With the help of his ring, the Sentinel's reflexes instinctively
erected a protective shield in front of him. "Sir, please,
shooting is not going to help." The bullets fell away harmlessly.
"Paul! Why did you come back? You should have stayed awayyyy!"
the man cried. His face tensed in pain. He dropped the pistol
and clutched at his chest. Sirens approached from outside. Good!
At this point, the man would be better served by the aid of
The Sentinel bounded the counter and was quickly at the man's
side. Amazing! The man still fought against him!
"Paul! Paul!" the man grunted through clenched teeth.
The Sentinel recognized the man's condition as the beginning
stages of cardiac arrest. He couldn't allow the man to die like
this. Alan stretched the man's legs out in front of him and
laid him back, while massaging the man's chest area with his
free hand. The lights from an emergency vehicle illuminated
the wall behind them."Who is Paul?" he whispered to
"S-S-S," the man stammered. "He..." The
frightened storekeeper collapsed.
"Police! Come out with your hands up!"
A green hand emerged from the Sentinel's ring and held an identical
colored megaphone to his mouth. "Officers, this is the
Sentinel! I have an injured civilian inside! He requires immediate
medical attention!" The Sentinel winced. Do I really sound
There were a few moments silence before a reply followed. "Who?
Look pal, if this is some funny business..."
The Sentinel gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes, and sighed.
"The Green Lantern! Do you know me now? This man..."
"In here! Hurry! Get a medic!" The sounds of the
officer's eager boots filing into the shop shook the china in
the china cabinets.
The Sentinel shook his head. This was the city he wanted to
The Scott's Penthouse Apartment, Gotham City, 3:38 a.m.
Molly Scott half-opened one eye and peered through the shadows
to find the digital alarm clock on her side of the bed. The
bright red LCD nearly blinded her, forcing her to cover her
eyes. She wanted to roll over to find her husband in their bed,
but knew it would not happen. Not this night. Probably not in
her fading lifetime.
Molly rubbed her face and closed her eyes once more. She settled
into her large feather pillow and prayed that tonight would
be the good dream's turn. That was the one where both she and
Alan were young and in love. Most nights she was haunted by
that other dream, the one that was very much like her present
Molly rolled over at last, finding the nerve to face the empty
shadows that awaited her. "Please dear God! I need the
good dream tonight."
ACPD Headquarters, Corner of Broadway and 5th, 4.17 a.m.
"...and that gentlemen is all we have."
Police Chief Barry Westingmore commanded respect usually reserved
for those twice his age. The Sentinel was impressed with the
manner in which Chief Westingmore's steely blue eyes seemed
to peer through everyone in the room. He smiled wryly. Usually
the younger officers, like those in the room, tended to experience
lapses in their concentration when he was present. These men
hardly paid him any mind at all, as long as their Chief demanded
attention. Westingmore was good.
Chief Westingmore turned his attention back to the laptop computer
sitting on his desk. "Does anyone have anything else?"
Silence filled the room.
Westingmore nodded and began to stand. "In that case,
The Sentinel stepped forward. "Chief Westingmore. I do
have one question. Mr. Stinson mentioned someone. Here, let
me show you."
The Sentinel's ring began to glow. The glow was followed by
an emerald green reel-to-reel tape recorder. Two gunshots could
be heard on the tape followed by the Sentinel's own voice. "Please
sir, shooting is not going to help."
The tape continued on in Stinson's voice. "Paul! Paul!
Why did you come back? You should have stayed awayyy...."
The Sentinel continued. "I asked him who Paul was, but
he went into cardiac arrest before he could answer."
Chief Westingmore's calm demeanor cracked. "Paul? That's
the name he used? Are you sure Green Lantern?"
Alan wanted to correct the Chief about his name, but decided
it was entirely out of line. "Very sure. It was there on
Chief Westingmore leaned forward on his desk, his weight propped
up on his elbows. "Councilman Stinson's son Paul was killed
last year. Gangwar, in Gotham."
The being known as Beelzebub laughed maniacally as he peered
into the fiery waters of the Lake to the Surface World. Yes.
This one called Alan Scott could prove most entertaining.
"Yes. Come Alan Scott, Sentinel, to MY city! I'll give
you everything you ever wanted, but it will cost you! And the
price will be too high for even you to pay!"
Author's Note: I do hope you enjoyed my first foray into the
world of Alan Scott. You'll notice that I have elected to continue
in the direction set forth by Chris Barr. When I first heard
the Sentinel was available, (and before I read Chris' first
issue), I thought of moving Alan out of Gotham. Then, I read
his story and saw that I wasn't the only one who liked the idea.
Hopefully, I'll be able to maintain the dignity of one of DC's
finest Golden Age heroes, while moving his fictional world forward.
Does that mean I plan on ignoring his storied past? Absolutely
not, but rather expound on it, and at the same time, introduce
new characters and settings for him to interact with. Where
possible, I will use existing characters to portray certain
aspects of Alan's psyche. At other times, a new character may
be employed to accomplish the task, but either way I hope you'll
follow along for the ride. The Emerald Knight is returning strong
for a New Millennium!