stared
blankly
at the screen.
     "access denied - account cancelled"
     On the other side of the room, Kit looked up from grading exams.
"What's
up, LJ?"
     "My account," she said, slumping into the chair. "It's gone.  I'm cut
off." Frantically she tried to access the system again, to no avail.
     "Forget to pay your bill, did you?" Kit seemed annoyingly
disinterested in
her current plight.
     "No, the bill cleared. I don't know what's happening." She turned to
face
him. "Say, can I..."
     "No," he said, anticipating her request. Bad things tended to happen to
all the people whose accounts she had ever borrowed.  Kit was enjoying being
alive for the present.
     "Well, if I won't get any help from you..." She stormed across the
room to
the coat rack. In a well practiced flourish, she donned her trenchcoat,
which
was lying on the floor beneath the rack, and threw open the door.
     "Where you going, luv," Kit murmured without looking up from his
papers.
     "I'm going to do something about this," she said through clenched
teeth.
"No one messes with LJC and gets away with it. This is war!!!"
     Great, thought Kit. Every time she goes off like that, I end up dead
in a
few episodes. Oh well, it's a living...

*******

     And somewhere in Illinois, a young man saw great danger in his gelatin
dessert....

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Mr 13 glanced up from his terminal, "Felching heck!" he exclaimed,
"The wretched mainframe has eaten my data analysis, I will never get my
wretched Phd at this rate."

In a strange little office lost in the shifting zones between all academic
institutions the Netromancer smiled.
"Another member of the wretched Trenchcoat brigade bites the dust, but just
to make sure I will send one of my finest demonic creations, Burak Racey
after him."

The following morning after shrugging off sleep and clunking down the
stairs,
13 found an extremely large pile of letters waiting for him. All were in
sinister brown paper envelopes. He opened the top one and read it in horror.
It was a telephone bill for 800 pounds, he opened the next, an electricity
bill for 1000 pounds, and eventually worked his way down the pile which was
a bill for the purchase of Gary Pallister for 2.3 million pounds.
"Flippin' heck!" he's not even worth 2.3 quid!" he shouted.
"There must be some mistake, my bank account sure can't cover all this and
I didn't use or buy all this stuff."
He then stormed across the living room and opened the door, and saw a small
besuited man carrying a briefcase.

"Good morning sir, but I am afraid you can't step out of your front door
today, you are at least 10 months late in paying your front door tax."
"Front door tax?" queried 13.
"Yes, you use your front door and so must pay tax on it, it comes to 46
pounds
and 32 pence actually, but if you think that is too high, for a small extra
charge we will install a meter to your door so you can pay as you use."
"I think I'll climb out of the window then."
"Ah, but if you do that you will find yourself liable for the far higher
curtain and venetian blind tax."
"The back door?"
"Ah, your back door has been confiscated for your non payment of tax."

13 went through the house and discovered that his back door was no longer
there, in its place was a large advertisement for mouthwash.
"I hate Thursdays" he muttered to himself.
The man was still on the doorstep.
As he passed through the front room on the way through to the door he
noticed a note sticking out from under the bills.

It said simply:
"13 beware, you may be being watched by the Netromancer."
It had no name signed to it, but 13's mind started to whir.
He had heard, but never believed the stories of the infamous Netromancer,
he rarely believed anything as he was an innate sceptic. He thought however
that his current predicament might have something to do with that hallowed
being.

"I also regret to inform you that you have not paid your oxygen tax either,
so I am at liberty to remove all the oxygen from said establishment
forthwith."

13 thought he had better do something fast.
"You haven't collected your knuckle sandwich tax either mate." he said,
"Here is a down payment."
With that he launched himself forward punching the man squarely on the jaw.
The man hit the ground with a large thump and appeared to seep into the
earth and vanish.
13 looked around the house, the back door was back, though it had acquired a
coating of pink paint on its travels, and the bills had disappeared.
He grabbed his hat and trenchcoat and left the house.
"I knew I shouldn't have had that kebab last night," he muttered.

This battle against the Netromancer was won, but how goes the war?

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Next Week:  More NTB Fun with Wrath of The Administrator Part Three!!

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Arthur "Same Classic Channel.  But Same Time?  Probably not." Spitzer

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stood and paced the office.=C2=A0 It was a small room, with no windows and<=
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partment.<br>When he reached the desk, he started as the door slammed shut.=
=C2=A0 I've been<br>caught in an office I'm not supposed to be in, =
he thought.=C2=A0 Slowly, cautiously,<br>he turned, but no one was there.=
=C2=A0 Leaving the envelope on the desk he opened<br>the door and left the =
office.<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0Outside was not what he had expected. The wa=
lls were the wrong color,<br>there was a window where it shouldn't be.=
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sunshine in New England in February.=C2=A0 On the<br>other side of a partit=
ion wall, he heard a voice answering a telephone.<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0&q=
uot;University of California Santa Barbara, may I help you?"<br>=C2=A0=
 =C2=A0 =C2=A0He stepped back into the office and shut the door.=C2=A0 This=
 was very odd.<br>Maybe it's an after effect of some drugs or something=
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led the dull grey office outside.<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0Again, Paris. Agai=
n, Wisconsin. Again, Toronto.=C2=A0 He couldn't believe it.<br>He had f=
ound the second greatest campus legend of all time (finishing right<br>afte=
r the mad slasher who wrote "aren't you glad you didn't turn o=
n the<br>light").<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0He had found the Universal Of=
fice.<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0From here he had access to every college offic=
e in the world. The<br>computer, other than the desk and chair the only obj=
ect therein, was directly<br>connected to all colleges everywhere.=C2=A0 Th=
e power to be had here was<br>overwhelming.<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0For the =
next twenty years, he became completely familiar with the workings<br>of th=
e Office.=C2=A0 Now he was on the brink of his Master Plan (tm).=C2=A0 In j=
ust a<br>little more time he would be able to rule the entire world, from t=
his one<br>office. =C2=A0 He could control the transfer of funds, circulate=
 propoganda that led<br>to protests and student uprisings, and order Myster=
y Meat and Fish Pucks to be <br>served for lunch every day! God, I'm br=
illiant, he thought, and chuckled <br>diabolically to himself.<br>=C2=A0 =
=C2=A0 =C2=A0But now, these upstarts could get in my way. The Legion of Net=
.Heroes had<br>never been a real problem. He wasn't the type they went =
after.=C2=A0 They were too<br>busy with their Acton Lord and Ultimate Ninja=
 to bother with an administrator.<br>But the Net.Trenchcoat.Brigade, they c=
ould not resist tampering with the plans<br>of...the Netromancer!!!!<br>=C2=
=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0After several minutes of diabolical laughter, he calmed do=
wn enough to<br>examine the file again.=C2=A0 I must strike at their leader=
, he thought, pull out<br>their support beam, take the filling out of their=
 Twinkie, but *who*?=C2=A0 He<br>examined the names, numerically analyzed t=
he addresses, meditated on the .sigs<br>until at last he found it.<br>=C2=
=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0"You don't want her in charge," it read, &qu=
ot;believe me."<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0"Well, that's a clear =
attempt at diversion if I ever saw one!" he cried.<br>"Alright, m=
y Lady, you will be my first target..."<br><br>********<br><br>=C2=A0 =
=C2=A0 =C2=A0"What the bloody hell is this?" =C2=A0Lady Johanna C=
onstantine stared blankly<br>at the screen.<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0"ac=
cess denied - account cancelled"<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0On the other s=
ide of the room, Kit looked up from grading exams. "What's<br>up, =
LJ?"<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0"My account," she said, slumping=
 into the chair. "It's gone.=C2=A0 I'm cut<br>off." Frant=
ically she tried to access the system again, to no avail.<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =
=C2=A0"Forget to pay your bill, did you?" Kit seemed annoyingly d=
isinterested in<br>her current plight.<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0"No, the=
 bill cleared. I don't know what's happening." She turned to f=
ace<br>him. "Say, can I..."<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0"No,"=
; he said, anticipating her request. Bad things tended to happen to<br>all =
the people whose accounts she had ever borrowed.=C2=A0 Kit was enjoying bei=
ng<br>alive for the present.<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0"Well, if I won&#3=
9;t get any help from you..." She stormed across the room to<br>the co=
at rack. In a well practiced flourish, she donned her trenchcoat, which<br>=
was lying on the floor beneath the rack, and threw open the door.<br>=C2=A0=
 =C2=A0 =C2=A0"Where you going, luv," Kit murmured without lookin=
g up from his papers.<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0"I'm going to do some=
thing about this," she said through clenched teeth.<br>"No one me=
sses with LJC and gets away with it. This is war!!!"<br>=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =
=C2=A0Great, thought Kit. Every time she goes off like that, I end up dead =
in a<br>few episodes. Oh well, it's a living...<br><br>*******<br><br>=
=C2=A0 =C2=A0 =C2=A0And somewhere in Illinois, a young man saw great danger=
 in his gelatin<br>dessert....<br><br>-------------------------------------=
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--------------------------------------------<br><br>Mr 13 glanced up from h=
is terminal, "Felching heck!" he exclaimed,<br>"The wretched=
 mainframe has eaten my data analysis, I will never get my<br>wretched Phd =
at this rate."<br><br>In a strange little office lost in the shifting =
zones between all academic<br>institutions the Netromancer smiled.<br>"=
;Another member of the wretched Trenchcoat brigade bites the dust, but just=
<br>to make sure I will send one of my finest demonic creations, Burak Race=
y<br>after him."<br><br>The following morning after shrugging off slee=
p and clunking down the stairs,<br>13 found an extremely large pile of lett=
ers waiting for him. All were in<br>sinister brown paper envelopes. He open=
ed the top one and read it in horror.<br>It was a telephone bill for 800 po=
unds, he opened the next, an electricity<br>bill for 1000 pounds, and event=
ually worked his way down the pile which was<br>a bill for the purchase of =
Gary Pallister for 2.3 million pounds.<br>"Flippin' heck!" he=
's not even worth 2.3 quid!" he shouted.<br>"There must be so=
me mistake, my bank account sure can't cover all this and<br>I didn'=
;t use or buy all this stuff."<br>He then stormed across the living ro=
om and opened the door, and saw a small<br>besuited man carrying a briefcas=
e.<br><br>"Good morning sir, but I am afraid you can't step out of=
 your front door<br>today, you are at least 10 months late in paying your f=
ront door tax."<br>"Front door tax?" queried 13.<br>"Ye=
s, you use your front door and so must pay tax on it, it comes to 46 pounds=
<br>and 32 pence actually, but if you think that is too high, for a small e=
xtra<br>charge we will install a meter to your door so you can pay as you u=
se."<br>"I think I'll climb out of the window then."<br>=
"Ah, but if you do that you will find yourself liable for the far high=
er<br>curtain and venetian blind tax."<br>"The back door?"<b=
r>"Ah, your back door has been confiscated for your non payment of tax=
."<br><br>13 went through the house and discovered that his back door =
was no longer<br>there, in its place was a large advertisement for mouthwas=
h.<br>"I hate Thursdays" he muttered to himself.<br>The man was s=
till on the doorstep.<br>As he passed through the front room on the way thr=
ough to the door he<br>noticed a note sticking out from under the bills.<br=
><br>It said simply:<br>"13 beware, you may be being watched by the Ne=
tromancer."<br>It had no name signed to it, but 13's mind started =
to whir.<br>He had heard, but never believed the stories of the infamous Ne=
tromancer,<br>he rarely believed anything as he was an innate sceptic. He t=
hought however<br>that his current predicament might have something to do w=
ith that hallowed<br>being.<br><br>"I also regret to inform you that y=
ou have not paid your oxygen tax either,<br>so I am at liberty to remove al=
l the oxygen from said establishment forthwith."<br><br>13 thought he =
had better do something fast.<br>"You haven't collected your knuck=
le sandwich tax either mate." he said,<br>"Here is a down payment=
."<br>With that he launched himself forward punching the man squarely =
on the jaw.<br>The man hit the ground with a large thump and appeared to se=
ep into the<br>earth and vanish.<br>13 looked around the house, the back do=
or was back, though it had acquired a<br>coating of pink paint on its trave=
ls, and the bills had disappeared.<br>He grabbed his hat and trenchcoat and=
 left the house.<br>"I knew I shouldn't have had that kebab last n=
ight," he muttered.<br><br>This battle against the Netromancer was won=
, but how goes the war?<br><br>--------------------------------------------=
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