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Disclaimer: Power Rangers are © Saban. Dark Wing Duck is © Disney. All other characters are © Lamont Stewart.

<h5><center> A Secret Organization By Lamont Stewart </center></h5>

I faced of with my evil clone, and was not getting anywhere, until I remember what gets me upset, and I did it to him. He got mad and left, but now the question remains. Who will try to kill me next?

<center>~*~</center> (The Masked Kid Theme Song) <center>~*~</center> In the city of Vandalia, there was a criminal organization known as CUT. Criminals Under Town. Now they have nothing to do with the Mob you will hear about later, but that is another story.

Now no one knew about CUT except for the agency known only as STIK, Secret Truth Individuals Kompany. They had FBI, CIA, and Federal Marshals in their ranks.

One of their agents was in the City of Vandalia, talking on his headset. "Are you sure we can trust him."

His boss said, "We have no choice. He is the only one that knows the terrain around here."

The agent went to the TV Station to leave a message.

<center>~*~</center> Later that Day I was watching the Noon News when the Anchor said, "If the Masked Kid is out there, please come to McDonalds." I placed my costume on and ran to MicyDs.

I got there and a limousine was waiting for me I got inside and they took me to a training ground where I had to go through tests. After three days I was ready for the field.

They told me all about CUT and their plans to find some secret in the center of Vandalia. "We don't know what it is, but we can't let them have it."

I said, "So why did you pick me?"

He said, "Because you know the terrain better then anyone of us."

"Isn't their anyone better?"

"Ya, but we're to lazy to go get them."

"Oh, you are aware of my age."

"Ya, we know that you're not a teenager yet."

"Oh, well as long as you know."

I raced to the center of Vandalia, which happened to be the Cross-Roads of America. Where National Road (Rt. 40) and Dixie Drive (25-A) crossed. (Sound familiar?)

They saw me coming and tried to stop me, but I allowed them to chase me through my plat, big mistake, for them.

I ran to the park, and climbed the slide.

They climbed up after me, and said, "Now we have got you."

I just slid down the slide.

One of them said, "Oh why didn't you block that way?"

The other said, "I didn't think he'd go that way."

The first on said, "It's a slide, he's a kid."

"He's not a kid."

The first one hit his head on the wood surrounding the slide and said, "Why do you think they call him the Masked Kid?"

"Because he wears a mask?"

The first one just shook his head when a voice said, "You are under arrest. STIK agents had surrounded them.

<center>~*~</center> Later, I received a Badge of a Federal Marshal, FBI and CIA. Who told me to try not to use that until I was older.

I went home and awaited my next big adventure.

The End anâ�€ž¢