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Dear Moonstone: I believe that someone with my qualifications could be of use to the Phantom in rooting out the Singh Brotherhood. Because of my wearing earrings, long hair, moustache and goatee, some people have compared me to a pirate in appearance. I have had some training in Anthropology which encourages the concept of participant observation. In other words, he could send me undercover to investigate and report back to him of what I find out about the Singh Brotherhood. I have had some training in the Martial Arts so I would be able to fight a bit if necessary. I have relatives who are in motorcycle clubs and have had friends that I later found out were in gangs; therefore, I am used to hanging out with potentially dangerous individuals without getting hurt. Not that my own relatives would hurt me. I also have been studying to be a writer; so, I could write very detailed reports if needed.
Thank you, Michael Hinshaw
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Moonstone Folks: To help track down the Singh Brotherhood I’d employ all of the Phantom’s allies in the jungle. The Phantom has 1000 eyes and ears, so I’d have those loyal to him stalk the jungles searching for any news of the Brotherhoods whereabouts. I’d even have some go incognito into Morristown to see what they can find.
I’d hit up the Jungle Patrol and have finding information on the Brotherhood their top priority. I’d also check the Chronicles for any hints as to where they may be.
I’d ask Diana to help her husband using her contacts within the UN to see if she can discover anything.
Personally I don my Mr. Anderson attire and visit all the lowly dens of sin, back allies and clubs where the evil feel safe to find what information I can.
After all my sources had returned I’d relay this information to the Phantom. Scout out the Singh base and then, using my artistic skill, draw up accurate floor plans and building designs to help figure out the best point of infiltration.
I’d then return to the Skull Cave where I’d have my tech roof set up and using my computing skill I’d hack into the Singh main frame and shut down all their security systems, from surveillance cameras to lock, to alarms and even their mainframe firewalls. The base would be completely vulnerable.
I’d groom hero, tell Devil to look after his master and clean his .45s.
And then, because the Phantom works alone, I’d pray for the Brotherhood….because The Phantom is coming for them!
Cheers,
Joe Douglas
Dear Moonstone,
How could I be of help to the Phantom in destroying the Singh Brotherhood you ask? Well, let's just say that with me on his side The Phantom wouldn't have to do much. You see, I was recently bitten by a radioactive spider which granted me incredible spider powers!! With a THWIP and a THWAP the Singh Brotherhood would be down for the count in no time! If my powers have no effect on me then I will quite simply outsmart them using my huge brain! Then if that plan fails as well then I could allways blind them with my super sexyness! And then if that fails.. wait, who am I kidding?? I don't have any of those qualities except the super sexyness!! But their are a couple of things I do have on my side...
A] Youth and B] I'm a pretty darn good actor
Would the Singh suspect a 14 year old kid with arms as thick as sticks? Probably not, as they are pretty stupid. But if they did I could easily act my way out of it. To find the Singh I would do what The Phantom would do, go to where all the roughnecks of Morristown are, the docks. My cover would be that I'm looking for the Singh Brotherhood and want to work with them as a spy. Now, I don't look like a roughneck so I would need a disguise. Guess I've finally found a use for all those friends that are girls!! To strengthen my case, I would need some kind of a fake criminal record, that's where Colonel Worobu and the Jungle Patrol would come into play. Then when the Singh had let me into their "tight" group I would send word to the Deep Woods [by Monkey Mail] that I had found the Singh Brotherhood location! Then he would come in and kick some serious Singh booty. And on that day, the Singh will be no more...
Thanks for your time guys!
Bryce Melville
The Phantom employs the Jungle police to report to him informally of what is taking place in the jungle. I'd work with the police and the jungle community leaders to keep the Ghost who walks apprised of the dangers that lurk around him. Someone has to coordiante all the information coming to him and to pinpoint trends within the community. Why would someone do this/ A heightened sense of the need for justice prompted by a an ufortuante event in my past? Who knows....only the Sha...wait,that's another comic strip.
I think I’m the best help and sidekick for The Phantom. Also if the jungle has thousand eyes and ears to help him, this isn’t enough in the 21st century. I mean the Singh Brotherhood uses modern satellite communication and all the other GPS-stuff. Ships and other means of transportation which are used to smuggle or other crimes– they all need high-tech and navigation systems.
I studied mathematics and computer science at the most recommended universities in the world and I'm able to put and install all this into his cave. He has the money to buy the fastest supercomputers and the rooms and space and I have the know-how to configure and run them. With the help of the machines we can hear Singh Brotherhoods plans and spy their routes.
I can install huge databases with a lot of information with the knowledge of the world. Big (real) books are fine, but today it is impossible to store all in paper – today we need computers. And I'm the perfect information broker he need. Also I'm able to use a soldering gun and weld the most complicated circuitries and relays. I'm the perfect hacker and crack every safety system.
Disguised as space-tourist I can enter the ISS and cache there the tiniest spyware to observe the earth.
I'm always loyal and will also do other things when needed – for example to walk with the dog or to groom the horse. Because I have a dog myself (her name is ANGEL) we are a very good complement – ask Devil!
I’m married and we have two kids!
Aid the cause of justice.
A strange idea for one who wears a skull shaped scar on his cheek and a spider-web tattoo on his arm. Yet I now walk through this forsaken jungle seeking the very embodiment of justice, a purple garbed ghost, the Phantom.
He suddenly appears and stares, his glance condemning me as the scar he placed tells all. My voice wavers as I explain my checkered past, a child of the streets striving for survival, grasping at whatever opportunity is available, including the spider-web, the Singh Brotherhood. I was a child without choice, but all that has changed.
The children now… they are a commodity, a currency to be passed around then discarded. The children now have no opportunity, they have less than I. They seek justice.
A simple nod is his reply.
The next night is cool by the docks. The Phantom arrives as I touch the light of a match to tobacco. I smile and the dart strikes home. A drug tipped shot from the dark lets us carry him onboard and we set sail. Everyone agrees, treachery makes him easy prey.
Mehkmut is the only senior member of the Singh to grant audience. All others covet protection, all others demand instant death, but Mehkmut is vain, he wants the glory of the kill to laud over others. The kill will give him strength and he will rejoice with the children’s lives. For Mehkmut it is a sacred event, one that none beyond the inner circle may attend.
As always my efforts merely add to his legend. He and his cabal wait in the glass tower. We arrive anon.
Our captive is bound and drugged, and as Mehkmut waits for the Phantom’s sobriety he mocks his prey:
“A living ghost? What an opportunity! This ‘ghost’ will feel his demise. This ‘ghost’ will bleed and beg and cry, and only then, this ‘ghost’ will die… again.” They laugh.
None hear the snapping of bonds, but all feel the Phantom’s wrath. Two fall instantly and a third is joined when my blade finds home. My gun finds four and five as glass and bones shatter. The Phantom disposes of six and seven with furious kicks. Treachery does make for easy prey.
The drug was saline – harmless. The Phantom’s minion shot it home. The Phantom saw all and heard all during the journey. He now knows that this tower contains enough information to make him an even more powerful enemy. The Phantom will strike when and where he wishes, he will be victorious, the children will be free.
I feel Mehkmut grab me from behind and the cold touch of steel to my throat. With his other arm he aims a gun at the Phantom who deals with the final two. Mehkmut will have his kill, the very embodiment of justice.
I make my choice. A smile and a push sends us through bullet sheared glass and into space. My choice… another ghost to the cause…
The Phantom's Scribe
For over 400 years, the Phantom Chronicles have been written by hand. To bring the Phantom up to speed technologically in the 21st Century, it would be my task to record his latest exploits upon his return home to Skull Cave, and then to transcribe them via computer, enabling the Phantom extra time with family or to prepare for upcoming adventures.
During his absences from the Deep Woods, it would also fall to me to enter, index, cross-reference and save previous Chronicles onto computer hard drive for posterity (as paper is finite and subject to decay over time).
“He always work alone”, is a frequent statement in Lee Falk’s Phantom stories. However, when he met me, I think even Phantom himself, or his creator, would feel rather embarrassed of that sentence after reading my suggestion of how to obtain this challenging task:
First off, I am a large man, being 6`5 tall, which makes the even the purple guy look like a Bandar. This, combined with my dark hair and steely, blue eyes (yes, I’m serious), would make it an easy fit to get a foot inside the Singh Brotherhood’s well guarded doors, as a global organization of crime is always on the lookout for new members and “strongmen” (all self-respecting henchmen and general bad guys hang out in the darkest bars of Mawitaan, so to find members of the brotherhood would be no problem). To destroy the brotherhood once and for all, I would start from within, by slowly building up my reputation as an extremely competent and reliable “pirate”, to reach my goal and get the position of being the assistant and most trusted man of the brotherhood’s mysterious leader (whose identity is unknown to most people). What do I do when this is achieved? Well, as killing is not the way of the Phantom, I would rather try to kidnap the leader. To get out of the heavily guarded hideout, I’d hold him hostage with something deadly pointed at his face, a knife or a Phantom-like Colt 45. No henchman would try to kill me when the life of his/her master was at stake (even if they tried, those weaklings wouldn’t have anything on me).
After dragging the screaming leader, let’s just call him Mr. X from now on; into the deep jungles of Bangalla, I would contact the Phantom with the jungle-drum I hid nearby the night before. When the Phantom arrives on Hero, we would together interrogate Mr. X, combining the Phantom’s threatening image with my newfound knowledge of Mr. X’s organization and leadership. After squeezing out details about such things as the security system and secret entrances to the Singh-hideout. After this was done, we would send a message for the Phantom’s faithful friends, the Bandars, to come and help us. In the pale moonlit night, the small warriors would sneak into the hideout, their poisoned arrows putting Singh-members to sleep. The Phantom himself uses dark shadows to take out henchmen one by one; his skull marks quickly telling the pirates that their nemesis have come to hunt them down. I, on the other hand, am busy guarding Mr. X nearby.
When the pirates are finally out cold (after the Phantom’s hard fight with X’s huge bodyguards), I would contact the Jungle Patrol, telling them that their secret commander expects them to show up on the location to arrest every crook on the place.
I smile as I see the Phantom’s mythic figure standing on the top of the building, triumphantly waving Singh’s flag with the seven circles over his head.
Since I am a weak ,comicbook reading, nerd I would problaby be the worst sidekick ever.
..so I rather team up with Guran at the homebase.
I am going to let my friend Mr.Phantom do what he does best – work alone in the shadows. And when he´s back from the Singh-whopping I´m gonna make a him ( plus Devil and hero) a nice warm meal (I am an excellent chef), write down his adventures in the chronicles and clean the dusty skullcave. After that is it time for some tabletennis with Guran.