Off the coast of South Africa, a madman's plans began to come together. Doctor Doom had ordered a small squadron of Doombots to salvage the ocean.

"We must keep searching till we discover the satellite. So commands Lord Doom. Rarely is the master wrong. If the satellite fell within this vacinity then it did."

In Latveria, Dr. Doom monitored his droids as they upturned the sand beneath the ocean.

"The Fantastic Four believe they have beaten me by choosing to hide like termites. Victor Von Doom will not have this. Even now my droids shall uncover the tool that shall bring them out of hiding. The man called Fasaud will no doubt be angered for his salty imprisonment. The trapped Arabian will no doubt be pleased and indebted to me when I come to his aid."

One doombot returned to the salvage vessel.

"Summon Doom, I believe we have discovered what he is looking for."

Doom's burnt face lit up with excitement as he heard the news.

"You have done well my droids. Bring it to me," declared Doctor Doom.

A large clanging noise rang out from the belly of the surveying vessel. A large hand like device slowly lowered from the vessel's underside. The mechanical pinchers cut through the ocean's waves to Doom's desired treasure. The carcass of the satellite rusted from the salt of the oceans rose from out of its salty grave. Unbeknownst to Doom, his droids were being watched by a familiar nemesis. His vessel was cloaked in the sky and surrounded by condensation to make it appear to be a cloud which hovered above the droids. An old man dressed in Latverian clothing tugged at his beard.

"Master!!"

A young twelve year old in a robe entered the vessel's room with a cigar lit in hand. Boris beckoned the child to come to his side.

"Yes Boris, How may I help you?" questioned Kristoff.

"Kristoff, did you forget about why we are here?"

"Of course not, Boris. I shan't let Doom get away with this. I shall enjoy placing a kink in the old man's plans."

The 12 year old entered his armor which had been forged in Dr. Doom's own image.

"Yes, Boris something else before I leave. Please prepare some sandwiches and tea for my return. I will be quite famished. And do not forget my faithful servant, take off that annoying bread crust."

"Aye, my leige."

Kristoff hovered above the ships floor and flew out of the vessel's cargo bay. Minutes had passed as the Doombots had taken whim of Kristoff's presence. One of the Doombots pointed in Kristoff's direction as he came closer and closer.

"Emergency, we have just encountered an incoming projectile."

Doom looked on perplexed from his Latverian laboratory.

Who would dare?

"Put the assailant on the screen now!" ordered Doctor Doom. " No.... it's my failed replica, Kristoff. Doombots distract that boy."

Kristoff sped toward the vessel and used his computerized armor to to calculate the battle formation that the Doombots had executed.

"Oh great!! Doombots."

A barrage of heat seeking mini missiles ejected from Kristoff's armor. The Doombots metallic composition hindered them as their slow moving bodies were unable to dodge the flying war heads. Explosions commenced as Kristoff turned his attention to the sattelite wreckage. Peices of Doombots floated upon the rough seas.

"Two down, three more to go."

Doctor Doom began to fear that his plans would be usurped.

"Initiate the teleportation device. I shall have to go there myself to recover the item."

Doctor Doom's body phased out of his Latverian laboratory and reappeared in the wreckage.

"The inner hull of this satellite has been kept in a nice preserved state. Aaah. There it is. The hard drive."

Meanwhile, Kristoff had finished off the Doombots and placed his attention on the satellite.

"Hmmm... what's this? My sensors have picked up a life aboard that dangling wreckage. Doom.. I owe you this late Christmas present."

Cannons jutted out from under Kristoff's green cloak and sprayed laser fire into the satellite. The wreckage shuddered from Kristoff's blows. Doom ripped the hard drive from the satellite and activated his boosters as he ruptured the satellite's hull.

"Boy!! I'm not pleased!!" Doom exclaimed.

Kristoff watched as Doom made his getaway.

"Alright, lets see if my new short distance teleporter works."

Doom looked back towards Kristoff's direction in confusion.

"Where is that buffoon?"

Suddenly, Kristtoff appeared in front of Doctor Doom.

"Miss me, pops?"

A large round energy bubble surrounded Dr. Doom's body. Kristoff began to fire his gauntlets full force at Doom, but discovered his weapons couldn't penetrate his protective sheilding. Doom began to laugh.

"Are you done? These tantrums of yours are quite bothersome and disgraceful for someone who is supposed to be my protege."

Kristoff pointed has gauntlets in Dr. Doom's direction.

"You will die now, old man."

"Yes, of course. Please continue your childish assault", taunted Doom.

Kristoff paused for a second and took note of the energy readings that originated from the energy bubble.

"Doom's shield is going off the scale. Oh nooo......"

Before Kristoff could react Dr. Doom's sheild that had taken the brunt of Kristoff's blows absorbed the energy that had been released upon it and redirected it at Kristoff's direction. Kristoff's limp body fell towards the water surface. Doom relished seeing Kristoff's body float upon the water's surface.

"And Kristoff let this be a rememberance to you that there is only one true Doom."

Boris fished Kristoff's comatose body from the ocean.

"My leige, what a mess you have made of yourself."

Boris heard a beeping noise that rang out from Kristoff's armor.

"Hmm... my master's armor com voice recorder." Boris pressed a button and a tiny disk was realesed by the armor. Boris placed the disk into the ships onboard computer.

"Boris it seems that old geezer got the best of me this time. Anyway, send the Fasaud file to Cassie's father. I'll get Victor yet."

Doctor Doom had returned to his castle and recovered from the battle fatigue caused by his confrontation with Kristoff.

I had worried that the circuits would have been deteriorated by the salt.

"Computer, access the satellite hard drive."

The screen flickered and the outline of a face appeared.

"Where am I?" spoke the computerized face in Arabic tongue.

The digital face was bland. Nothing prominant except a very long distinct beard. On top of the head of the computerized image was a regal turban.

"You have been gone for some time," stated Doom.

The computerized face cringed.

"You want me to help you? Bahh!! This Sheik shall not sully his hands with the likes of you European trash."

"One phrase that I think may change your mind: the Fantastic Four," retorted Doom.

Fasaud's eyes lit up with anger.

"Those four ruined my plans.* Revenge will be most sweet. They shall feel the wraith of Fasaud." (* See Marvel's Fantastic Four (first series) #308-310--Dino)

Ms. Marvel, Crystal, the Human Torch, and the Thing had stopped Fasaud's plans for taking over the world. The battle culminated by Fasaud being downloaded into a satellite which orbited the earth. The Thing and Ms. Marvel succesfully brought the satellite crashing down into the ocean.

"Good Fasaud, I have just patched your signal into the American satellite network. Now go my Middle Eastern associate and bring them forth."

The digital face disappeared from Doom's screen as Fasaud's digital television signal comingled with that of the United States.

Greer Nelson, alias Tigra dropped by the Fantastic Four headquarters to drop off some space dust which she had gathered from her brief time while in space as a souvenir for Reed and was told by Alicia that the Fantastic Four had not returned.*

(* Last issue--Dino)

"How is Franklin taking it?" questioned Tigra.

"He seems to be okay. I pretty much have him convinced that his parents went on a vacation."

The two sat at the dinning table.

"From my own experiences with them Alicia, I think Reed and company can handle themselves."

"Tigra, I appreciate you staying around till they return."

"No problemo, Alicia."

Franklin ran into the room and saw Tigra.

"Hubba, hubba!"

Franklin jumped into Tigra's lap.

"Whoah now, slow down there cow poke. You going to squish all the nine lives out of this girl."

"Can I get tossed a few times?" begged Franklin.

"No tosses for you my handsome young man, but I let you scratch me behind my ear."

"Yippiiee!"

Cosmicus' vessel had left the earth's atmosphere with the Fantastic Four as his captive.

"Computer, how does the cargo fair?"

"All is well. The sedative has been applied. Currently, preparations are underway for constructing the hunt zone on deck five."

"Most excellent. Soon I shall strike each one of them down. Perhaps, I shall mount their carcasses as trophies as well."

"As you wish for now," answered the computer.

Cosmicus stared out into the deeps of space.

"I fear my sanity has begun to give way. In my dreams I see this boy. I close my eyes I see this boy. I have yet to mention it to the computer in fear it may sense me as being weak. I find myself awakened aboard a strange vessel with my past clouded from my memory."

A day passed since Tigra had settled down into the Fantastic Four's headquarters.

This is quite awkward. I call in sick for my model shoot and the television channels are going crazy. False news reports going on everywhere.

Minutes away, Scott Lang, otherwise known as the Ant-Man had taken residence in an apartment on Rhode Island. His daughter, Cassie sat at his computer and looked through her e-mail.

"I sure hope Kristoff emailed me..."

To Cassie's surprise she saw a message sent by Kristoff. Cassie ran to her father who sat on the floor and began to repair a VCR.

"I can't believe this. I can fix million dollar computers, but I'm getting stumped by a one hundred dollar VCR..."

Cassie had a big smile on her face and her arms were thrown up in the air.

"Dad, Kristoff sent me a message."

Scott shook his head in defiance.

"Honey, no way am I going to let you go out on a date with that little tyrant."

"Pa, It's not for me it's for you."

Scott Lang delayed his tinkering with the VCR, downloaded the Fasaud file, and began to look it over.

"Oh my god. This madman can't be released upon the world."

Scott immediately, went to the phone to call the Fantastic Four His fingers frantically pressed each key. Tigra picked up the phone in a nasal voice and coughed.

"Hello," greeted Tigra with a scratchy voice.

"Sue?"

"Uhmm.. No."

"Okay, well I'm Scott Lang. Whoever you are; I was just sent something that shows the world maybe in for some big trouble. Is Reed there?"

Tigra's whiskers twitched.

"Grrr!! Whoever I am? You may not know this pretty boy, but you are dealing with one of the most sexy Avengers that ever posed for Playboy!!"

"Oh, Tigra it's nice to finally speak with you," replied Scott.

"Meow! Thats more like it. You're telling me. I just turned on Barney for Franklin and he started spewing Arabic from his mouth. What's even worse is Barney gnawed off the head of one of his television friends."

Franklin yelled from the background.

"Tiggy, this weird guy just showed up on the TV..."

Tigra moved with the finesse of a cat along the carpeted phone with the telephone in her hand.

"Scott go to your television right now and turn that sucker on. It's got some fugly and pasely dude on it."

The digital face of Fasaud appeared upon the television screen.

"Hello people of Manhattan. My name is Fasaud. If the Fantastic Four does not come to town square within three days time to face me I shall turn your own television signals against you. You shall all face the wraith of the mighty Fasaud."

He could completely shut down the city with his false reports, thought Tigra.

"Scott, get yourself down here right now," purred Tigra.

Scott arrived to the Fantastic Four's headquarters with his daughter Cassie and was greeted by Tigra at the door.

"Cassie, go keep Franklin company. "

Cassie and Franklin entered into the living room to watch t.v.

"Tigra, I was sent this file a few days ago from Kristoff."

"Kristoff...?" Tigra appeared shocked by the revelation.

"Tigra, it's a long story."

Tigra began to look Scott over from head to toe.

"By the way Scott, not too shabby," said Tigra.

"Shabby?" answered Scott with a perplexed look on his face.

Scott Lang had become speechless by the comment. Scott and Tigra went into the computer room and accessed the Fantastic Four's historical database.

Hmm... Yeah the girls were right. This Ant Man makes Hank Pym look like Marc Anthony...

"Okay here it is," announced Scott. " I have found the the incident report put up by Ben when they first faced Fasaud. It's not that complete."

Scott scratched his head while Tigra looked over his shoulder.

"Well Scott. That's my big boy's Ben Grimm, handy work for ya."

"Anyway from what we can tell is that it seemed Crystal had the best effect in battling him. It appears she would create distortions to Fasaud's signal by causing changes in the elements," explained Scott.

Tigra sat in a chair with her legs crossed and a note pad in her hand. Tigra slowly began to pull the short skirt up her leg. Scott stared for a second and noticed Tigra started chewing on the top of the eraser.

"Okay, so Sharon Ventura is missing and the Fantastic Four are missing. Scott, what about Kristoff?"

"Tigra, I'm not sure how to contact him."

Tigra had dropped the pencil on the floor and bent down and picked it up with her back end pointed in Scott's direction.

Oh my god! Here I thought the stories about Tigra were so farfetched. What have I gotten myself into?

Tigra's eyes got real bright, and stopped staring at Scott.

Of course, she thought.

Tigra instructed Scott to turn on the video screen and the two relayed a message to the Wakandan palace of T'Challa.

"Tigra, as always it is a pleasure to gaze on a a feminine creature as beautiful as you", stated T'Challa.

"T'Challa the feeling's mutual and maybe one of these days we can each do a little scratching on each others backs. As much as I'd love this just to be a house call we are going to need your help against someone named Fasaud. Since the originals aren't here I figured it is best that some group calling themselves the Fantastic Four take him on. If anything else it may stir some confusion. I kind of felt we should keep it in the family."

"Of course, but I shall contact the Avengers to be on standby", mentioned T'Challa.

Tigra thoroughly explained the situation to T'Challa.

"Tigra, I shall arrive shortly", answered T'Challa.

Scott rose from his chair and poured some coffee into a mug.

"It seems to me that Crystal had the greatest impact in battling this menace," stated Scott.

Tigra turned her attention back towards Scott.

"Scott, I like your smile. Anyway, Crystal is another dead end, too. I have no idea how to contact her."

Scott entered into Reed's laboratory in a borrowed white coat and goggles that covered his eyes

"Tigra, get the coffee ready it sounds like I'm going to be spending some time in the lab."

"Sure thing, purrrrrrrrrrrrrr."

Franklin peered from around the corner and overheard their conversation. Cassie grasped Franklin's arm from behind.

"Come on lets watch some cartoons."