"That giant clock has to be what Zartan was talking about," Jon, the Intergalactic Gladiator told me. "I'm going to go check it out. I'll let you know if I find anything. Jon out."

Jon snapped off his wristcom and rushed over to the tall building. I decided to follow his progress telepathically. I don't know why he insists on using the wrist communcators. Gives him a sense of comfort, I guess.

Jon took the elevator to the top floor of the building. He then broke heroically into the access panel leading to the clock workings. I watched through his eyes as he moved towards the gears, seeking out any clues as to who was behind this plot against him.

Suddenly out of the shadows three figures leapt up at Jon. A fist smashed into his face, knocking him back. I tried to scan his assailments' minds but they also had psi-blockers on. Damn that Magneto! He must be making a fortune marketing those things.

Two of the goons stood back and laughed while one of them charged at Jon, throwing punch after punch. As he wailed on him, I tried to break through the psionic dampener, to no avail. Zartan had set a trap and Jon walked right into it.