Previously in Alpha Flight: At the hospital where he worked, Shaman was attacked by Pestilence and teleported to Live World where he was locked in combat with the Dream Queen. Meanwhile, Pestilence transformed himself into a doppelganger of Shaman and infiltrated the Alpha Complex, while the real Shaman fought the Dream Queen.

The Alpha Complex

Once he was a mortal man, living the life other people dreamed about across the watery waves as chief science officer and doctor for the ships, Terror and Erebus. His name was F.R. Crozier but nowadays he was known as the half mortal, half-demon called Pestilence. He had spent the latter part of his long, centuries old life in battle with the Canadian super team, Alpha Flight, and more specifically, to become one with the demigoddess, Narya, Snowbird.

His mission hadn't changed one bit. He was still in battle with that blonde-haired witch but his means to achieve that end had changed somewhat. Now he was in connection with the evil sorcerer who had plagued Alpha Flight in the past and failed but wanting to try again, Llan, the Sorcerer. Llan wanted to gather all of Alpha's past enemies in his army with one sole purpose; to kill Alpha Flight, once and for all.

Llan had granted him new powers to teleport the mystical Shaman to the other dimension of Live World and leave him for dead there. Shaman may have been great in magical prowess but he knew diddly about hand to hand combat skills. He relied too heavily on his medicine pouch and his Spirit Staff. Right now, the Dream Queen, whom Llan also trapped in Live World, is battling him to the death. She hated Alpha Flight more than anyone in Llan's army, including Pestilence.

The final phase of Llan's plan. To make everyone in Alpha's ranks believe that Pestilence is the real Shaman so that he can infiltrate them.

Shaman sat at the computer terminal that Alphanex was at and processed the right encryption codes to enter the files on Snowbird, his beloved 'mother'. She was the one that Pestilence hated most in this fragile, mortal orb from the sun. He sent the information to one of the computer centers at Llan's skyscraper. He would use it later.

No one suspcted that he was not the real Shaman. A masking spell two-fold was put into place, to their physical eyes and any probes they might want to put into place.

This could be fun, Pestilence thought.

London, Canada

"Brainwave."

"Kamikaze."

The two former members of the Advanced Idea Mechanics strikeforce met at the old HQ of the Hydra splinter group to put an end to this AIM affair once and for all. Brainwave was the last loose end that Alpha Flight needed to clean up and Guardian sent Kamikaze to do it for them.

"You have caused enough problems to Alpha Flight recently," Kamikaze spoke to his opponent. "First by stealing Shaman's medicine pouch, after causing the citzenry of Toronto to run amock, then by releasing Pestilence and having him possess your body, and finally, by possessing Talisman's mind and freeing the Dream Queen and Llan, the Sorcerer. I have never fought mystical beings before but whatever the threat they pose to my new friends in Alpha Flight, I have discovered that you are the cause. I have vowed to stop you and put you in a Department H security prison as the rest of the Faux Alpha Flight."

"You are welcome to try," Brainwave said, as his eyes glowed with psychic energy. "But let's see what's going on inside that tortured brain of yours." With that said, Brainwave lanced psionic energy through the mind of the new Alphan, Kamikaze, probing and prodding until he could find what he was looking for, something to mold with. Their eyes locked and held, as Brainwave put him in a hypnotic trance.

When the villain belonging to AIM again looked at the form of Kamikaze, he was nothing but a lumbering, slavering, drooling beast of destruction. Brainwave knew that Kamikaze was trained in the art of dealing death in all its myraid forms, proving himself as a valid and cohesive member of the Alpha Flight team, his sworn enemies, but that didn't mean that he couldn't turn his energies against him in a threatening manner. Score one for AIM.

In the time that Brainwave was a member of the AIM paranormal strikeforce, he learned that Kamikaze built psychic defenses within his powerful mind against psionic attacks, especially Brainwave's in the event that he turned traitor. That meant that he would have to increase the strength of his psychic onslaught before Kamikaze had a chance to recover.

Kamikaze launched himself into an attack, with arms outstretched, and tackled Brainwave's unprotected form in a classic wrestling move. Brainwave was good in the application of psionic attacks but not too good in self defense and hand to hand combat, so he was unprepared for the ninja's battle-honed fighting techniques.

"NO!! Get offa me, you crazy fool--!!" Brainwave screamed at the top of his lungs, moving his arms this way and kicking with his legs that way, trying to get the ninja off his body. He wanted to break the hold that his scissor lock had on him.

"You're really stupid, you know that, Brainwave. You're a dangerous adversary but not dangerous enough to stop a ninja."

Touching his temples with his forefingers, Brainwave sent out a psychic barrage to make Kamikaze's brain think that he was feeling incredible pain. It was a horror-show of incredible proportions.

Then, the psychic sent a series of punches in the general direction of Kamikaze's face to push him off of his body. The ninja fell off him and Brainwave saw this as his opportunity to flee.

Kamikaze was asleep for a minute or two, long enough for Brainwave to escape into the day.

The Alphan-ninja woke up seconds later. The blow had caught him more by surprise than actually hurting him. This was going to be harder than he first realized. Brainwave, despite his obvious weaknesses, could be a worthy foe. He would have to be on his guard in the future when battling him.

Oh, well, he thought, might as well get on the go and find this jerk. He had a good head start already.

Later

A nunchuka flew through the air, making whizzing sounds, and caught on Brainwave's feet, tripping to the grassy foliage below. He fell face first and Kamikaze was right behind him to capture him.

"Why are you doing this, Harada?" Brainwave asked.

"Because I know what it is like to be a member of the AIM strikeforce and believe it or not, you and the Faux Alpha Flight are going to be reformed whether you like it or not."

"Great, sounds like fun."

"Now, c'mon, we have a long trek home." With that said, Kamikaze nervepinched Brainwave, sending him into dreamland.

Live World

"By the Great Spirit…"

By invoking the name of the Great Spirit meant that whatever battle this Shaman was involved in the Gods and the Spirits would take notice and judge the combatants harshly. The two people who could answer the name of the Great Spirit was his daughter Talisman and his other daughter Snowbird, who vowed to leave the affairs of Alpha Flight for a long time. There was no way he could communicate with his comrades in the diminished Alpha Flight. So he was in this alone. Very well. There were worse fates.

"You are making a terrible mistake, Dream Queen," Shaman warned his adversary, as he extracted his Spirit Staff out of his medicine pouch and prepared to use it to his advantage. With a sudden movement that defied description, he thrust the Staff into the ground and out spread metal tenctacles from it to entangle the Dream Queen.

"What the?!" Shaman asked, startled at this reversal of his innate powers. "It seems that instead of springing forth vines and plant-life from the earth and tundra, my Staff brought forth what is indigenious to this world. And what is an example of Live World is alien technology and life."

"An incredible assessment, Shaman! And if you think that cheap parlor tricks would stop me, you are sadly mistaken, as you thought I was. So as for this…" The Dream Queen laughed aloud and eldritch energy flashed incongruently around, playing havoc with Shaman's mystical spells of enchantment and she was once again free from his trap. Free to wreak more havoc on his helpless physical system.

"Last time you and that accursed Alpha Flight were on my home world of Live World," the Dream Queen said matter-of-factly, "I was not here because your daughter, Talisman, sent me to another dimension where I was trapped until she sent me free recently. The world was like malleable clay, you could shape it like a sculptor, but nevermore, Shaman. Now, I rule this world again. So you should be the first to die by my hands and Alpha Flight will soon follow suit."

"Dream Queen," Shaman said, "Think about the situation here for a brief moment. Llan sent you here to do away with me, right? Obviously, he has no use for you and wanted to trap you here forever. We can work together. I think I can create a portal out of here. We both can defeat him with the help of Alpha Flight."

The Dream Queen paused and then, broke out in laughter. "Are all you Alpha Flighters so naïve as you? You can just reform all your enemies like you did Wild Child and Kamikaze. It just doesn't work that way. Especially not with me." "Well, you can't fault me for trying. I'm no Diamond Lil, after all."

As soon as those words were spoken, Shaman saw that the Dream Queen was laughing more uproariously than before and he was soon surrounded by blue mechanoids that were spawned from Live World.

Shaman heard about these blue alien mechanoids from the files on the Dream Queen and Live World in Alphanex. They were her personal elite guard to protect her from invaders. They were first put to the test by attacking Alpha Flight when they were in her world.

Shaman frowned and reached inside his medicine pouch. He extracted a plant-like that was earth-born and yet not at the same time. The blue mechanoids were bowled over by the thing, for that was the only thing that could be called. "I have dealt with your guard, Dream Queen, now I am coming for you," Shaman said, rushing her with his quick reflexes and inherent speed.

Shaman knew that the Dream Queen was a cowardess by heart and in truth, she was everything that comprised that word. When she attacked Canada in a brief encounter with Alpha Flight and Talisman, she used to brainwash other people to do her fighting for her. She would have to do something quick or she would be doomed.

Shaman pulled his fist back.

"May your friends now be your enemies," the Dream Queen said, as she placed a spell on him.

Energy crackled around their two super human bodies and Shaman punched the Dream Queen upside the head as she slipped into unconsciousness.

With the Dream Queen asleep, Shaman used a magical spell from his pouch to transport himself home.

Department H Security Floor

Kamikaze walked through the hallways, outlining the cells that held the many villians that Alpha Flight had managed to capture over the past few months, since the Sorcerer Affair. They included members of the AIM paranormal strikeforce and their most notable leader; the Faux Alpha Flight and the Scientist Supreme.

Walking beside Kamikaze was Brainwave, the last member of AIM's paranormal strikeforce. He was a known telepath but made immobile by Kamikaze utilizing AIM's power dampening chains on his person. He had a frown upon his face and Kamikaze suspected that Brainwave, along with the rest of AIM's captives were waiting and planning for their chance at escape which was nigh impossible because of this impregnable fortress within Canada.

Stopping at his particular cell, Brainwave was relinquished of his handcuffs but the power dampening fields were left within his costume. As Kamikaze put the energy field doors to close him inside, Brainwave sat down on his cot and glared at the new Alphan, with a sinister look of hate and anger at being reprimanded at his present position.

"So, tell me, Harada," Brainwave said, edging closer to the cell's energy field but not touching it, " What changed you so? Was it that a woman, a Canadian woman no less, took pity on you and took it upon herself to reform you when you know that you didn't deserve it? What was it then? Tell me, inquiring minds want to know."

"Yes, Lillian was a leading factor. I also believe that I can be a cohesive and integral part of this team. I belong here moreso than being a paid assassin for hire in the employ of the likes of you and your illustrious boss, two cells down."

"Same old story that I've heard before in the business," Brainwave said. "People say that they want to be reformed but it never happens. They always go back to their old, treacherous ways."

"What about Wild Child? He was a member of Alpha Flight for a time. How do you explain that? There are exceptions to your rules." Kamikaze tried not to let Brainwave know from behind his mask how upset he was at this age-old argument. To say the least, he was primed to battle. He was tempted to beat the living crap out of him right here and now, even with the power dampening field on his telepathic person.

"Yes, they are exceptions but he doesn't count. When he was cured from his madness that caused him to go on mindless rampages that Alpha Flight and Wolverine had to clean up, he wasn't the same. Y'know, like you he lost that killer instinct. What happens now? You were trained to be the world's greatest, living killing machine. You are only on a par with Wolverine. You can't kill on a team or with these self-righteous Alphans."

"Maybe not. But then maybe my true calling is not to be a killing machine like Wolverine, maybe I was meant for greater things. Like to help people from being trapped in the lifestyle I have chosen before I was an Alphan. I like what I am now. I am ridding the world of greater evils than myself. I never thought that would be possible. But hey, that's just me. And you can't do a thing about it because you are stuck on my team's jail."

"Even with this power dampening field on my person, you can't hide your thoughts from a powerless telepath. You were born to be one of us. One day you'll turn traitor to these Canadians and come home. One day you will, I swear it!!" With that comment left said, Kamikaze turned his back to Brainwave and the other prisoners and walked down the hallway until he faded from sight.

The Alpha Complex

Madison Jeffries and Diamond Lil walked down the hallway to their quarters. They held each other's hands as married couple were wont to do. The topic of discussion as always was Kamikaze and the threat he posed to Alpha Flight.

"Kamikaze should be back from his mission by now," Diamond Lil said, as they edged a corner to approach their quarters. "I hope he was able to get Brainwave into the security prison downstairs. But then, if anyone could capture that blackguard, he can. I mean, really."

"Are you still fawning over that guy?" Madison Jeffries asked. "How could you like him the way you do? I don't know what you see in him anyway. I know you're trying to reform him and all that, we're all thankful for that including me, but you must see that he's no damn good."

"Aw, c'mon, Maddie, you can't mean that. I was once a member of Omega Flight with the only desire to kill Guardian, Alpha's leader, and Alpha reformed me. If me, than why not him? What do you really have against him?"

"Nothing really, only that he tried to kill me in our apartment and kidnap you. That should give you a hint as to why everyone is so edgy around him."

"You just have to give him a chance. I did and look where it got me.'

"The only thing it'll get you is to an early grave," Madison said. He tried to make light of the situation but she saw no reason for his humor.

"Really, Madison. I expected better of you."

"Look at it from my perspective. When you were in a division of Alpha Flight, you were never a villian outright. Hotheaded sure but not a true killer. This guy is a paid assassin. He makes his money out of killing people for fun or profit. What sense does that make to have a guy like that-"

Madison opened the door to their quarters and got a very big surprise. The room was dark as expected and when he turned on the lights, they both saw that Kamikaze was standing by the window, apparently waiting for them to enter.

"What the?!"

"Kamikaze, what are you doing here?" Diamond Lil asked, genuinely surprised.

"I knew it, I knew it!!" Madison yelled at the top of his lungs. "You couldn't be trusted, you had to play us all for fools and dupes for your master plan of taking over the Flight!"

"At least you still have faith in me, Lillian," Kamikaze said, as he turned toward Madison Jeffries and his wife, Diamond Lil.

But before Lil could speak, welcoming Kamikaze into her quarters, Madison raced forward, engaging in an attack on the ninja's waiting form. He frowned, as he stretched his arms outward, transmutating energy flaring about. He had a stern expression upon his face, wanting nothing more than to hurt or possibly kill the newest member of Alpha Flight.

"If you wish to do battle with me," Kamikaze began to say, "Then, I will oblige you." Kamikaze jumped in the air and disappeared, just as the metal objects in the room wanted to entrap him. This was a scenario that played out almost to perfection months ago. Kamikaze reappeared inches behind Madison and grabbed his arms so that he couldn't use his powers anymore.

"Madison Jeffries, calm down, this is not going to do either of us any good!" Kamikaze said, trying to appease to his sense of good reason.

Before another word could be spoken, Madison flipped Kamikaze over his head, taking the ninja by surprise, and hurling him against the window. Kamikaze banged himself on the wall and fell to the floor, stunned. "Madison, stop it now! He didn't mean you or me any harm," Diamond Lil said, as she punched her husband upside the head, trying to knock some sense into him.

Madison got up, touching his cheek where she had belted him. "Tell me, then, what kind of a friend and team-mate would sneak into a woman's quarters just to talk to her and her husband?"

"I don't know-I-well, why don't you explain it to him and me, Harada?" Lil asked.

"To be honest, I wanted to know if Lillian would be up for a private workout session in the Combat Room." Kamikaze said.

"Great," Madison said, his arms folded across his broad chest.

"Madison, please," Lil said. She approached Kamikaze and helped him to stand up. "I think that it would be better for you to make suggestions like that when the team is assembled together in the War Room or if you have to come to my quarters, you should knock first before entering."

"I will do better next time, Lillian."

Llan's Skyscraper Headquarters

The nimbus of energy began to take form. It coalesced into a single solid object and then, the portal opened. From its giant maw within the Sorcerer's chambers came Shaman, a mainstay of the Canadian super hero team Alpha Flight. He was weak and drained from the battle with the Dream Queen, who entered through the same portal with him recently, and from the jaunt here. It had taken so much of his energy, drive, and motivation. He had simply lost the will to live. But Llan didn't need his will, he could restart that with enough sorcerer ways. What he did need was his body and limited mind to do what he wanted with the Alphan. He needed Shaman and one other.

Ranark.

Psychically, he summoned Ranark the Ravager into his private domain, his chambers, and then his master plan could begin to take form, to gain an iota of cohesion.

And this time he would not fail. This time Alpha Flight and that accursed Talisman would die at his hands or his benefactor's hands. Either way he would be the winner. Either way he would be pleased beyond measure.

From the unconscious form of the fallen Alphan, Shaman lay on the floor of his chambers, smoke exuding from his backside. Llan had never seen the Alphan mystic so humbled and he liked the sight. He liked the sight of any of his enemies humbled in such a humiliating fashion. Just as long he wasn't humiliated and humbled. That was the key important thing in these matters.

"Wakey, wakey, Shaman dearest," the words procured from Llan's formless mouth. His head was still afire as it always was and his body was bursting with pure power. He grabbed a tuft of Shaman's long, thick, black locks. "Time to do the Sorcerer's bidding. And you know what that means."

"May the Great Spirit consume you for all eternity," Shaman muttered under his breath. The power of speech was all but gone from his weakened form.

Sickened by this sad display of betrayal with his words, Llan slapped Shaman on the cheek, letting go of his hair and bringing him to his knees. The Alphan tried to stand up, vainly, to no avail. "You will obey my every command, Shaman, or I shall kill you," Llan said, softly, whispering into his ears. "But first we must repair your wounds."

Shaman spit out blood and drool, as he tried to stand up on his own again but only getting to his knees. Llan smiled darkly, as only an evil being of his caliber could, and energies flowed from his malicious body into Shaman's. There was an exchange of body essences. The darkness that had claimed Shaman's consciousness soon vanished and was replaced by the light of revenge and to know only Llan's will. The Sorcerer then forced Shaman to stand upright and be revitalized by a new fiber of his very being.

"Dream Queen, I may need your assistance please," Llan spoke, evilly.

The Dream Queen stepped forward, free of the trapping of the recently closed portal to Live World. For a second, Shaman opened his eyes wide at the notion that the Dream Queen had not, as he earlier thought, been condemned to her homeworld by Llan, but free to wreak her havoc on Earth and Canada, specifically.

The ends of her mouth curled upwards in a stark smile of contentment and genuine joy of twisting his emotions to her own pathways of being and Llan's orders. He tried to resist but that too faded with time.

Another evil smile appeared on Shaman's time-wrought face. This was a smile similar to the Dream Queen's and Llan's and now the brainwashed Ranark's.

"What would you have me do, master?" Shaman asked.

"Come closer and I will tell you…"

Northern Canada

Elizabeth Twoyoungmen sat on a perch above the archeological dig that she had been patiently observing and sketched what she plainly saw. That was part of her job, to sketch the artifacts that the other archeologists dug up, including herself. This was a nice break from her job as super heroine mystic to the Canadian super team, Alpha flight, Talisman.

Recently, she told her father, the Alphan mystic called Shaman, a half lie, a white lie in the reason as to why she and Snowbird left the team. They, along with Shaman, were the only ones capable enough to deal with the Triple Mystic Threat that had presented itself to Alpha Flight. She told him that she and Narya were tired of their lives as Alphans and wanted a break from it. She also told him that she and she alone could never deal with Llan and his army.

That was bull, Liz, she told herself. The real reason was that she was gathering her strength and mystical prowess to deal with him as only she could. And she would need the ever-expanding roster of Alpha Flight to combat Llan's army. An army of her own.

Her reverie was broken by her good friend and fellow archeologist, Brad Whitford, seeking her attention. He was a strong looking fellow, blond hair and he wore glasses. In many ways, he looked exactly like Walter Langkowski.

"Liz, there are two people here to see you," Brad had said as he approached.

"Who is it, Brad?" she asked, not looking up at him, only staring at her sketch pad.

"Two Indians… one I think is your father."

"What the?!"

As Brad took his leave and left the three Native Canadians alone, Elizabeth Twoyoungmen donned her mystical tiara and changed into Talisman, upon seeing the form of Ranark with her father, in his Shaman guise. She had no idea what Shaman was doing in the prescence of Ranark the Ravager but she was damn well going to find out now.

"What's going on, Shaman?" she demanded to know.

Shaman stepped forward, a dark grin upon his face. "Why, we are here to simply kill you."

"Do not struggle," Ranark said, also rushing to attack her. "This won't hurt. Much."

"What have you done to my father?" Talisman asked, as her hands burst with mystical energies. She didn't want to attack before she knew what was going on.

"Nothing, dear daughter," Shaman said, as he reached into his medicine pouch to draw forth plant-line vines to entrap Talisman and to make her immobile. The action was so sudden that she didn't know a move had been made.

As they set in for the final kill, Talisman concentrated slightly and sent forth summons to select members of Alpha Flight, members who could rightfully deal with this menace. She just hoped that she wouldn't be dead by the time they arrived.

Toronto

For James Macdonald Hudson, the super hero called Guardian, flying was a joy in and of itself. Down below the hustle and bustle of the Canadian city was present before him. People rushed to and from work, cars honked for the commuters drove with snail-like slowness to another bumper-to-bumper traffic. It was great to be able to be above it all.

In his thirty-plus years, Hudson had seen it all. He had been dead and back alive again. It was as if the villains who desired his death couldn't decide if they wanted him dead or not because just as quickly as they vanquished him off the face of the earth, it would be just as sudden that he would be brought back from the dead. Either as a nineteen-year old teenager or on the moons of Jupiter, in suspended animation. Either way he looked at it, with either incarnation, as young teen or full adult, it was great to be alive. For however long that lasted.

The battlesuit that he created at Am-Can Petroleum (well, to be exact, it was a much clunkier battlesuit he created there but the cyberhelmet was basically the same) made a swift left arc as he landed in an alley way. Now, he would change back into his civvies and meet his wife Heather at the rendezvous point. There, they would make the trek back to the Alpha Complex for another eternally boring meeting that Mr. Gentry felt was worthwhile.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Mac saw that a young urchin had approached him brandishing a very powerful handgun, a .44 magnum. If he weren't wearing his battlesuit under his clothes and his forcefield up, that particular handgun could blow a hole clearly through his chest. He'd be dead in seconds and Heather would be the new leader and mourn his loss again. No way was he going to let that happen again.

"Okay, mac, you know what this is and what I'm here to do, so I suggest that you give me all your money within your pockets and make it quick, mac."

James thought that man, this interloper, was just stupid enough to not know that James' name was indeed 'Mac'. He could tell him later when he carted him off to the local RCMP station.

"Look, buddy," Mac said. "I don't want any trouble so I suggest that you put that peashooter away and kindly turn yourself in to the police." James was half in and half out of his civvies and his costume. Obviously, this man was also stupid enough not to know the difference between a civilian and a super hero. It would be his pleasure to show him that difference. Luckily, it was dark enough in the alley to not reveal his face to the gunman.

"What are you going to do about? Change into a better ensemble."

Pulling his cyber helmet over his face, James Hudson fired twin blasts of electromagnetism, knocking the man unconscious in seconds. He dropped the handgun instantly and the fight was over just as suddenly as it began.

He changed into his costume-battlesuit immediately and soared to the heavens above. On his radio within the helmet, he called to the police's CB radio and informed them of his super hero arrest.

As he soared above the Toronto skyline, a spirit intercepted his flight. He recognized it as one conjured by either Shaman or Talisman. He stopped in his flying and communicated with it.

"You are needed in Northern Canada," the Spirit said. "The one who is our master and known as the Talisman has dire need of your services. Come, I will lead the way."

Guardian smiled. It looked like Heather would have to wait.

A RCMP Post

Anne McKensie sat at her desk within the Royal Canadian Mounted Police Post in Alberta, typing in her report as to the recent arrests made in that town. She had the radio on, to hear the news. There was a news flash from Toronto. "In just now, from Toronto, a young man was arrested today of holding an innocent man at gun point when the Canadian super hero, one of our own, Guardian, intervened and made a citizen's arrest."

Good going, Mr. Hudson, Anne thought, as she paused from her work and listened to the radio. She enjoyed to hear reports of the going-ons of the individual members of Alpha Flight, even though she wasn't an active member any more. She could never commit herself to the team but now that she and Talisman quit the team temporarily only to form the army capable enough to combat Llan and his evil army, she may be able to return to the fold. At least she can hope.

Just then, Corporal Danial Thompson, the brother of her late husband who had just joined the force entered her office. He was a handsome man and a perfect replica of his brother.

"Hello, Dan. What can I do for you?" she asked, as she looked up from her work and turned the radio down to hear what he had to say.

"Oh, nothing. Just making my rounds, doing my best to say hullo to the beautiful female corporals. And you are one of the most beautiful ones we have here, Anne."

She blushed.

"Oh, thank you, but just because you are my late husband's brother doesn't mean that you have to wash me with compliments. I like you despite it all."

He made an innocent smile. "Pretty great talk about Guardian. What I wouldn't give to be on Alpha Flight. They must live a fantastic life."

"Yeh, I guess they do." It was at then that Anne felt a slight twinge in her head and she almost doubled over in pain.

'Anne, what is it, what's wrong??"

"Nothing. I am fine. I am well. But I think I would like to be alone."

"I'll get the nurse."

When Dan Thompson left the office, Anne Mckensie changed into Snowbird and flew out the window, following the summons to Northern Canada.

Sasquatch's and Aurora's Apartment

In their bed together, Walter Langkowski reached over and snuggled with Jeanne-Marie Beaubier. She was clad in a pink nightie and he in his black, silk boxers. They had been at it all night and now that the morning had overcome them, they were ready for a little romance.

"Eet ees so wonderful to be with you again, Walter," Aurora said, cuddling up close to her beau. "Without Alpha Flight and my brothair getting in our way."

"What is it with him? Why doesn't he like me so much?"

"Because he doesn't like any man that comes close to me. He would like to see me only with him, fighting alongside him as Northstar and Aurora, within the ranks of Alpha Flight. His life felt incomplete until we were reunited by James Hudson when he was forming his team."

"I already know that. But it seems that it would be worth his while to see you happy. He seems to want to see you happy. All I want to do is to make you happy as he wants to make you."

"Yes, that is true. But maybe he sees you as the wrong man for me. But then with my amorous ways, he sees any man unworthy of me. I am special to him."

"You're special to me," Walter said, as he engaged with Aurora in a passionate kiss. She responded in kind, kissing him with a long one of her own.

Squinting his eyes when they soon parted, he saw a shape appearing in the window. He put on his glasses and recognized the shape as a spirit being brought by Talisman.

"What do you want? Can't you see that we are involved?" Walter asked, dramatically.

"The one called Talisman has summon us to bring you forth to Northern Canada," the Spirit said. "You are needed as Sasquatch."

"Walter, no!! We don't need Alpha Flight anymore," Aurora yelled at the top of her lungs, covering her almost naked body with a blanket.

"Sorry, babe. I have to do this. The team and Liz needs me."

Walter Langkowski changed into the orange, furry behemoth of Sasquatch and soon both the Spirit and the Alphan were gone from sight, leaving one very annoyed Aurora.

Next issue: Part 3 of our Evil Shaman saga as the rest of Alpha Flight try to find out which Shaman is the real one. See ya there!