With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Story Only)

[Mr Zoat]

5th February
11:44 GMT -5

Raquel looks around the group for a second and then straight at me. "Aren't you going to take us up there right now?"

I fly directly to the OMAC Rob impaled. "These things used superpowers which appeared to be copied from Justice League members. I saw Superman, Flash and Martian Manhunter. And whatever that thing it used to make pink barriers and heal Jackie Quick was. You all read the file on Amazo?" Nods all round. "It could duplicate one Leaguer at a time, same as these could, but it copied the powers of people it could see as well. I could see an Amazo not being able to copy magic; they're too simple and new to have souls of their own. If they're copying Superman there isn't much utility in copying-" I glance at Donna as the ring starts performing detailed scans on the fallen OMAC. "-Wonder Woman. But, scanning Rocket or me would have been useful."

Zatanna tries to work out where I'm going. "So… You're saying they were pre-programmed?"

"Probably. But also-" I take x-ionised scalpels out of subspace and start cutting at the heavy armour around the OMAC's forearms. "-I definitely felt a telepathic attack just before the other one pulled out. Amazo copied Manhunter's phasing but he never managed telepathy. So, either these have more advanced artificial intelligence-."

"Oh God, there's a person in there?" Rob's expression is one of dawning horror. "I-I just thought they were robots."

"There's still no blood, and spinal injuries are survivable." I don't think that thrust would have hit the heart, but severing the trachea will cause oxygen starvation and brain death in short order. I can't see any breathing but-. Ring, review? No, they weren't visibly breathing during the fight either. I force a filament into the hole in the upper chest as the scalpels manage to detach the forearm cowling. Flickering pale blue circuitry greets me. Maybe that's the power replication system? Ring's having its usual trouble analysing anything meta-ey, but I'll scan the whole thing and test the designs later. Yep, sword definitely pierced the trachea, but… The tissue making it up appears to have been reinforced. I patch the hole with a construct and wait. No, no air flow. Okay, I can keep a brain alive without a body if I really have to and I have no guide to this technology.

"Troia, have you ever made an offering to Metis?"

"Athena's mother?" She shakes her head. "I didn't think she'd be able to hear them and I don't know what she likes. Why?"

"I'm dealing with an entirely foreign technology. I could use counsel and I somehow don't think Eris would have anything helpful to say." I cut further through the machinery of the forearm, moving each removed part to a clear area of the floor to my left. The rest of the team has gathered around to watch m-. "Aquagirl, Tempest, please ward the room. Troia, guard duty by the opening. I want to know if they come back." A few slightly guilty expressions at their following me. On the other hand, I should probably have ordered that first.

The last of the machinery is removed, showing a layer of skin beneath. Hairless, the glow of embedded systems beneath puts me more in mind of a Mass Effect Husk than a Star Trek Borg. I cut a tiny piece away and have the ring do a genetic work up. "Human, male, mixed ethnic background-."

"Could he be a LexCorp employee?" I glance at the hologram, who's taken up position just behind me. "I only ask because I have their genetic records. I could easily run the comparison myself."

"Anyone in LexCorp have situs inversus totalis?"

"Two people. Incidence is one in ten thousand and LexCorp's personnel all have a company medical when they join. When you say mixed ethnic background..?"

"Chinese, Irish and Central African appear to be the largest components."

"In that case, probably not." He shrugs. "Unless my files haven't been updated."

Does that mean that he's from the negative parallel? I couldn't get a good enough scan of Zorina to tell if she had the reversed organs characteristic. My alter ego didn't, but that doesn't mean anything. I send a probe into the arm. "Flesh has numerous cybernetic components, blood appears to have been either supplemented or replaced with some sort of nanotechnology… Currently inert. Bones are heavily reinforced and have a secondary nanotech reserve." They could keep the brain alive. If that's what they were designed to do.

I transfer my attention up the body, my eyes passing briefly over the eye mounted on the chest. I don't believe for a moment that our Batman is paranoid enough to create Brother Eye. Owlman? I don't know. "I'm going to try to get at his head. I don't understand these systems but maybe I can get some information from this poor bastard."

"Is he still alive?"

"Sorry, Cornwall." The scalpels go to work again. The armoured headpiece follows the shape of the Human head. The weird mohawk..? Some sort of antenna? "I really can't tell." Once I see how thick the head armour is I can cut faster, armour falling away on the left and the right. I'm careful around the eyepiece, it looks like-. Yes, plugged into the brain through the forehead. The mouth is still there, ears, nose and blankly staring eyes. There are cables flowing out of the skull to the underside of the neck armour. Shit. Maybe if I-?

There's something there. An empathic resonance. With the armour gone from around the brain I'm starting to get impressions… That's a lot of yellow.

"Good news: he's not dead. Bad news: I've no idea how to free him." I attach probes to the edge of the forehead eye. It's active -in a ticking over sort of way- but I'm not detecting any sort of regulatory mechanism. Okay, choice: keep going and try to free him, or brand the whole bloody Young Offender team and ask them rudely. But, they won't necessarily know and I can't tell if this person's condition would worsen or not.

Go for it.

I accelerate myself as microscopic filaments pierce the eyepiece and his brain, feeling for the connections. Brain's partly cyberised and motor control appears to have been hijacked. There's still activity here so something's still going. The forehead eye is attached to sensory systems… Medical constructs at the ready, I slice the eye off, scalpels also removing the last of the face armour. Atom-fine constructs around the wires eliminate friction as I pull them free, healing the sections their removal damages as best I can. Nanotech reserves in the brain appear to be helping, healing the integrated cybernetics but not trying to replace the eyepiece. Maybe there are limits to their adaptability?

Okay, that's done. His condition doesn't appear to have worsened. Next step: motor control. First I clamp his head into place. Next… If the system is using his brain for data processing to some extent… Not all of this is actually control. But there's no reason for the system to restrict facial activity. Cut.

Immediately he's free to do so his face starts shuddering, eyes twitching with pupils fully dilated. Plug the speech centres into the ring's translation-.

"Oh God oh God HELP ME! Get it out get it out!"

"I'm trying to help you. Get what out? Tell me-."

"In my chest! He put the thing in my chest! Get it out! PLEASE!"

The eye. I link filaments to every in and out flow in the brain, then turn the scalpels on it heedless of the organic damage. I'm getting pictures now, a laboratory, machines and I think that's their Owlman. The scalpels lay the entire chest bare, the huge concentration of cyber matter around the chest eye all too evident. Is that..? Red-grey blood oozes freely as I slice free as much of it as possible and cast the pieces aside. The eye goes, the connections between it and the rest of the body… Was that intelligent? Don't care. Whole body convulsions start now and I'm forced to clamp his body to the floor. Suddenly whatever was blocking my basic scans cuts out and I get a full view of his internals. The last bits of the eye are gone a second later and I focus on rebuilding his body tissue. The nanotech propagates through it… Can't do anything about that. It might even help him.

Okay… That's.. the best I can do. I eliminate the constructs inside his body and remove the clamps. "That's the best I can do. Any better?"

He's breathing and his breaths are rapid and shallow. The yellow's barely retreated but I think he's starting to get a grip. "I think… Oh God, I can still feel the machinery."

"I'll do whatever I can to restore you, sir, but at the moment I need information. What the hell did Owlman turn you into?"

He takes a couple of breaths before he replies, trying to get a better grip on events. "I'm an Omni.. Meta-Adaptive Cyborg. An OMAC."

 

[Mr Zoat]

5th February
11:47 GMT -5

"And how many like you are there in the LexCorp building?" I shoot the hologram an irritated look. He looks a little apologetic. "It is rather pertinent."

I nod and then turn my attention back to the recovering OMAC. "I'm sorry, but time is rather-."

His eyes widen. "Lex Luthor? Oh thank God it's you." He tries to sit up, which causes the wounds I made extracting the Brother Eye circuitry to start oozing again.

"Oh, I'm not Lex Luthor. I'm an AI designed in his likeness. My creator… I should say, my creator's employer is currently upstairs in the hands of a group of super powered thugs. Any information you could give us-."

"Okay. I… I think there were other… Other tubes, when Owlman started… Everything's… It's all blurry. What..? What year is it?"

"Mister..?"

"Ah, N-Noah. Noah Lynch."

"Mister Lynch, you and I will have a great deal of time to chat about your situation but right now, what we need is information."

"I'm sorry, I… The… Owlman's boy, Talon. He was there when we got.. reactivated. I think there… There were two others."

One with Jackie and a third, weak spot is the eye on the chest. That should do. I activate the Bleed Fracture Pulse transmitter again. "Aqualad, we're available right now. Where do you need us?" I wait for a moment. Obviously if he's in the middle of a fight he's not going to break off just to reply to me. Of course, the Fracture Pulse device itself isn't invulnerable…

I stand up. "Aqualad doesn't appear to be responding. I'm going to transport us up to the main lobby and we'll work upward until we either get a good view of what's going on or make contact with our team mates." I looks around at everyone. "Objections?" A few head shakes. "Mister Lynch, I will return once the fight is over."

He makes eye contact for a moment and makes a jerky nod. I turn away and walk towards the door. Zatanna and Rob fall in behind me as Garth and Tula get up from their work, meeting us where Donna and Raquel are standing guard. "Ready?" A few nods. "Transition."

The others spread out from me as I take in the lobby. It appears little the worse for wear, aside from the remains of four flying turrets that have been blasted to scrap. Precise shots, given the lack of damage to the surrounding walls. Faint hope I suppose, but… Ring, access LexCorp security systems.

Unable to comply.

Darn it. Okay, fine, what can I connect to?

Hard connection to local computers available.

Oh, anything useful? Ah… The system automatically recorded everyone who left the building. Looks like no one came out after the main evacuation. That means Lex, Mercy, Business Development Manager Teschmacher and.. five members of the cleaning staff? Why would..? Never mind, they're still on site. I can't hear anything, but with a building this big that doesn't mean anything. A glance out of the front door shows that the shield is still up over the building.

"We could try…" Rob hesitates, waiting for someone else to leap in. "Thinking at M'gann? If she's still conscious she should pick it up."

Donna shakes her head. "But so would evil M'gann."

"Not necessarily. When Martians get used to hearing someone's thoughts they can hear that person more easily. Cornwall, give it a try. Tempest, Aquagirl, Zatanna, try getting our team mates' locations with magic. I'm going to see about sneaking an optical construct up the outside of the building."

Donna looks at me. "And what about me?"

"Ask Hekate nicely to help?" It's a weak suggestion, but outside a fight there's not a great deal someone with super strength can do. She nods an acknowledgement anyway as I send filaments out and upwards, spreading them out and creating miniature cameras. There's a hole in the glass frontage about two thirds of the way up. Some sort of explosion, by the looks of it. Oh, was that..? I think I just caught a glimpse of Wallace. A proper visual scanning array would risk someone spotting it so I can't really check-.

"Orange Lantern?" I look around as Zatanna speaks. "You scanned the other usses when they left, right?" I nod. "Couldn't you scan for the.. radiation, or whatever?"

"Yes, but that would only pick something up if they were using it when I scanned. And maybe not even then."

"Because we think the best way for us to detect what's going on is to focus our energies on lifting whatever enchantment is stopping you from scanning the building with your rings."

"How long would that take?"

She looks back at the Atlanteans and Garth nods. "A few minutes? It depends on the spell."

"One moment." I activate the Bleed Fracture Pulse Transmitter again. "Orange Lantern to all team members. What's going on?"

"Robots, a crazy Martian chick, a fish ninja and a really fast Kryptonian." Wallace's voice. "Get up to Luthor's office fast as you can!"

"Acknowledged." I look to my team mates even as I turn the camera constructs into railguns and shoot out Lex's office windows. "Hot transition in two, one-."

Donna is flying forwards looking for a target as soon as we appear. Raquel hangs back, ready to create defensive barriers. Garth and Tula advance while Zatanna and Rob stay next to me. No one here right now, though they clearly have been. Behind what's left of Lex's desk a heavy vault door has been bashed, buckled and torn from its armoured hinges. There's water on the carpet, as well as sections where it's been torn through. Somewhere not too far away I can hear a series of muffled explosions.

Okay. "Troia, take point. Finding the remaining hostages is-."

**Pain, my pretty-pretties.**

"Aahh!" / "Argh!" / "Ah!"

Oh that never becomes fun! The mass of my armour prevents me from staggering as the telepathically induced pain aghfuck surges through my body. M'gann's supposed to be unusually telepathically powerful but I've never had her try this with me! Donna drops to the ground barely able to stand, Raquel's frozen immobile in the air and the other four have outright collapsed. Ghghgh. Telepathic resistance training all around when we get…

A thin white figure drifts through the far wall. It looks as if u-uhhhur someone took a Human and then stretched and squashed bits of them into Martian proportions. Mistress Martian, I presume. Her head is bald and the general shape reminds me of comic-M'gann, when she went full White Martian psycho. Martians don't naturally have shark teeth!

**Lots and lots of wonderful pain.** I think she's supposed to be smiling. **I feel what you feel, and it feels so-.** I drop two neural chaff grenades from subspace and akakahgh. **Who's a naughty Lantern?** Can't… Can't can't-.

"Erif."

**Aayaaah!** The air around Mistress Martian catches fire. Her jaw distends horribly for a moment and then she swoops through it and down through the floor.

Zatanna pushes herself back to her feet, smiling weakly. "You were… Right. It really does solve a lot of problems."

"Uhh." Raquel shakes her head. "So. Psycho M'gann. I'm glad ours is the regular one."

I form a plasma beam projector construct. "Yep. Everyone remember sweep and clear?" A few grunts of acknowledgement as people pull themselves back together. Most of them probably got hit by that worse than I did, but with the source gone they should be recovered in a moment or two. I reraise everyone's construct armour. "Troia, take point. Let's get them."

 

[Mr Zoat]

5th February
11:51 GMT -5

The damage this part of the building has taken is quite evident. There are holes blasted or burned through the walls, some of which are large enough to walk through. Since we've clearly lost the element of surprise I'm firing filaments and sonic scans off in all directions in the hope of finding out what is going on. I hate to have to write off the remaining hostages but I'm rather afraid that this is going to come down to a stand-.

My scans detect a rapidly moving object heading up the staircase at the end of the corridor. I get just enough time to say -"Contact."- and erect a barrier before the figure slams into it like a bug on a windscreen. Wallace falls to the floor in a daze and I drop the barrier.

He shakes his head and looks up at me. "Aww."

"Sorry." I lift him to his feet with filaments. "But you could have been Jackie Quick or an OMAC."

"An O-what? You mean those robot things?"

"Yes, and they're cyborgs. There's a living person in there being controlled by-."

"Whatever. Did you get the Martian?"

"No. Zatanna set her on fire and she ran away." He raises his eyebrows and glances at her. She smiles nervously and shrugs. "What's going on? "

"We've pretty much got them pinned down in a meeting room five floors below us. Aqualad told me to try and take out their Martian, 'cause she's the only one who could break out."

"I think she's still phased, and Lex has had the building warded. We'd struggle to track her."

"Okay." He raises his right arm and activates his holographic map. "Bad guys are here. Aqualad said that if I made contact with you, we should take up position here-" He points to the area above the auditorium. "-and wait for his signal."

I run an orange thread along our best route. "Cornwall, lead the way. Troia, Rocket, go through the rooms to either side. Make holes through the walls if you have to. Kid Flash, with me."

"Got it." / "Right." / "I'm on it."

Rob takes off down the corridor at a jog. Donna moves left for a second and then jerks hard to the right, smashing a hole through the plasterboard. Raquel swoops through a door to the left as the rest of us follow on behind Rob.

"Kid Flash, fill me in."

"Ah, okay… We got attacked by some of Luthor's gun robots as soon as we got inside. Ultraboy said he got control of the internal defenses somehow… Guess LexCorp needs to work on their data security."

Zatanna shakes her head. "They do have a telepath."

"There's smart systems that can detect that. Batman's installing them on the Watchtower in case someone tries using Starros again. Anyway, after we beat them they let most of the hostages go, but that was just so they could get evil M'gann up close without us spotting her. She use her pain thing on you?"

Garth nods. "Yes. I have never felt anything like that before."

"She used it on us to soften us up while she tried reading our minds. Our M'gann did some sort of feedback thing to make her back off." He frowns. "Evil M'gann's got a real potty mouth. I mean, she was shouting in Martian but I know bad language when I hear it. Oh, and it turns out that Lamprey guy can turn into a shark-man. I always thought evil versions of us were supposed to be the same as us, you know? I never even got to see that Jackie guy."

"He was in the underground part of the building with two OMACs. Knocked him out twice, but the OMAC had some sort of healing ability. He might be up and about again by now."

Rob vaults the banister and drops down the stairwell, controlling his descent with a blast of air. I lift Zatanna and we follow, Garth and Tula following a moment later by using their water appendages to grip the railings. Wallace dashes down at super speed, and from the crunches I hear it sounds as if Donna and Raquel have made their own paths.

I aim railgun constructs down the corridor leading to our target room. Nothing yet.

"You said Ultraboy was fast? "

Wallace nods, his eyes darting around the corridor, searching for potential attackers. "Yeah. Not me-fast, but a lot faster than Superboy. Then there was that.. OMAC? It was like how Amazo was when the League fought it. They really got three of them?"

"Two now. The trick is to hit the eye on the chest."

There's some sort of vaguely pyramid shaped device on a table in the middle of a waiting area outside one of the larger offices. I'm not sure if it's some sort of artwork, or… Ring?

Artefact appears to be a technological device. Unable to determine purpose.

Wallace notices my interest. "There's a bunch of those around the place. You don't know what they're for either?"

I frown. "No."

"Maybe they're a LexCorp thing. Rob was try'n to get a closer look but we were.. kinda busy."

"What can you tell us about the other Young Offenders?"

"Their Arrow-Girl likes using acid gas arrows. And trip wires. Mayhem's about as crazy as you'd expect… Didn't really see her do anything special. Just, y'know, Marvel stuff."

"Any sign of-" Up ahead Rob waves his right hand at something I can't see and the air ahead of him is filled with a fragmentation blast. "-my or Zatanna's opposite numbers?"

"Haven't seen 'em. Aqualad said he thought he could feel her magic, but…" He shrugs.

"Remaining hostages?"

"We got Lex's… Mercy, out. They've still got the rest."

"Have they tried to neg-?"

The air around me turns red! The floor beneath us is burned through and I can see an OMAC at the other end of the beam. Wallace dives out of the way as I erect an orange barrier to block the attack. Barrier visibly melting I crumble a small hole in the floor behind me, stick a filament down and create a railgun construct. Okay, one replicated power set at a time, if it's heat visioning me then it isn't phasing. Then.. why use a railgun? I reform the construct as a kryptonite laser, target the location of its chest eye and fire.

"Eughah."

The heat beam sweeps across the corridor as the OMAC loses focus, then cuts out entirely as it staggers back. It looks up at me as I try to recalculate the angle for the laser, then dashes away in a blur, my vertigo inducer dropping down next to where it had been a moment too late.

"Everyone alright?" Nods all round. "Troia? Rocket?"

"Still here." / "What happened?"

"OMAC." I check the interior map again. "Troia, two more walls and then stand by. Rocket-."

"Some of us weren't built for smashing down walls."

"I have offered to fix that. Door in front of you, follow the corridor around until you get to the T junction and then wait. Everyone else, with me."

 

[Mr Zoat]

5th February
11:55 GMT -5

"…me on fire."

I adjust the directional microphone construct slightly. Sounds like M'gavv made it back to sanctuary. The construct can pick up vibrations through the structures of the building. I could make a tiny hole and take a look at them but I don't know what sort of augmentations they have or what equipment they might have brought with them. Justice League objectives are very clear in situations like this; capturing our opponents would be nice but our priority is the hostages. Infrared lets me see heat sources inside the auditorium and with the sound I can identify which heat source is which person. Filaments burrowing through the structure of the building relay what I'm getting to the rest of my team.

"Who they got?"

His voice isn't quite the same as Kon's. It's gruffer with a slight New York accent, presumably copied from Ultraman. Growing up in Kansas left Kal-El with a noticeably non-Metropolitan accent. I don't know whether Ultraman grew up in an East Coast city or just taught himself to speak like that in order to fit in.

"A couple of Atlantean elementalists, their version of Zorina and three people I didn't recognise. One was wearing power armor and one of the others could fly."

"Where's Talon?" That would be… Arrowette? There's a rasp to her voice ours doesn't have.

"Either breaking into the vault or pulling out like he's supposed to. Don't worry about him."

"If our objective is fulfilled or failed, is it not time to depart?" Lamprey. Kaldur without the emotion, softer spoken and calm. This guy turns into a shark?

There's a pause. "Nah. I wanna give him a bit longer. The copies can't risk pushin' us without riskin' the hostages an' the shield on the outside's still up."

Wallace leans a little closer to me. "You didn't say Talon was down there."

"We didn't see him. He must have hung back." Either that or it was him in the other OMAC and I doubt that happened.

"They already got reinforcements anyway. Why would they need to bring anyone else in?" I haven't heard Mary Blomfield speak, but the accent and attitude is about right. "And Talon's got the planeshifter! We're stuck here without him!"

"My boy.. it sounds as if.. you're in a slightly…" There's a quiet choked off gasp.

"I'm not 'your boy'. My Pa was Ultraman. You're not even our Luthor."

"I'm sorry. I misspoke. Ultraboy. You want to leave, I want you to leave. This doesn't have to be difficult."

"You don't have our Luthor's stomach. You're just some businessman. What is it with this place?" There's a slight thump and I hear Lex grunt softly. "M'gavv, any idea what they're planning?"

"Every time I try taking hold of their minds their Martian blocks me. I couldn't even tell you where they are right now."

Looks like their Martian hasn't learnt telepathic illusion. Thank you Mister King.

The shape I've identified as Ultraboy walks over to her and puts his arms around her. "Hey. Don't worry about it. Everyone, stay cool."

"Orange Lantern, check how they have secured the hostages."

Kaldur knows the risks involved with that so I don't argue the point. Frictionless drill mechanisms slowly and gently cut a minute hole in the roof while a silent suction construct works to prevent anything falling to the floor as it does so. Once that's done a construct camera -orange glow turned down to absolute minimum- replaces it, giving us sight of the room's interior.

The hostages are on the stage facing towards the audience, bound wrist and ankle. Lex looks a little dishevelled and the security deputy has cuts and bruises on her face. If she's the only one we could… Ah. They're wearing metal strips around their necks. I don't see anything magical. Scan? A small amount of explosive. Doesn't take much to damage a Human neck enough to kill the owner; spine, the brain's blood supply and windpipe are right there. In theory I could keep a severed head alive if I got there fast enough but I'd rather not chance it. Particularly given that I don't know most of those people enough to be invested in their wellbeing.

Arrowette stands just behind them, arrow on string. Mary Mayhem is in the air in the middle of the room. She's in constant motion, her head twitching as she tries to keep an eye on everywhere. Lamprey stands beneath her. In stark contrast to her unsettled demeanour his expression is one of complete relaxation. His limbs are loose and his eyes barely open. His armour looks like it's made of biomantically engineered organic tissue, the outer layer resembling shark skin. His arms -which are folded behind his back- are bare and the tattoos Kaldur has are absent, replaced by angular scar tissue. Either he never got Ocean Master's equipment or it can't cope with his shapeshifting. Ultraboy and M'gavv are at the foot of the stage and the OMAC is standing nearby. It isn't looking at them but I'll assume that they do have a way to command it.

"Orange Lantern, can you deactivate the collars without them noticing?"

"One moment." Multiple triggers, each of which can set off the charges. Sealed unit… Radio and.. light trigger? No dead man's switch as far as I can see. Nothing I can't-. The filament I was running around the edge of the room is abruptly terminated as soon as it reaches the stage. Lex warded the stage? Why did he ward the stage? Can't just transition them out then. "Yes, but not quickly. If you don't mind me being overt instead then I can do it almost immediately." I focus the ring's detection ability on Arrowette's quiver. One I can't analyse and… Is that a bioweapon arrow? What sort of lunatic gives..?

Oh.

Right.

Biological organism has an extremely short lifespan. It is unlikely that it would survive long after being activated.

"That's the last of the booby traps." Robin appears to have completed his assigned task and returned to Kaldur's group. "If we get in there now, Orange Lantern can keep Luthor and the others safe while we take down the rest."

Ultraboy looks around, then reaches up to his ear. "Yeah, what..? Ah, come on, we-. No, I didn't…"

"Orange Lantern, remove the collars and then focus on protecting the hostages. Troia, focus on Mary Mayhem. Kid Flash, use the x-ionized sword on the OMAC. Miss Martian, keep…" He trails off.

"Mistress M-."

"Mistress Martian focused on you. Rocket, hold back until I give the word. Everyone else, our aim is to corral them into a single area so that Rocket can keep them contained. As our only opponent with energy projection abilities the OMAC should be a particular focus. Zatanna, if Kid Flash's attack fails you are to do everything in your power to interfere with its abilities."

"Right."

Wallace looks mildly offended. "Aqualad, we outnumber them more than two to one."

"Then it would be all the more shameful if we were to fail." Wallace gets the message and shuts up. "Is everyone ready?" There is a series of beeps from everyone's communicators. "We attack the second Orange Lantern secures the hostages. Orange Lantern, on your signal."

I transition directly in front of the stage and fly forwards, ploughing into Arrowette even as I extend my environmental shield around the hostages and start slicing through the collars. She goes flying into the wings as the collars fall free. As soon as there's physically room I add construct armour-.

A massive blow strikes the armour on my left shoulder, sending me sideways. "Lantern, huh? Wondered-."

Ultraboy. Dual sonic cannons form on either side of his head and fire. He throws himself backwards as fast as they materialise, wincing as the ultrasonic vibrations clip him. Collars off, I yank the hostages closer to me. "Hostages secure."

Twin blurs, one of yellow and another of blue converge on me. I reflexively fire orange energy bolts in the direction of the speeding OMAC, delaying it for a fraction of a second to allow Wallace time to take it out. It detours around the field of fire far faster than I could correct then-.

Oh dear.

Wallace passes through it, sword aimed at the eye as it switches from Flash to Manhunter. Almost immediately it changes back and backhands him into the wings, sword flying from his hand.

Then my remaining team mates make their entry and things get complicated.

 

[Mr Zoat]

5th February
12:00 GMT -5

Kon and Robin charge through the double doors at the side of the room as the OMAC turns its attention back to me. Mary Mayhem jerks her head around to see who it is and then can't react fast enough as Donna smashes through the ceiling and punches her in the face, smashing her into the chairs below.

"Bitch!"

A surprisingly nonchalant Lamprey leans back slightly as a broken part of a chair flies past him at speed. His eyes are slightly more open now but it doesn't look like he's going to move until the moment is right.

I feel the increasingly familiar sense of disorientation as the OMAC attempts to use telepathy to weaken my constructs, even as it lunges forwards and punches my construct armour with Mister J'onzz… With Mister J'arkus' strength. He isn't Superman-strong but he's more than capable of battering down my armour eventually. I try bringing a phased particle beam to bear but this close he can strike the construct before it's fully formed. Stay or go?

"ARAH!" Ultraboy is a lot faster on his feet than Kon is. Superspeed, or.. something like it? Kon flies at him as he charges towards the doorway and Ultraboy dances around his attempt to grapple, grabs him by the head, spins and throws him at Artemis and Kaldur as they run through the door. Artemis dives aside and Kaldur ducks as Kon goes flying past before regaining control of his aerial movement.

"I'MMA TEAR YOU APART!"

And there's the speed of Mercu… Whoever gives the Super Family their speed. Chairs are sent flying by the shockwave as she hits Donna in the diaphragm with both fists before pushing onwards and ramming her through the far wa-. No, into one of the steel beams which make up the building's superstructure. Donna gasps at the sudden pain as Mayhem brings her fists around to strike at both sides of her head.

Robin dashes towards Lamprey who seems just as unconcerned by that fact as he was by everything else. Robin throws a gas boomerang thing only for Lamprey's right hand to shoot out, catch it midair and toss it aside. He smiles as Robin slows down. "You are Robin, correct? The Batman's protégé?"

I take two x-ionised swords out of subspace and swing them around the OMAC's approximate location. Wasn't there some sort of Aztec power armour user who shot the Flash by firing a sufficiently high number of normal projectiles so that he didn't have space to dodge all of them? Don't think the OMAC read it but it's forced to back off a little anywa-. Ah hell. It steps away a little further, its eye glowing. Blue kryptonite blue kryptonite! It gets a half-second shot off at Tula as she drops down through Donna's hole, vaporising part of her water armour. Then it shudders and shuts it down, returning its attention to me.

A shot of water from Garth knocks Mayhem across the room before she can capitalise on Donna's momentary weakness.

"Bwaghh!"

Tula then presses forwards, attempting to repeat what she managed against the OMAC in the basement by trapping Mayhem under water. As Tula takes over Garth redirects his water stream to allow him to blast himself out of the ceiling and towards Lamprey.

Robin seems fairly nonplussed by Lamprey's lack of a response. "Are you.. actually gonna fight, or what?"

Lamprey tilts his head slightly to the side, then reorientates on Garth as he runs in. He smiles slightly. "Garth, my friend! Dakuwaqa be praised! It is good to see you."

Garth blinks heavily as he tries to process Lamprey's response. His eyes shift to Robin. "Did we get.. the right.. guy?"

"Okay, we're just going to-" Robin gets out a pair of handcuffs. "-arrest you now."

M'gann and M'gavv fade into visibility for a moment, telekinetically picking up and throwing chairs at one another. M'gavv dodges with sudden surges of telekinesis while M'gann favours altering her shape and flowing around the obstacles. While they can both phase M'gann always said that doing so requires a degree of mental focus difficult to achieve in combat. Since they're both telepaths their invisibility doesn't really help them hide from each other, they just don't want the rest of us taking pot-shots.

"Lex, do you have some sort of safe room?"

"Yes, but it wasn't as quite as safe as I'd hoped."

Rob throws lightning in our direction targeting the OMAC. It dodges behind my armour and is surprised to learn that Rob can steer his lightning bolts. It shudders at the impact and I use the opportunity to stab at its chest eye with one of the swords. A pink force field interposes itself just before it strikes home. Who the heck has pink force fields!?

Ultraboy raises his arms to protect his face from a blast of sub zero water fired by Kaldur, causing him to fail to spot Kon's approach. "See how you like it." Kon plants both his hands on Ultraboy's chest and heaves him in the direction of Mary Mayhem who is frantically trying to swim out of the water bubble Tula is creating for her. Ultraboy tries to flick off the ice and grapple with him but by then he's already in the air. Looks like he can't fly.

"The building does have a subterranean area. If you-."

"We just came from there and I can't leave you somewhere when I don't know where the other OMAC or Talon or Jackie are."

"If you deactivate the external force field-."

"You warded the whole building. I can't find the controls or the emitters."

Lex's eyes dip towards the ground for a moment. "Ah."

Lamprey keeps his arms behind his back as Robin hesitantly approaches with the handcuffs. Garth tries to make sense of his inaction. "Did you.. know my alter ego?"

"Oh yes." Lamprey turns towards Garth, coincidentally moving his wrists away from Robin. "That is why I am so glad to see you." He grins, and… He has two rows of sharpened teeth. "I have never before eaten the same man twice."

"You-?"

Lamprey dives towards him, right hand reaching forwards and left grabbing Robin's left arm and pulling it towards his distending mouth. Robin brings his fist around and strikes him in the side of the head, but Lamprey absorbs the blow and bites down, teeth cutting into the flesh of Robin's arm. Red coats Lamprey's teeth and the scars on his arms start to glow as his shape begins to shift.

"Oggar!"

Lightning explodes the water bubble surrounding Mary Mayhem and flows up the water linking it to Tula. Eyes widening she creates another water appendage and directs the electricity to flow into the bare steel beam. Mary drops down onto the sodden floor in her mortal form, gasping for breath just in time to be hit first by Ultraboy and then by a glue rubber arrow from Artemis.

"Mrh-mruuh!"

Doesn't work if you can't talk. Ultraboy appears to be having a similarly hard time in pulling himself free; the glue substance is like a super rubber rather than a hard substance; it isn't brittle enough for him to crack it.

My own assailant-.

"Inmo Evitpada-Atem Grobyc-" It looks around and I use the opportunity to try an electromagnetic pulse on its chest. No noticeable effect. "-lortnoc metsys-" It creates a pink shield between the two of us and its chest eye glows pink as well. "-tuhs nwod!"

Smoke surges from Zatanna's outstretched hands and over the OMAC. The pink aura holds it off for a moment and then it roars inwards-

"YAAAAGH!"

-causing the OMAC to collapse to its knees, its hands grasping at its faceplate.

Lamprey pushes Robin aside and brings his increasingly shark like maw down on Garth's left shoulder. Garth falls backwards to the floor as his water armour buckles and fails. "Aaagh!"

I hear a sickening crunch as his bones give way.

"Garth!" Tula switches her attention from Mayhem and Ultraboy to blast Lamprey with water only for him to straighten with Garth dangling from his mouth and flow up her torrent and knock her to the ground.

Lamprey opens his mouth and drops an insensible Garth to the ground as his physical transformation stabilises. "Blood."

 

[Mr Zoat]

5th February
12:02 GMT -5

Lex's eyes widen slightly. "I had wondered-"

Lamprey drops to one knee to drive his right fist into Tula's diaphragm, passing through her water armour like it isn't there.

"Blood."

"-why he was-"

Kon and Donna dive at him from opposite directions as he rips the Dolmen Gate off Tula's armour.

"-biting-"

"Blood."

His scars glow brighter as torrents of water blast out in all directions. He overrode the user authentication!

"-my staff."

Water pouring freely from the depths of the ocean slams into Kon's face, obscuring his vision as Lamprey turns to meet Donna's charge. Rob looses a bolt of lightning at Lamprey's undefended back. It strikes true but doesn't appear to affect him.

"Blood."

Water sprays upwards and he somehow swims into the air. Donna's trajectory is slightly off as a result. Her right fist hits him on the shoulder as she twists in the air to prevent him biting into her face! He snaps his jaw again, struggling to reach her as she interposes her bracers.

"Blood."

The OMAC next to me rises shakily to its feet and re-establishes the pink barrier. Then it takes a firmer grip on its head and starts to pull. "No! We can get-" Its fingers tear furrows through the armoured surface of the faceplate. "-the machines out-" It moves its arms away from its face and generates two glowing pink blades from its forearms. Wait, what is-? No! It jams one through the eye on its chest and the other into the one on its face as I frantically try and pierce the pink barrier between us! What the hell is this made of?! Shit, no! The barrier drops as grey nanogoo and liquefied brain matter ooze out of the incision. "-of… You."

Kaldur slams the end of his trident into the water pooling on the floor and the glow of his magic ripples outwards in all directions, water turning to ice in its wake. Kon grabs Lamprey from behind as he wrestles with Donna. Lamprey responds by twisting his head and trying to bite through Kon's armour while simultaneously shoving the Dolmen Gate into Donna's face. Kon's armour holds out against Lamprey's teeth as the ice wave passes up to them. All three of them are caught up in the ice, Donna losing coordination as her face is completely covered. Kon strains against his own covering for a moment before it shatters.

"Blood for Dakuwaqa."

Lamprey disappears.

He just… Shark ninja. Was that a teleportation? One moment he was there, then-.

"Mrh-mruh!"

Kaldur runs across the ice and touches his trident to the ice covering Tula and Garth, turning it back into water. I gently lift them both out with flight auras and do quick scan. Tula's basically fine -Atlanteans are designed to be fine with temperatures around zero- so she just gets a quick de-bruise. Garth -"U-uuhhh."- is barely conscious. Oh, yikes. Okay, deaden the nerves, pinch the blood vessels closed-

There's a shattering noise as Donna throws her ice mask to the ground, shattering it. "Where did he go?"

"He is a Blood Mage." Kaldur points his trident up at the still active Dolmen Gate and it stops glowing. "He has fed on the life force of everyone whose blood has passed between his lips."

"Great." Robin checks his arm, brushing dried blood from his already mended arm. "Will he be coming back or is it-?"

**aAAAHH!**

Kon orientates on the floor below us and lunges down at full speed, ice and flooring shattering under the force of his movement. "M'gann!"

"Everyone else, stay here." Kaldur runs to the hole and jumps down after him.

-push the bones back into place, then muscles and blood vessels. A small amount of new material for the torn edges aaaaand… We're done. If not for his pale skin colour you wouldn't know that Garth had been injured.

"Ha-?" Tula pushes herself up into a sitting position but she's still winded. A quick orange flare and her diaphragm is relaxed back to normal. "Is he alright?"

"Mrh! Mruuh! Mruh moo frg-gh brh-bruh."

"I've removed his injuries. Cornwall! Check on Kid Flash and Arrowette. They went that-"

He gets a good look at the OMAC. "Oh God."

"-way, worry about him later. Zatanna, please accompany him."

"Ah-. Yeah. Yeah, I…" He heads in the direction Kid Flash flew in, sword in hand and Zatanna just behind.

"Tula, anything you can tell me about shark type Blood Magic would be very helpful."

"I don't know much. I didn't even know that people who weren't Sharks could use it. He'll get temporarily stronger every time he tastes someone's blood and he can use that strength to fuel his own magic."

"Any idea how long it lasts?"

"Long enough." Ultraboy manages to stop scowling for just long enough to look smug. "And it's permanent if he eats someone whole. Might wanna check on your team mates." Artemis sprays knock out gas in his face. "I'm not-" He coughs. "-Human. That stuff's not going to work on-" He coughs again. "-me."

Artemis pulls out a flare and holds it threateningly. "No, but it's flammable. Keep talking, smart guy."

"Someone get the number of that tr-" Wallace staggers back onto the stage, leaning on Zatanna. "-uck…" He sees the OMAC. "Oh. What happened?"

"Killed himself as soon as the controls were taken off."

Zatanna's hands leap to cover her mouth. "Oh God."

"Zatanna, there was no way you could have known that he'd react like that."

"You mean it wasn't a robot?" Lex looks down at the remains with new interest. "I rather assumed-."

"Mister Luthor, now is a good time to keep quiet." Now that I've got a moment I do a more detailed scan of the other hostages. Miss Teschmacher's got cracked ribs to go with the face and I begin the process of healing those.

Rob walks back in holding Arrowette in a bridal carry. I can hear her gasping in pain. "M-. Orange Lantern, she's got broken ribs, a broken left arm and she hit her head pretty hard."

"If none of that's life threatening-" I give her a quick scan anyway. It isn't. "-I'm inclined to leave it in place for now. Put her down next to the other two where we can keep an eye on her."

He doesn't look too happy about that, but as his eyes move to avoid mine he catches sight of the fallen OMAC again. "Right."

Miss Teschmacher more or less fixed I move my attention on to Wallace. He's much less hurt than I thought he'd be, bruises and a risk of concussion later. Fixed.

Raquel floats in through the entry hole in the ceiling. "Guess I don't need to stay in reserve any more, huh?"

 

[Mr Zoat]

5th February
12:05 GMT -5

What was that? There are noises coming from the hole in the floor from the Kaldurs, the Martians and Kon fighting, but.. I'm hearing…

External force field inactive.

Wind that was being turned aside is now hitting the exterior glass and whistling through the holes our fight has made.

"Lex… Where's the force field gener-" The wind cuts out again. Oh, that's not good. "-ator?"

"It's not quite that simple. In order to maintain-"

Hope detected.

No no no no no. What's he doing?

"-a stable effect, we had to-"

There's a flare of blue and a sudden heat.

"-place guiding-."

Railgun constructs reappear around me as Zauriel materialises next to Donna and with a look of savage glee punches her in the head. She spins in the air and drops to the frozen ground, out cold.

Zorina appears on the upper floor next to Raquel, who has just enough time to turn and gasp before the last OMAC casts off its invisibility on her other side, phases a hand through her armour and pulls out her Spell Eater.

"Nehw I Yas 'Won', eid."

My alter ego appears next to Ultraboy. "Jonathan, what were you thinking?! What part of-?"

I switch to phased particle beams and open up on the OMAC without mercy.

"Eughah!"

My targeting is less precise than usual due to my need to cause damage being greater than my need for precision. 'Anything other than a destroyed brain', after all. Armour and cybernetically augmented flesh evaporates, a glancing hit to the head wrecks the upper eye and the area around the chest eye is reduced to vapour. The OMAC collapses to the ground.

Zorina shrugs. "Ria, ediug eht teluma ot em."

"-subtlety eludes you!?" Blue Lantern ignores the arrow Artemis has pointed at his ear.

A particle beam annihilates it before the amulet can reach Zorina, giving me about a half second to see her pouting before Zauriel flaps his flaming wings and dives at me.

Accelerated perception.

Railguns reform as he opens his mouth. Mage Slayers drop in from subspace as he exhales and I hear.. a note. What is that? It.. makes me feel something like-.

No! Bad!

She's right, it's irrelevant. Kill the bastard thing.

Ice fractures and is cast aside as the whatever-it-is he's screaming at me heads my way even as my retaliatory strikes slam into his armour. My construct armour buckles and fractures as I shove Lex and company out of its path. I keep firing as I'm forced to fortify my environmental shield in an attempt to keep the.. whateveritis off me. I see the orange light being blown off me, peeling off like I'm being sand blasted. Come on die you bastard! Bgah! The environmental shield fails and I'm sent flying backwards at speed, striking the rear wall with enough force that the armour's systems have to reset. Inertial dampeners only… Ugh… Partially effective. No follow up. Armour status? Oh well. Due for an upgrade anyway.

Orange light flares around me as I cut myself free of the power armour, orange construct armour taking its place. Zorina's now standing patiently inside a Raquel-generated energy field, Wallace and Rob are ministering to the fallen OMAC while Zatanna checks up on Donna. Tula is standing next to Garth, poised to leap into action.

"What the hell was that about?"

"Gwa-ah-ah. A-hugh… Hakugh."

I look down at the choking noise. My Mage Slayers -some of them anyway- punched clear through Zauriel's armour and mashed his lungs. Or whatever Angels use. Angels heal fast, don't they? I create another railgun construct and hold it up against his head before addressing my alter ego. "What the hell was that about?"

My alter ego looks up, notices the arrow for the first time, nods at Artemis and then turns completely to face me. "I know they're a bunch of fuckwits, but they're my fuckwits… You know?" He sighs. "Lamprey still giving you trouble?"

There's a roar from the hole in the floor. Could be pain or fury. Could be Kaldur, could be the other guy.

"I can call him off. He's savage in a fight but he's completely loyal to Barracuda. Barracuda gave me the authority to give him orders."

"Go on then."

"But -and I realise that this is a big deal- I need you to let us go home in return."

Zauriel tries to get up. I have a jack hammer construct slam right into his ribs- "Aaaaagh!" -and press him to the icy ground.

"You've got the planeshifter."

"And you've got people who can throw lightning and two fully charged power rings. The warm up for group shifts is several seconds. I might be able to hold you off but it's far more likely that you'd either break through or otherwise disrupt the process." He shrugs. "I feel like an arse doing this. Jonathan-"

"Call me Ultraboy!"

"-was just supposed to plant a beacon and leave." He turns back to the Young Offenders' leader. "I don't see anything very 'ultra' here. When we planned this-."

"You said if there was something of significant value we could-!"

"And what did you get out of this, other than an arse kicking? Because all I'm seeing is three wrecked OMACs." Looks like Jonathan can do surly discontent every bit as well as Kon. Doesn't have a come back, though.

Lex walks up besides me. "You surely don't expect your people to get away with this?"

"Zorina just put a kill switch in Rocket's head and Talon's on the ground floor with a rather large bomb he cobbled together from parts he found in your secure research area." He glances at Jonathan again. "Following the contingency plan like he was supposed to." Back to me. "His cybernetics give him very quick response times. Try to end this violently and this whole building comes down."

"Your people have committed violent crimes against myself, my employees and our rescuers and now you're threatening-."

He nods, sadly. "Yes. It's amazing how quickly you get used to it. Though.. if it sways you.. I can give you both the technology you'll need to block our planeshifter." He waits a moment. "Well? Does LexCorp central go out in a blaze of glory or can we come to terms?"

I glance at Lex. The League aren't going to be happy about this, but… We can stop them coming back, no one's taken any lasting injuries. I might be able to stop a bomb going off, but there's a good chance that with all of these wards I couldn't get down to its location quickly enough. If that's even really there. Lex's jaw tightens very slightly. He must have been under a lot of stress to show emotion like that. A moment longer and he gives me a very shallow nod.

"Ring, contact Aqualad."

"Channel available."

"Orange Lantern to Aqualad. We have a truce offer."

"Power Ring to Lamprey. Break off and come to my-" Ice shatters as Lamprey.. surfaces through it. "-location, and stand down. This has gone on long enough."

 

[Mr Zoat]

5th February
12:11 GMT -5

"Satisfied?"

That.. was a very nasty bomb. Talon's face is immobile as Robin examines it. I don't know whether he's just got an unusual degree of self control or a result of his implant. Or immobility from the implantation process; it's subtle, but even without scanning him I can see how he's gelled his hair to disguise the surgical scars covering his head. I don't remember what his costume looked like in the comics. This one has a pale grey armoured bodysuit with a darker grey 'feathered' cape, each feather lined with red. And he's so small. I've grown accustomed to Robin but this is clearly a child. I'd find the idea of him fighting as ridiculous as I found the Damian Wayne version of Robin in the comics. And he built a bomb a good deal more powerful than my alter ego said it was using parts Lex had lying around.

Robin stands up. "It's real, and it's disarmed." He turns his head to look at his opposite number. "Why did you do this?"

"Ultraboy's revised mission profile was bound to fail. I had to create a contingency."

His emotions are suppressed. That certainly isn't discipline. Or the implant. No, that's trauma. They've shrunk away so they can't be used against him.

"You created a bomb to kill hundreds of people. I'm not even sure what some of this-."

"Yes." Talon turns his head to look at me. "I have fulfilled our part of the agreement. I would like to leave now."

"Why?"

Talon's eyes unfocus slightly. "Rich-" I immediately create a soundproof and opaque barrier around us. "-ard Grayson. Have you wondered why I'm not you?"

Robin doesn't look surprised that Talon knows who he is. "Things happened differently on your world. If there even was a 'Richard Grayson'."

"There was. I remember him. And I saw the autopsy. Owlman-" There's a tiny tremor. "-liked using street people as test subjects. Richard Grayson died. Everyone else died. But I was the youngest. My brain could adapt better."

"Who… Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter." He turns to leave, his cape sweeping behind him. "I'm leaving."

"You don't have to go back!" Talon stops next to my barrier. "If the world you come from is that crazy, there's no point in you going back. You could stay-!"

"No point but the one I choose to make." He reaches out with his right hand and pushes against the barrier. "Lantern."

I attach filaments to both of them and rapidly make the series of transitions necessary to take us back to the auditorium, where a decidedly uneasy peace has broken out. I drop Robin and Talon as Lamprey studies Kaldur with undisguised fascination. "Is that the Trident of Oceanus? I have seen it but I never had the courage to take it for myself."

"It is the Trident of Neptune."

"Ah. Of course. The revolt of the Low-Born against the Titans was successful here. And Arthur Curry-"

"Orin."

"-rules as King. And what was that I tasted in the boy's blood? Some.. form of alchemy…"

My alter ego bows his head slightly. "Lamprey, you're creeping everyone out again. Knock it off."

"My apologies, Seneschal."

Kaldur takes the opportunity to study his opposite in return. I suppose that now we're not fighting one another it's only natural that there'd be some curiosity. "How did you become… This?"

"I was taken from my home on Kadavu Island at a young age by shark-man raiders. Life as a slave did not suit me. I bided my time until an opportunity to escape presented itself and then used my owner's own magic against him. He was the first person I ate and I wear his skin even now." He runs his right hand over his armour, an expression of… Fondness? On his face. "His skull I presented to my Shogun as proof of my skill, and I have been his loyal vassal ever since."

"Dakuwaqa is a peaceful deity. He would not approve of murder and.. cannibalism."

"Here, perhaps. Our Dakuwaqa consumes his foes and makes their strength his. Once, a foolish Octopus Goddess confronted him at the height of his rage. Though she entangled him, he was able to taste her flesh and then shortly meet her arms with his own. He could match her while she had no way to match him." He pointedly looks around the still-frozen room. "Still, your magic is powerful. Perhaps it would be beneficial if I were to expand my diet."

"Lamprey, what did I say?"

Lamprey bows his head slightly and walks away. Kaldur turns to me. "The bomb?"

"Made safe."

Wallace looks up from the third OMAC. I repaired her organs and Zatanna's magic stripped the outer casing more gently than my blades could, but she's remained catatonic since. That might well have been my doing. I don't know. It could just as well have been the consequences of the invasive cybernetics. Hopefully STAR Labs can come up with something to help them. Having not seen Mister Lynch, Wallace is still reacting with shock to their appearance. "If the bomb's turned off, what's to stop us making you stay and pay for what you've done!?"

"Same thing that keeps me on Earth a month after I knew I could leave with no consequence. Because we said they could. And from what I've seen Earth negative fourteen isn't exactly a soft option." To say nothing of the fact that they almost certainly know the secret identities of most -if not all- of the Justice League. I would not want these people in Belle Reve, even under Waller.

I nod to Artemis and she sprays solvent on the rubbery material still coating Mary Mayhem's mouth. Mary claws at it, spitting and coughing as soon as her mouth is free. Her eyes blaze as she tries to burn us with the force of her hatred. Artemis backs off as quickly as she can without looking like she's afraid. "Oggar!" The air darkens and.. black.. lightning? Radiates out from her for a moment. When light can once again reach her she's back in her uniform, her fists balled and her breathing heavy.

"Easy, Mayhem." Ultraboy looks at her. She meets his eyes for a moment and then turns away with a snort.

"Well." The Blue Lantern smiles at our group. "This has been.. interesting, but-."

Lex raises his eyebrows slightly. "Forgetting something?"

"Ah. Yes. Let me get that for you." Two devices -looking like smaller versions of the thing we saw just before the OMAC attacked us in the corridor- appear just in front of myself and Lex. "Shouldn't be too hard for you to work out. If you put a few in orbit that should be enough to stop anyone planeshifting here using a device like the one we use."

Lex delicately reaches out to take it but Mercy interposes herself with a shake of her head. He makes a barely audible snort, then indicates the device with a wave of his right hand. She wasn't happy about not being included in the attack, but having someone we aren't used to working with -particularly one inclined to shoot to kill as a first response- fighting alongside us was a recipe for disaster. She takes hold of the object and then steps back behind Lex. I attach a filament to mine and deposit it in my subspace pocket.

My alter ego looks at me for a moment. I see a series of uncomfortable memories, fear and desperation all too evident. Then he tosses his head and returns his attention to his team mates. "If we're all ready?" He mostly gets grunts in return. I fixed Arrowette up but Zauriel can barely stand upright. Perhaps my Mage Slayers impeded his regeneration? Worth knowing. Blue Lantern takes the planeshifter out of subspace and appears to hesitate for a moment. When no one takes the opportunity to attack he actually manages a weak smile before making eye contact with me again. "I'll keep an eye out for any other versions of us."

"Don't go to any trouble on my account."

He dips his head again, then holds out the planeshifter and pulls the trigger. The purple afterimages appear once more, lingering for several seconds before they and their team finally disappear.

Lex waits a moment or two, then smiles at the rest of us. "Orange Lantern, I'd like to thank your team for your assistance. I dread to think what would have happened if you hadn't been around to help. All of you, in fact."

I nearly correct him and tell him that Kaldur is in charge. But no. "Job's not over quite yet, Mister Luthor. We still need to check the whole building for nasty surprises. And you need to deactivate the force field."

"Of course. It's a fairly involved process, but I'll get started right away." He starts walking towards the door, then stops in front of Kon. He's looking at… Kon's shaven head. "I do hope you aren't trying to imitate me with that look, son. I treasured my hair while I had it and I advise you to do the same. My father Lionel was bald by my age. It seems to run in the male line."

"I got Superman's hair. It'll grow back." Lex considers for a moment, then nods, pats Kon on his right shoulder and walks on. Kon watches him go for a moment and then turns back to me. "It will, right?"

 

[Mr Zoat]

5th February
19:31 GMT -5

"…death today of the author Erasmus Fry in his home in…"

I lean back into the settee, regarding with some amusement the intent expressions on the faces of Garth and Tula. Both of them prefer news programs to any form of entertainment surface media has to offer. I suppose this is a work placement for them; they're not so much 'off the clock' as studying surface culture.

Batman pretty much ordered us back to the mountain after the LexCorp thing was resolved. Fortunately for myself and Zatanna, Nabu's busy doing.. something, and isn't here. That meant that I could justify not arguing the point with Batman to myself. Batman agreed that making the deal was the most sensible thing to do and will be passing on the designs for the planeshift blocker to 'corporations working with the League' for study and development. Could be Wayne Enterprises, could be Kord Tech. I can find out Tuesday which it is.

"M'gann, what is it?" Over on the settee to my left, Kon nudges his girlfriend with his left elbow. "You've been distracted all day."

M'gann looks up, then at him, then around the room as the rest of us turn our attention on her. "It's… Her. The other M'gann."

"You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, it…" She looks away for a moment. "When we were fighting, one of the things she said was…"

Kaldur leans forward. "Whatever she said was most likely simply an attempt to undermine your self confidence."

"Most of it was, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about…" She hesitates for a moment, ordering her thoughts. "I told you.. about Martian skin color."

Kon nods, not quite getting it. "Yeah, but no one on Earth cares about what color Martians are."

She smiles at him. "I know. It's just… I'm used to the idea that it matters. Seeing her just.. being White… She was offended by me pretending to be green and… I think she may have a point."

Kon puts his left arm around her shoulders. "You can make your skin white if you want." He fidgets slightly. "Um, but maybe you could give the shark teeth a miss?"

She chuckles. "Oh, I don't want to change how I look, just the color scheme. How about…" Green colour disappears across her visible skin in a ripple. There isn't any gradual fading, it just switches from medium green to the pearl white colour she wore when we were spending quality time with Mister J'aarkn. "I don't know. Does red hair work with this?"

"If we're a public spectacle now-" I glance at the television screen where the cycling news headlines have switched back to a picture of our group outside of LexCorp after the mission was completed. "-it might be a good idea to have more.. visual distinction between Megan Morse and M'gann M'orzz."

Kon shrugs. "Doesn't matter to me."

She rolls her eyes. "Maybe I need to ask someone who's not a guy. Tula? Zatanna? Miss Reilly?"

"Hm?" Tula jerks her head around. "I'm sorry, were you talking to me?"

"Creating visual space between your costumed identity and your private identity is a sound move. I do not think I am.. properly equipped to render aesthetic judgement."

Zatanna looks at M'gann's hair with a critical eye. "I don't think blonde would work with skin that white. What other color did you have in mind?"

"I can make it any color." Her hair shifts from red to deep blue. "But last time I had my skin like this I made it black." It changes to black as I start to turn my attention away from the girl-talk and back to the screen.

"…with Bialya. Queen Beatrice has not been seen in public for over a week, uncharacteristically cancelling several scheduled appearances."

"That's odd. I mean, she needs to be around people for her mind control pheromones to work."

Danni keeps looking at the screen as well. "Pheromones are not her sole means of enforcing her rule."

"No, but a thinking dictator has to at least try and keep people on side."

"Palace staff were quick to deny rumours that their monarch was in poor health, saying instead that she was 'focusing her energies on the governance of her people'."

"Appearing in public at anything less than her best would risk giving the impression of weakness. She will most likely not do so until her burns have healed."

I frown. "Burns?"

Without turning she holds up her right fist and ignites the air around it. "Burns."

O-kay.

"…try black out for a while." Looks like M'gann's gone back to monochrome. I think it works, but I don't really know anything about colour matching. I wear orange with everything, for goodness sake.

"I wonder what happened to the other versions of-" Garth glances at Tula. "-us."

Kaldur considers for a moment. "It would be unrealistic to assume that all of us have surviving alter egos. And I would not be quick to regret the lack of such an encounter. I do not think that I would surprise anyone by saying that I was extremely disturbed by 'Lamprey's'.. dietary preferences."

M'gann frowns at him. "Who's.. 'Arthur Curry'?"

Ah, that's.. interesting. All three Atlanteans looked uncomfortable at the mention of that name. I know King Orin doesn't really use it any more but I don't see why it would be a problem.

The other two look to Kaldur to respond. "Why do you ask?"

"When Lamprey called Aquaman that, I could feel how angry you were. But, Aquaman's name is Orin…"

The Atlanteans exchange glances and it looks like Kaldur gets volunteered. "My King… His father was not Atlantean, and he was not born in Atlantis."

"Really?"

"I'm taking Tom Curry to meet his new grandson on Monday." I shrug at M'gann's puzzlement. "He's a baseline Human; couldn't take the pressure on his own, or breathe the water."

Kaldur inclines his head slightly. "King Orin is the elder son of our previous queen, Queen Atlanna and.. an American Harbor Master named Thomas Curry. King Orin grew up in a town named Amnesty Bay on the coast of Maine."

Zatanna looks interested. "They weren't married?"

"No." Kaldur actually looks uncomfortable. "King Orin was two when Queen Atlanna married General Theon, Orm's father. Few in the Atlantean court even knew that Orin existed until well after King Theon's death. When Queen Atlanna announced that she was designating as her heir her son by a surface worlder rather than the son of a popular General whom most had assumed would succeed her…"

"It didn't go down particularly well."

Garth nods. "That is a significant understatement. My parents talked about it with me once; there were moves in the Senate to have her decision overturned."

Zatanna's eye flick from one Atlantean to another. "Could they do that?"

Tula nods. "Atlantis is a democracy. Sort of. Individual City-States send representatives to the national Senate in Poseidonis and the Senate makes the laws. Some Senators are elected by the citizens of their cities, some are appointed by the city's rulers…"

Garth huffs. "Nanaue's Senators have to fight for their seats."

Kaldur nods. "The Senate could in theory have overridden her, but they were reluctant to do so. There is a balance of power between the Senate and the Crown, and so blatant an interference would have violated that. As such, the motion was unable to gather sufficient support to be passed. Those who disagree most vehemently with the decision made it their custom to refer to King Orin as 'Arthur Curry' in an attempt to indicate that he was not truly Atlantean and as such should not be a candidate for the throne."

"The files my alter ego gave me say that their version of Aquaman has no problem being called by his surface name. I doubt Lamprey had any idea that it would be a problem to call him that."

Kaldur nods. "I realize that. But my emotional response to hearing.. me.. call him that was not guided by dispassionate analysis."

I nod and lean back into the settee. "Anyone have any idea how long Batman wants us to stay here?"

 

[Mr Zoat]

Prayer

7th February
07:17 GMT -5

"Would you like me to help you with that, sir?"

Thomas Curry looks around from his chest of drawers for a moment and sighs. "I can manage perfectly well. The other two are bad enough but it'll be a sad day when Tom Curry can't carry his own pack."

I was half-expecting someone older, but I suppose with King Orin only being twenty nine there was no reason why his father would be old old. He's fifty three and still physically fit. His hair's grey and his bushy beard puts me in mind of how my own father wore his in my youth.

The 'other two' being his Atlantean close protection officers.. or whatever they're properly called. Seeing as the king's father had no desire to live in what they considered an adequately secure environment they ended up having to move here to Amnesty Bay. They have to work their cover too. I suppose their resulting unusual familiarity with surface world culture might open up interesting opportunities for them as Atlantean-Surface World relations become closer. One of them -Alpheus- is awaiting our return to the kitchen with Mister Curry's wife, Mary Curry née Sullivan. The other bodyguard couldn't justify taking time off from his cover job to join us.

I never really had any interest in Aquaman in the comic so I've got no idea if that version of him had as many land-dwelling relatives as the one I know does. One much younger half-brother, currently at college, along with several cousins living in and around the Amnesty Bay area. Aquaman doesn't exactly have a secret identity but knowledge that Arthur Curry equals Orin is a secret, if only to make sure the rest of the clan have some privacy and don't become target-of-the-week for supervillains with a grudge against him.

Mister Curry checks his hair in the mirror, lifts the holdall over his shoulder and then turns around. "Alright then… What was your name again?" I hold up a business card. He frowns at it then at me before dismissing the oddity. "Lead on, Paul."

I nod and exit his bedroom, starting the walk down the staircase. The Curry family home is the old lighthouse keeper's cottage. Apparently Mister Curry's forebears used to operate it before the network was automated. The lighthouse itself is still in use and from the various pictures and nautical knickknacks attached to the walls I gather that this is something of a source of pride. Thinking about it, it can't have been easy, a single man with a full time job which often requires significant amounts overtime bringing up a child more or less on his own.

As I enter the kitchen I nod to Alpheus. This isn't in any way a high risk journey and I'm going to be there. Missus Curry also won't be joining us so it'll just be the three of us. As I understand it, King Orin always regarded Queen Atlanna as being his real mother and while relations between them aren't bad exactly they aren't particularly close.

"I'll be off then, Mary." Mister Curry crosses the kitchen and embraces his wife. "Should be back in time for dinner."

She leans in and kisses him on the cheek. "Give Arthur and Mera my best. And little Artur too."

"I will."

I hadn't realised that 'Artur' was even a name before Kaldur told me that was what the new prince was called. Still, I suppose it was a lucky escape; one more letter and he'd have been 'Prince Junior'.

Mister Curry smiles fondly at his wife as he pulls away, turning towards the back door. Alpheus exits first and I notice him do a quick check for possible threats before stepping aside from the door for Mister Curry to pass. To keep with the secrecy thing I'm wearing clothes which contain no orange along with a black bobble hat. And glasses. I mean, they work for Superman, right?

The local zeta tube terminus isn't anywhere near the lighthouse. It would be too hard to disguise the electricity consumption if it was connected to the town's energy grid and fairly difficult to hide the electromagnetic and heat radiation if it had its own system. Similarly, I could transfer us straight to Poseidonis but the orange glow was judged to be too much of a risk. Instead, we're going for a short drive in Mister Curry's car down towards the docks where the zeta tube terminal is housed in a warehouse owned -through a front company- by the Atlantean crown. They do occasionally use it for its alleged purpose but it's mostly here for King Orin's benefit.

Amnesty Bay isn't a big harbour but it is just about big enough to cope with smaller container ships and has much lower docking fees than the larger port cities of Portland or Portsmouth to the south. Most of what goes out here is manufactured goods heading towards Europe and the constant demand is more than enough to keep the docks and the local workforce busy. Back home… No idea if this place exists. If it does it's probably been hit pretty hard by the recession. I did a quick check here and apparently 'sub prime' mortgages were never a thing here due to some unusually farsighted legislation that attracted a surprising amount of cross-bench support. Even free market friendly Senators and Congresspeople have been heard publicly talking of the need to avoid perverse incentives in a way that only happened post-crash back home.

I really need to get around to looking into why.

As Harbour Master, Mister Curry does have a legitimate reason for checking up on warehouses near the waterfront. If anyone asks that's exactly what we're doing. If anyone watches they'll probably be curious about why we walked into a warehouse and didn't come out for twelve hours but if anyone's that interested then we're probably rumbled anyway. As it is no one's around when we get out of the car and Alpheus heads towards the door, the key for the padlock already in his hand.

We follow him inside. It's hard to spot unless you know what you're looking for, but this building is designed to shield any emissions generated within from external detection. A shipping container over to my right contains an Atlantean lightning generator and the transformer required to turn that into power a circuit can usefully use. Sephtian and I could probably replace the generator with something a fraction of the size… But if we're going to aim to replace the network anyway there probably isn't much point. I had some trouble explaining to Sephtian exactly how much electrical energy the surface world uses. Atlanteans don't, for obvious reasons. Since I'm.. fairly sure that I want to introduce a xenotech power generation system rather than a magitech one I don't think I'll bother focusing on that.

Alpheus pulls open the doors to the shipping container holding the zeta tube. This isn't part of the main system; it's strictly point to point. Too much risk of someone putting two and two together if they walk in on something. Mister Curry looks the device over as I give it a scan. No problems that I can detect. Alpheus pulls a lever and the interior of the tube runs through its start up sequence.

I wave my left hand and connect myself to Mister Curry with a thick line of orange, extending an environmental shield around him. He looks at it and then turns over to me. "What.. exactly should I expect?"

I shrug. "You'll be able to walk around with little more difficulty than you can on the surface. And breathe normally and speak normally. Though.. I ttthink they're setting up an air-room for you."

"Are you going to be hanging around all day?"

"I'll be one guard among many, Mister Curry."

He nods. "I suppose privacy's one of those things kings have to do without."

"Three." This zeta tube actually has a count down. "Two. One."

7th February
10:17 GMT -2

And we're in the water before the Poseidonis tube. Mister Curry doesn't start, but he does look a little apprehensively curious about the situation. Alpheus on the other hand looks a little happier. Purebloods don't need constant exposure to water but they certainly prefer it. "If you're ready, sir?" He hesitates for a moment, then nods. Plot route, open a tube and transition.

And we're inside the palace, near the royal quarters. After the incident last year where Ocean Master and his followers were basically able to swim into the royal bedchambers they've upgraded security somewhat; I certainly couldn't transition directly inside there any longer. The guards outside tense for a moment, but a moment later recognise us -it's probably the orange glow- and one of them turns to press the rune on the doorway.

Another swims forwards. "Identify yourselves, please."

"Guardsman Alpheus, with Thomas Curry and Orange Lantern, here to see their majesties."

The guard raises some sort of runic stone and waves it at us. He looks at it for a moment and then nods. "Identities confirmed." He turns his attention to Mister Curry. "Welcome to Atlantis, sir. This way please-."

The door opens and King Orin swims out towards his father, smiling broadly. "Dad! Glad you could make it."

For a moment Mister Curry Senior tries to swim up to his son's level. Realising that he can't, he waits for King Orin to drop to floor level in front of him. "As if I'd miss this." They embrace, and I note that their beards follow the same contours along their faces. "Mary sends her love. Now, where's this grandson of mine?"

 

[Mr Zoat]

8th February
09:43 GMT -5

I nod. It's not really a surprise but I had rather hoped they would choose differently. "Well, if that's your choice, Mister Lynch, Miss Barstow. I'm sure that LexCorp will do everything they can to help you."

Lex favours them with a paternal smile. "Of course. It's the very least a mere businessman can do to try to live up to the reputation of so heroic an alter ego."

On Earth negative fourteen Lex Luthor is famous for his tireless struggle against the Crime Syndicate. Neither Noah Lynch nor Vienna Barstow knew that the Management had been defeated. Once I told them about the role he played in it they both decided that they'd rather stay with LexCorp for their treatment rather than go to STAR Labs, which on negative fourteen is some sort of Syndicate front company. If I had hard evidence I could present them about Lex's nefarious associates I might have been able to talk them out of it, but… I know that if someone is a hero on a negative parallel they're probably a villain on a positive one, but try explaining that logically to someone. You'd sound like an idiot. And my lack of a smoking gun is why I'm uncertain about how I should deal with Lex.

Huh. Maybe negative fourteen Lex isn't actually any different to ours and he just happened to be right in his suspicions of superhumans?

The two former OMACs look at each other. They're holding hands but all of the yellow… It's not a romantic gesture, it just so happens that the other person is the only one who knows what horrors they've gone through. Physically, they look to be in good condition. I think? There's a certain.. Sasha Bordeaux to them. Their skin is grey tinted as nanogoo grey replaces blood red. Mister Lynch is still noticeably darker and his-.

"Akg." He closes his eyes, tilting his head down and putting his free hand over his eyes. "It's… It's doing it again."

Miss Barstow looks towards the LexCorp medical researchers who are hurrying towards him. "Doctor?!"

Doctor Kelley reaches him first, some sort of highly detailed optical scanner in her hand. "Mister Lynch, I need you to show me." He hesitates. "Can you do that?"

"Uh. Yeah, yeah." He slowly moves his hand away from his eyes and looks up, wincing as he does so. His eyes are red in pupil and iris. Like the symbol on his chest used to be.

"Hmm." The doctor moves in for a closer look and brings up her scanner. "Are you in any pain?"

"No, not… Not much."

"Any changes in your visual field?"

"Yeah, it's like… Every time I look at something, the eyes're telling me what it is and how much of a threat it is. Telling me how to kill it."

"I see. What's it saying about me?"

He stares directly at her for a moment. "Civilian doctor. It thinks snapping your neck is the best way to kill you but that using you as a Human shield would be better. If I… I'm sorry, Orange Lantern, but when I look at you it starts freaking out. Messages… I can't look at you without getting the worst headache."

Lex nods as Doctor Kelley continues her examination. "Doctor, I think we should leave you to it. Orange Lantern..?" He motions towards the door with his right hand.

I nod as Mister Lynch is helped onto a gurney and wheeled towards a CT scanner. Miss Barstow remains latched to his side the whole time. "I'll let the League know that you're in good hands." I turn away as the medics start attaching monitors and walk out through the door.

Lex follows on behind me, Mercy lurking behind him. "I don't suppose there's any chance we could have access to the one who killed himself? A dissection would allow us to gather all manner of data that we can't ethically get from living specimens."

"Lex, the League are unhappy enough about this already. The best I could do was get Batman to promise that STAR Labs will share what they find. And they expect you to do the same in return."

"Of course."

I take a look around the corridor. "How are the repairs going?"

"We estimate a month and a half until work is complete." He holds out his right hand without looking around. "Mercy, do you have-?" She hands him a tablet and he looks it over. "We only finished the security sweeps yesterday evening. We're hiring temporary office space to keep things running until the place is liveable again."

"Find any of those… Pyramid things?"

He presses the tablet. "No. Here." He passes it to me. It's showing what looks like security camera footage of one of them. "If you press 'play'…" I do. The timestamp runs forwards and with a purple blur the device shimmers and then vanishes. I press pause. The time is near as makes little difference to the time where my other self returned the Young Offenders to negative fourteen. "You see it?"

I nod. "Which means they're probably somewhere on negative fourteen now."

"Do you know if they appear in the same place, spatially?"

"It seems like a logical assumption, but I really don't know."

"I'm merely concerned that we may have inadvertently unleashed a group of superhuman thugs on my alter ego's place of work."

I shake my head. "Ultraman took possession of the building years ago. These days Lex Luthor works out of the White House."

"President Luthor?" He looks mildly amused by the idea. "I can't say I'd given the idea much thought…"

"Vice President, though I'm told he's favourite for two thousand and twelve." I hand the tablet back and generate a construct image of Lex negative fourteen in full armour.

"A rather dashing figure." He breathes out a little heavily. "Now, on to less pleasant matters-."

"Why did you ward the whole building?" A slight grimace. "I could have wrapped this whole thing up in under a minute if you hadn't. Who did you even get to do it?"

"Who… Is simpler. His name is Linton Smith-."

!!!

"Papa Midnite? You seriously got Papa Midnite in here?"

"Until he's convicted of something, he's a legitimate businessman."

"That doesn't make it a good idea. Did you know that he-?"

Lex makes a placatory gesture. "Having.. seen his place of work I can understand your reservations, but if I may explain?" I nod. "LexCorp is.. my citadel. I spoke to you before of my distaste for the Justice League… If my worst fears were ever realized, if they ever turned on humanity, I need to know that this place is secure against whoever might assail it. The wards are a part of that, to allow us to better withstand assault from magic users or, yes-" He looks directly at me. "-Lanterns. It wasn't aimed at you specifically, but I couldn't risk trying to add an exception as I did with… Enginehead."

"If it's that secure-."

"There's a master override. I mistook Ultraboy for my son and his Martian for a Human. I invited them into my office-."

"And you didn't have any blue kryptonite on hand." He nods. "Okay, that.. makes sense, but what was with all of the power armour I saw?"

He taps the tablet rapidly and then hands it back to me. "Do you know what this is?"

I hadn't seen this exact picture before, but yes. "Project Rocket Red. The AK forty seven of power armour. Nothing too exciting but highly mechanically reliable and cheap. Sort of. If they ever get it working properly."

"They're close, and I don't want the SVR to have been peering over my shoulder when they finally crack it." He smiles. "Not everything I do is about the Justice League, you know."

 

[Mr Zoat]

8th February
23:21 GMT -5

"Who ya tryin'n get crazy with, ese?"

I frown slightly as I pull my mobile phone from my pocket with my right hand. What does he want?

"Don't cha know I'm loco?"

I drop the people smuggler I was holding in my left hand to the floor, where he reflexively curls up to protect his severely bruised stomach. In all probability Gotham is merely the point of arrival for the people he brings in before they are taken on to other locations in the US, but I find it amusing to believe instead that Gotham is so miserable a city that the inhabitants pay to be smuggled away from it.

I find myself moving along to the rhythm of the brief instrumental section as I look for my partner-cum-supervisor. "Robin, you got this, right? I need to answer this."

"To da one.. on da flamboyant tip."

Oh, rude of me. I send an orange beam to connect to each of the fallen thugs -not that many really- and handcuff them.

"I'll just toss that ham in the fryin' pan like spam."

Richard looks at the people collapsed at my feet and strewn across the room. "How bad did you-?"

"Just bruises!"

"Get done when I come.. and slam."

One man tries to rise to his feet, only to yelp in pain and collapse. "Okay, hairline fracture on that guy's left metatarsal, but that's it." His own fault for not having a proper grip on his crowbar, really.

"Damn! I feel like the Son of Sam."

"Just… Answer it."

"Ta." I walk out towards the warehouse car park. I really think we've… If not actually bonded bonded, at least gained a greater appreciation for one another's style of working during my time in Gotham. Really, I just suggested it in order to suck up to Batman but it's been kind of fun.

"Don't make me wreck shit-."

Answer.

The song cuts out and is replaced with silence. "Grayven here." Filter sound.

By your command.

"I'm free to talk. What's up?"

"I wish to talk with you.. on behalf of our friends.. on a matter that has arisen."

"Come on Brain, no need to talk around the subject." I walk through the loading area and out into the Gotham night. Thing about Brain is that without a body he just hooks a broadcaster up to his speech synthesiser. No background sound at all, not even crackling as wind passes over the receiver. "What is it?"

"You no doubt recall that your entry into the Light is contingent on you removing Klarion from our number?"

"Not likely to forget. Got Savage's little mutant hurry-up as well. I told you it would take a while when you gave me the job."

"And you did not.. perhaps.. make some mistake with regard to the identity of your target?"

Where's he.. going.. with this? "Don't.. think so..? The boy with the pale skin and the horn-hair? Glows purple when he hooks himself up to that Djinn thing?"

"That is indeed his appearance. What is concerning to myself and my colleagues is that you have taken action against another of our number. While I acknowledge that you gave no formal undertaking that you would not do so, we had rather assumed that we would have a truce as we worked towards greater cooperation?"

I shrug. "Yes? I mean, Savage's thing was somewhat annoying but it wasn't a major threat."

"You mean to say that you have not been active in Bialya?"

"Haven't been back since our meeting." Oh, wait. "Did Queen Beena try sending a snatch squad after the Logans?"

"Something of that nature."

Heh. "If the drones I had on guard duty actually hit anything I'll pay compensation. It was really just supposed to be a warning shot."

"You can pay compensation to a dead woman, Mister Grayven?"

What? "What?"

"Queen Bee is dead, Mister Grayven."

Shit. Even if I was going to kill my way through the Light I probably wouldn't have killed her. I know all too well the chaos that follows when you remove a Middle Eastern dictator. "How the hell did that happen?"

"We are not entirely certain. Her.. personal assistant was somewhat distraught and not able to coherently answer. Not to mention that she is in the custody of the Quraci police."

Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck. "What do you know?"

"She and her late employer crossed the border, hired an unmarked car from a local firm and drove to the Logan Animal Sanctuary. When they arrived Queen Bee instructed her to wait in the car. Shortly after Queen Bee exited the vehicle she was entirely destroyed by some form of energy weapon. The description of the weapon employed matches the description of your own combat drones."

"What did the silly cow do that for?"

"Possibly she was seeking to make good on the threat she made to your Martian friend? She did not volunteer that information to us ahead of time, Mister Grayven. And it is somewhat difficult to learn her mind after the fact."

"But she must have known that threat was a dud as soon as I left? The only way I could maintain my position here was to nullify it. I just assumed she'd send a few squads or something, the drones would open fire at long range and they'd get a clue and fall back. She's… She's definitely dead, right?"

"Unless your drone weapons have some other function of which I am not aware."

"Well… Shit."

"As you say."

Ah, and it was shaping up to be such a nice evening. "Sooooooo… Guess I'm getting blackballed, then."

"I would not assume that. Men such as ourselves tend to have a somewhat pragmatic view of mortality. While the instructions you gave to your weapons were ill-considered, if what you say is true then the fault lies in the most part with her."

"Wait, seriously?"

"I will.. investigate the matter further before speaking with my colleagues. Though.. if I may make the observation..? It is wise for you to deal with our Chaos Lord problem before that, is it not?"

Fuck my complete lack of concrete leads. "Yeah, I'll… Prioritise it."

"I will look forward to your success. Good evening, Mister Grayven."

"'Bye, Brain." Oh, he's already gone. Arse. I put the phone back in my pocket. What did she have to go and do that for? I give it a week -two at the outside- before the civil war starts. And she wasn't even a particularly bad ruler! Mind control greases the wheels of government wonderfully. None of that shutting-down-the-country-because-a-room-full-of-adults-can't-agree-on-a-budget nonsense. She had a man publically flogged for trying that!

But the social collapse isn't my problem unless I feel like marrying her sister and claiming the country myself.

…

No.

Ugh. How the hell am I going to kill Klarion within a reasonable timeframe? I mean, theoretically I could get mystically resilient enough to do it myself eventually but I wouldn't want to chance it anytime soon. Atlantean anti-magic gear is nowhere near strong enough to pull off something like that. There's no way Constantine would help me now, not after the Shadow Dog thing… Well, not without him stabbing me in the back as well. My search for high end mystic artefacts hasn't led me to anything I'd want to depend on. Rumours? What are the chances some crazy Nazi wizard really has the Spear of Destiny? No one in Klarion's weight class owes me any favours…

The Ophidian?

I consider for a moment the probable consequences of unleashing the Embodiment of Avarice on the Earth. Nooo. Quite aside from what it would do to me I'm not ready for the fight with Larfleeze that would inevitably trigger. Ugh, I'm going to have to go and have a chat with Nabu, aren't I?

 

[Mr Zoat]

9th February
17:43 GMT -5

I may not really be able to be physically tired when I'm wearing the ring but the exhaustion I experienced early today appears to be lingering in my mind. I'm not quite sure how I got roped into this but Jade's fellow inmates appear to be finding it amusing and I suppose that justifies it well enough.

On the other side of the work surface Madison makes eye contact for a second as she adds the pine nuts to the couscous. "'sup with you? I though you said you didn't get tired."

"I skipped a class and Diana… Wonder Woman made me run a marathon this morning." And afternoon. My construct knife cuts into the red pepper, neatly removing the stalk part.

Jade stops next to me to check my work over my shoulder. "That's only twenty five miles. You should-."

"A hundred and fifty." Slice in half, scrape the insides of seeds and flanges, put both halves onto the baking tray and pick up the next pepper. "The only reason why she didn't make me run the other leg as well is because I told her I was coming here."

"Hm." She checks the tray and then picks it up to take it to the ovens.

At least Madison looks impressed. "A hundred and fifty miles?"

"From Athens to Sparta. What's particularly annoying-" Slice. "-about it-" Slice, plonk, new pepper. "-is that the Amazons went into isolation a thousand years before the journey the event's based on is supposed to have happened so there's no way she can know that's how far it actually was."

"Thought you could fly?"

"She confiscated the rings." I hold my left hand up and wiggle it. "Just had to use my legs." And post re-testosteroning I've become a bit wary about having the ring alter my mind. Hence, tiredness.

Jade slams the oven door shut and then looks at me. "Less talking, more working."

"Am I even allowed in here?"

"You can leave whenever you want."

"You couldn't replace me. No one else would volunteer for this."

She gives me a small smile and an expression of scepticism. "Is that so?"

"When most men think about women's prison? This isn't the bit they're thinking about." On my left the woman weighing out the olives… Reilly, that was her name. She snorts. "How come you've gone full vegetarian, anyway? I know you used to be fine eating meat."

"You can't get meat worth eating for what New England's prepared to pay for prison meals. I'm just glad this place still has its own kitchens."

Reilly nods. "Guess we're even cheaper than contractors."

Madison passes her bowl along the production line and picks up the next couscous bowl to strain it. "Bet we eat better though."

"No need to convince me. You can't even sell American meat in Europe because of all the crap they add to it."

Jade takes a quick look around the kitchen. Dinner is getting served at half past six for the one hundred and sixty eight women housed here, as well as the thirty or so members of staff. The two guards over by the door have been watching me but that's mostly because I'm the only interesting thing happening here. The main course appears to be ratatouille and there's some sort of fruit jelly for pudding. Seeing nothing that requires her attention, Jade walks back to my station. "Why are you visiting today?"

"Well. Month and a half to go. Doesn't seem to be much chance of you getting shanked." She pointedly looks away from me. "Given much thought to what you're going to do with yourself?"

"I've considered my options."

"Going.. back to.. Gotham? I mean.. I know that-."

"You managed to get just about everyone I ever worked with arrested?"

… "Yes. I mean, if you're thinking about taking the chef thing forwards it's a great place to use your knife skills legally."

Madison looks up as she picks up the couscous filled strainer and returns the grains to the bowl. "Knife skills?"

Jade turns her head back towards me and gives me a warning look. Has she not..? "Knife skills I'm shutting up about." She relaxes again.

"So…" Reilly looks from Jade to me and back again. "How long you two been together?"

Madison shakes her head. "They're not."

Reilly gives her a look of disbelief. "You being serious? He's here every week."

"I have a lot of free time."

Jade looks a little.. less annoyed. "What were you doing this week? There was something on the news about LexCorp."

"Fighting robots, traps and evil parallel universe versions of my friends."

"Am I included in that?"

"There wasn't a version of you, buuuut…" I generate a construct. "There was this picture in the files my own opposite number gave me. Calls herself Sai."

"That's original." Jade takes a closer look. "Nice mask though."

"I'm not sure whether she's you or not."

"Wait." Reilly take a fresh look at Jade. "You a supervillain or something?"

"No." I remove the construct. "Her lawyer was very clear about that."

"Oh. So does that mean-?"

I turn to Jade, keeping half an eye on the peppers as I have the ring handle the chopping coordination. "See, I know this guy in Belle Reve. His name's Leonard Snart, Captain Cold. Man's a technological genius. Regularly beaten by his father growing up, barely passed S-. High School. No higher education at all. Somehow during his first period of incarceration he managed to learn enough about low temperature physics to make a freeze ray. Point, fire, zero degrees Kelvin."

Jade looks a little interested. "I always thought he stole it."

"Stole the parts but it's his own design. Heck, I know Batman thinks those Ice Fortresses were a joint effort, Mister Freeze, Icicle, Killer Frost, Icicle Junior and him working together. But I've spent a lot of time in the one I'm using on the North Pole and I'd say the design was eighty to ninety percent him."

"Is this the 'why doesn't he sell it and make millions legally' speech?"

"No, because I know why. I was going to try to work with him, but… Then I got a look at him. Now, he's not completely.. instinctively hostile. This is the guy who organises the Central City Rogues. His social skills are actually pretty good. When he's got an enemy. See, growing up.. like that? His primary caregiver hitting him… Randomly. That meant his brain developed.. constantly looking out for where the next thump was coming from. Put him up against the police or the Flash and he can function fine. Put him in an office and he wouldn't be able to cope. The lack of an aggressor would drive him bananas constantly looking for something that isn't there."

Jade looks at me through narrowing eyes. Oh, she gets it. "He sounds like a mess."

I nod. "He is, rather. Any ideas on how I could approach him?"

 

[Mr Zoat]

10th February
20:02 GMT -5

"Dana, hi!"

Kaldur looks around as I wave towards the door. "Are you certain that this is wise?"

"Nope!"

"That is not reassuring."

Dana spots my arm, waves back a little hesitantly and heads in our direction. She's dressed… Not quite date clothes, but certainly nicer than her breaking and entering clothes. Kaldur wasn't that hard to convince and it's not as if he had other plans tonight. Zatanna's doing homework and -hooray- only two more days until Nabu fucks off back to wherever. Diana's next on the rotation.

"Hey.. guys." Dana walks up to our table and I wave my right hand at the seat across from us. "Thanks… Have you ordered yet?"

"We have not. I.. cannot read French."

Dana picks up a menu and opens it. "I can't either, but you can usually-."

"Oh, sorry, right." I connect filaments to each of them and activate the ring's translator.

Dana and Kaldur's eyes flash orange for a second. Dana blinks heavily for a moment and then looks anew at the menu. "What..? It's in English."

"Power rings have an automatic translator feature. Otherwise a Lantern would have to learn every language spoken in their assigned Sector in order to do their job."

"That's amazing."

I give her a little frown. "They have built in faster than light travel as well."

"But it's connecting to my mind. Can it transmit whole databases?"

"E-errrr… It can transmit images, certainly. I don't think dumping an entire database into your brain would be a good idea."

"But it's translating written words. I'm actually seeing something different."

"I'm not exactly sure how it works, but I think the change happens in your visual cortex rather than your optic nerve. Your brain gets an instruction to interpret this signal as one thing rather than another. If you took a photograph of it then it would still be in French."

"There are Atlantean spells which can achieve the same effect, though translations for spoken words are easier."

Dana nods, setting the menu aside. "Aqualad, right? I've only seen pictures…"

"That is the title given to me by my king. My name is Kaldur'ahm. Please, call me Kaldur."

"Okay. Kaldur. I.. sort of assumed that Orange-" I hold my hands out to the side palms upwards and make a sad face. "-Paul would have trouble convincing anyone to talk to me."

Kaldur's eyes flick down. How.. often does he deal with surface world people outside of a professional capacity? I feel a bit bad for not really paying attention to it before now. "Speaking with you is no great burden, though I wish to make clear that there are some matters I cannot discuss."

"Oh, no problem."

"Would Madam or Sirs like anything to drink?"

We all look around at the waiter standing next to the table. "Orange juice for me, please."

Kaldur hesitates for a moment before glancing at the drinks list. "Cola, please."

"Glass of house red?" The waiter nods and heads off towards the bar. "So are you guys not supposed to drink or what?"

"Neither of us are old enough to legally drink within the State of New York."

"Seriously?"

"I'm eighteen and Kaldur's sixteen." I turn my head to look at him. "Your birthday's in July, right?"

"The Atlantean calendar is a little different, but, yes."

"I just.. kind of assumed you were older than that."

"It is a little difficult to distill alcohol in Atlantis."

"Well, yeah, I.. suppose it would be."

"In our society a person is considered to be an adult at sixteen. If we had alcoholic beverages I would be permitted to consume them."

"I can't believe the age limit is actually twenty one."

"It got changed in nineteen eight five after the National Minimum Drinking Age Act got through Congress."

"I'd have thought that if you can trust someone to act responsibly with a power ring you could probably trust them to drink responsibly."

"Does such a law not violate the twenty first Amendment to the Constitution?"

"No, because…" She looks away for a moment. "Hang on, I remember this…"

"The Act cuts off highways funding to States where the age isn't twenty one. They can have it lower if they don't mind losing the money… But it's a lot of money."

Kaldur nods. "I see."

"Can't help but wonder what would happen if they tried getting around the Second Amendment in the same way."

Dana shakes her head. "It would kill the career of anyone who tried. Oh, thank you." The waiter leans over the table and hands out our drinks. "So, how old were you both when you started?"

"Seventeen."

"It depends what you consider to be 'starting'."

"Wait a second. Should we order a starter now?" The waiter hesitates.

Kaldur returns his attention to the menu. "Did Mister Luthor recommend anything in particular?"

"He said either the grilled asparagus or the oysters." I shake my head. "I'm just going to go with the garlic mushrooms."

"I think I will have the oysters, thank you."

Dana's eyes widen. "Luthor Lex Luthor Luthor?"

"Yes, we've worked together on a few things. Are you having-?"

"Um. Asparagus?" The waiter nods and leaves the table once more. Dana returns her attention to Kaldur. "You were saying..?"

"I began training with King Orin when I was fourteen after assisting him in combat with Ocean Master. Before that I was a student at the Conservatory of Sorcery in Poseidonis."

"That's the capital city, isn't it?" He nods. "Do.. Atlanteans even.. have superheroes?"

"Not precisely, no. I was training to become a battlemage before I came to my king's attention. Had things been different I would be undergoing my first field lessons now."

I smile quietly to myself. Looks like Roy was right; give him something familiar to talk about and he opens up. Okay, so I've got just under an half an hour before Ted phones me with an emergency which requires my attention and I have to leave Kaldur in Dana's hands. Will I have time to finish the starter?

 

[Mr Zoat]

12th February
08:22 GMT -6

There's a certain ghoulish fascination to the spectacle unfolding in front of me. Having realised that Teth Adom was almost guaranteed to be the new ruler of Kahndaq when the revolution finishes and that several members of the League had pretty good relations with him, someone from the State Department put a phone call in to the Themysciran Embassy. As a result, Teth Adom is getting a lecture on the wonders of democracy.

From Captain Marvel.

"…and that's how laws get made!" He looks rather pleased with himself. "Any questions?"

Adom's not really making any facial expression at all. That's not necessarily a bad sign, that's pretty much his default for everything. But I don't think he found the argument nearly as convincing as William was aiming for. He thinks for a moment longer and then nods. "How long does that process usually take?"

"Ah, well, it can vary a lot."

He nods. "The committee stage makes sense to me. A proposal to alter national law should be reviewed by learned men." His eyes drift past me and over to the empowered Mary Bromfield who's sitting next to me. "Or women. I would have thought that there would be some difficulties in having each committee divided between two opposing political groupings, but perhaps that is to ensure that only important changes upon which there is broad agreement are made."

We're sitting in a lecture theatre on the campus of the Fawcett City college. Mary Bromfield, Frederick Freeman and I are sitting a few rows back, Adom's near the front and William is standing in the lecturer's spot, a labelled diagram of the US governmental system on the display screen behind him. The doors are locked but I can see more than a few interested faces through the glass panels.

"Oh, they can negotiate. I know having two political parties looks like it's going to jam things up but every Senator and Representative is their own person with their own constituencies. They don't just vote on party lines the whole time."

Something about that doesn't sit quite right with Adom. "Negotiate?"

"Yeah, you know. One guy wants support for his Bill and another guy wants support for his, so, they agree to vote for each other's Bills if the other guy votes for theirs."

A tiny frown. Yikes. "They… Haggle? Like traders in a market place?"

"Well…" Marvel realises that he's misstepped, his right hand going to the back of his head. "Kind of?"

"And… If they are able to agree, it is passed on to one of America's two national debate chambers. The Senate, with one hundred members and the House of Representatives, with four hundred and forty one members."

"Yeah! See, each state has two Senators but the number of Representatives depends on the number of people who live in the State they come from."

Adom takes a moment to work out how to express his concerns. He doesn't want to seem ignorant of the modern world but clearly something about American governance does not compute. "How do they ever get anything done?"

"Huh?"

On the side opposite the female member of the triumvirate Frederick Freeman leans closer to me, grinning. "How bad is it?"

"The good Captain would have been better served developing an understanding of other forms of governance rather than memorising the way the US government functions. He isn't arguing with reason, he's just presenting in the assumption that the wisdom of the system is self evident."

Mary frowns. "Can Solomon have off days?"

Looks like…

"When I ruled Kahndaq I seldom had more than four advisors during court sessions, and even they would sometimes shame themselves with bickering. One hundred men discussing a topic, where each must be seen to have their say and to respond to one another's opinions?" He slowly shakes his head. "I cannot see how such a body could decide on even the simplest matter upon which they already agree with one another, to say nothing of situations where there was genuine disagreement. And you tell me there is another body with the same function that has more than four times as many members?"

"Um…"

"And for a proposal to become law, the committee must agree with it, both chambers must not merely agree with it but formally indicate their agreement within a set span of time… And then your President must agree with it and your courts must determine that it is not in violation of your Constitution?"

"Oh, only if someone actually challenges it. And there's whole bunch of lower courts they have to go through first."

"Would it not be more wise to seek their counsel in advance so that such a time consuming process was not needed?"

"Ah, there's a bunch of lawyers who advise everyone involved the whole way through."

"But what they say is not binding until your law makers are formally challenged?"

"Um. No?"

Adom remains silent for a moment. "And I have heard of a thing called a 'filibuster'? Did I understand correctly, in that a member of one of these chambers can simply talk and talk in order to frustrate more productive debate?"

"Well, no, there're limits…"

"And this collective is not even a supreme body? Each State in turn has its own House of Representatives and Senate and Governor?"

"Of course. The splitting up of powers between different bodies is an important part of the US Constitution. It's supposed to stop any one part just doing whatever it likes."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Each of these people has persuaded a great many others that they are worthy of having power bestowed upon them. And the system is designed to then prevent them from exercising it? I understand separating administrators from judges, but this is barely controlled chaos." He turns his head around and looks up at me. "Paul, are your people governed in this way?"

"Queen Hippolyta has far more executive authority than any American President. Themyscira does have a Senate, but there are only seven elected Senators plus the High Priestess and either the Polemarch if there is one or the Guard Captain if there isn't. Of course, there's far less going on in Themyscira than there is in America."

"And in your former homeland?"

"A six hundred and fifty person elected body and a seven hundred or so person appointed body."

There's a definite twitch. "Seven.. hundred..?"

"We know it needs to get reformed. It's just that no one can agree on how."

William folds his arms across his chest. "So how did it used to work in Kahndaq?"

Adom turns back around. "I was Pharaoh. My word was law. I ruled the nation from what is now Cairo. Magistrates I appointed had the duty of making decisions on matters of law if I were occupied with other duties or if the matter under contention was not worthy of my attention. Larger towns would have their own Governors who would act in my name. In practice, unless a Governor proved particularly inept or corrupt they nominated their own successors. If I wanted to change the law I would consult with the gods and with my advisors. Having done so, if I believed that the change was a good one I would simply decree it. Much of the effort was in making the rest of the nation aware that it had been changed rather than-" He looks at the chart. "-requiring hundreds of otherwise sensible men to devote their lives to arguing the point."

William nods. "What happened if you made a bad decision?"

"Lord Zehuti guided me. If a decision I made was poor then I could be comforted by the knowledge that no other had a greater breadth of knowledge than I. There would have been no one able to make a better decision. But, by the end of my rule I had over a century of experience myself. I did not err significantly or often."

"And you didn't have to worry about proving your legitimacy when you so clearly had the gods' favour."

"Yes. Of course."

William looks at his predecessor and breathes out. "This is going to take a while, isn't it?"

 

[Mr Zoat]

12th February
08:38 GMT -6

"…why I have tried to ensure that people who do understand the modern age are there to tutor me. That does not mean that I wish to confuse…"

I lean back in my chair and do my best to tune Adom and William out. "You two really have nothing better to do on a Saturday?"

Frederick raises his eyebrows. "You really have nothing better to do on a Saturday? New York's probably finished your last cake by now."

I nod to myself. "How long have you been saving that one?"

"About a month."

"Nice to know you're using the Wisdom of Solomon for something productive."

"I got my homework done before we came out. And we can't really do much else until the Captain finishes."

"I think he's interesting." Mary's still looking down at Adom. "I don't think I've ever really heard anyone argue against democracy before."

"I was wondering. Since you two don't age up like he does, how come you don't leave your powers on all the time?"

Frederick looks a little uncomfortable. "I'm paralyzed below the waist. I couldn't fake not being able to use my legs."

"I can probably fix that."

His eyes widen. "Really?"

"Sure. You'll need to be able to lie to people about.. getting some sort of experimental stem cell treatment, but.. yeah."

Mary looks around, frowning. "Why not do it to everyone?"

I nod. "There's a few reasons. The big one is that I can't. Orange rings-."

"Work on avarice. I know."

"I can fudge it. A lot. I have to, really. But when you get right down to it, if I don't want a thing for me, I can't do it. You wear a funny costume and my brain decides that you're part of my ingroup. If I…" I look at Frederick. "Do you go to some sort of support group?" He nods. "I could probably use my desire for Human perfection to heal some of them. Maybe all of them. But after a while I wouldn't be able to keep going." The Metro Narrows Bridge appears in my mind's eye once more. "I've had that happen to me before. And then you've got more societal level reasons; if someone with a power ring turns up to fix people whenever they're ill, why would anyone learn medicine?"

Mary doesn't seem to like it, but she reluctantly nods. "And they'd all be dependent on you."

Frederick nods down towards Adom. "He doesn't have a problem with making everyone dependent on him."

"He ruled Kahndaq for over a century while doing his duty as the wizard's champion. I'd assume that he thought that either he wasn't going to die or that the gods would pick his successor."

Mary looks thoughtful. "How do we even know he was a good ruler? He's sort of our only source of information about that whole period."

"Did you try asking the wizard?"

"The Captain did. He didn't want to talk about it."

"I suppose we can't know for sure. That said, he spent several weeks with Wonder Woman and she's got a built in lie detector. If he was lying about how things were during his rule I think she'd have said something to burst his bubble."

"Still. I'm kinda suspicious of anyone who wants to set themselves up as a king."

"Remind me again who your wisdom comes from?"

He frowns. "King Solomon. You said-." Then he glares at me.

"A king and autocrat, certainly not democratically inclined. And if the Bible is to be believed actually not all that wise."

Mary shakes her head. "I've never really been sure if it literally comes from him, or the idea of him?"

"I always thought the wizard was stuck for someone to be the 'S'. All of the gods who gave Adom power are Kahndaqi gods, right? Gods he actually worshipped?" I nod. "And we got-" Frederick counts off on his fingers. "-a Jewish king, the Roman name for a Greek demigod, a Greek Titan, the Greek god who led them when they overthrew the Titans, another Greek demigod and a Roman god. And I'm pretty sure I don't worship any of them."

"Didn't the wizard explain it?"

"No. I mean, what if it only works because he doesn't know it doesn't make sense? I don't want to ruin this."

"You're being ridiculous."

"You explain it, then."

"No, I mean, the names don't make sense to me either but I don't think the magic only works because the wizard doesn't realize that."

"While we're on the subject of nonsensical names, I was wondering something. Why is Captain Marvel called Captain Marvel?"

Looks like Frederick never really thought about it. "What should he be called?"

"Why not 'Shazam'?"

"Nah, that sounds stupid. And he wouldn't be able to say his own name without transforming! Can you imagine it? 'Hello, my name's Shazam', then 'BOOM'!"

"So..?"

"I guess.. it's 'Marvel' because he's, you know, marvelous?"

"And Captain because he's your team captain?"

"Ah… Yeah."

Now, I know perfectly well what the two of them call themselves. Frederick goes by the moniker 'Lieutenant Marvel' and Mary by 'Sergeant Marvel'. I have no idea why. I know that in the comics Frederick had to refer to himself as 'CM3' because if he said 'Captain Marvel Three' he transformed before he finished saying it, but… Lieutenant? Really? I mean, Kid Marvel or Marvel Boy would have been better than that. And don't even get me started on 'Sergeant'. I've been weighing up whether or not to try and persuade them to change them and they've both demonstrated that the Wisdom of Solomon has effectively made them mature enough that I won't need to feel too bad about doing so.

"So what do the two of you call yourselves?"

Frederick grins. "Lieutenant Marvel."

"And… What are you a Lieutenant of?" He looks blank and I glance at Mary and then back to him. "Are you.. second in command?"

Mary shakes her head emphatically. "No."

"Ahhh… Well… The thing is-."

I turn to Mary. "And what about you? Colonel Marvel? Major Marvel? Corporal Marvel?"

I can see her thinking frantically. "I.. figured.. there were a lot of girls called 'Mary' so I decided I'd just call myself 'Mary Marvel'."

Frederick stares at her. "Oh, you so totally-."

There's a loud banging on the door to the lecture theatre, then a tall and heavily built blonde man shoves his way through. "Oi, M-" He hesitates for a half second upon seeing Adom but ploughs on anyway. "-arvel. We got a problem."

 

[Mr Zoat]

12th February
08:42 GMT -6

William turns towards him, changing mental gears almost immediately. "What is it, Chief?"

Frederick and Mary both fly directly upwards out of their seats before heading down towards the front of the lecture theatre and landing just behind William. Adom looks momentarily uncertain. The chair he's sitting on is fixed in place with a small writing surface attached to the left arm. Around us he didn't really worry about the lack of dignity such a simple seat provided but with the room invaded by a stranger that appears to no longer be the case. He can't fly up without damaging it, he can't walk around it without looking awkward… He's opting to lean back and wait for events to unfold.

I just lean forwards slightly. I don't really know how things work in Fawcett City. It doesn't surprise me that William has good relations with the local police given his general demeanour and the threat level of the people he fights. Giant robots, mind control caterpillars and satanic supermen are three things no sane police force wants to have to deal with.

"It's a bad one." Chief… Ring? Chief McGinnis stands slightly closer than I would consider polite to William. They're actually about the same height. The Chief's a big guy. "Some guy down in Satin Spring reported a bad smell coming from a storm drain. A couple of uniforms checked it out. Lost their lunch."

Out of the corner of my eye I watch Adom extricate himself while the room's attention is elsewhere.

"Has someone been murdered?"

"Yeah." McGinnis nods. "But that's not the worst of it. They were mutilated. Whoever did it took the time to draw all over the walls with their blood." William straightens slightly, shock showing on his face. "We're still waiting for IDs, but I don't think they were local. They don't match anyone on our missing persons database."

"We'll do whatever we can to help."

McGinnis nods. "I know you will."

I transition down. "What were the drawings?"

I get a quick frown and another dismissal. "Weird diagrams and.. writing. Looked.. maybe.. Arabic? To me? But I'm not an expert."

Frederick glances at William and then back to McGinnis. "Timothy Karnes is still in prison, isn't he?"

"Still locked up, still muzzled and still inside that magic circle you guys drew after last time. Whoever this is, it isn't him."

William nods. "We'll get over there right away. Come on, guys." He heads towards the door at a jog with Frederick and Mary close at his heels.

McGinnis turns to follow them, then stops when he notices that I'm not following. "What, not joining in?"

Adom floats alongside me. "Strange writings drawn in blood suggests either foul magics or a deranged mind. I am more familiar with both possibilities than the wizard's current champions. With your permission, I will accompany Captain Marvel."

McGinnis sizes him up for a moment. "You're really not like that other guy. Eh, if Marvel says you're okay then you're okay with me."

"If it is Magic… I'm going to see if John's available."

"Hey. Who's 'John'?"

Best dealing with out of their depth public servant smile on. "John Constantine, my.. advisor on magic. He's either seen or knows someone who's seen everything we could run into. If I could just show him pictures of-."

"Fine. But he stays outside the police cordon unless he's being escorted."

Oh. That was painless. I guess Chief McGinnis hasn't heard of John before.

Adom's eyes narrow slightly. "You realise, if it is magic, it is unlikely that there will be only one. If these murders were an end in themselves we would already be observing the consequences."

I nod. "Yes, and I doubt we'll find much at the site itself. I can start scanning the city when I get back."

Adom nods and floats as fast as dignity allows towards the door. In William's wake the students have reappeared, blocking his exit off. "Excuse me." He waits, arms crossed across his chest as they organise themselves in backing off before going through the door and accelerating after the Marvels.

I raise my left hand to my ear. Ring, contact John Constantine.

Compliance.

I hear John's dial tone. Hm-hm-hmm.

"This guy a superhero?"

"No."

"Priest?"

"No, just an unusually well travelled magician."

"I'm asking because if this is a magic thing I've got to phone the local Catholic Bishop and see if they've got anyone in the area who can help. That going to be a problem?"

"Shouldn't think s-."

The dial tone stops. "Afternoon, mate."

"Good morning, John. I've got a messy and possibly arcane murder I'd like you to take a look at. Are you available?"

"Errr… Let me just-." I hear a giggle. "Get… Stop that." Nice to know that he's bounced back. "Can you, like, give… Give me a couple a'-."

"I'll have a look around the crime scene. Wave a rune stone around."

"Yeah, you-. Oi! Aw!"

"Five minutes, John."

"I'll be-. Hey! That-!" The phone cuts off.

I lower my left hand. Maybe I should make that ten minutes. Ring, scan 'Satin Springs' area for a police cordon.

Located.

I transition to just outside the cordon, near a police car and just out of line of sight of the curious locals. They must have moved pretty quickly to contact us before the press arrived. Alright, time for work. I float off the ground a few centimetres and then take my armour out of subspace. Not power armour; this isn't a fight as yet and storm drains aren't usually all that big. After Zauriel wrecked my last set I've been thinking about what to do with the design. Do I make it bigger, have a flying mech sort of thing? Or go the other way and slim down? Mithril and orichalcum would let me have all of the resilience of the current design with much less mass. And do I want to use enchantments as part of the design? I'm a little concerned about maintenance on magic as I can't do it myself. In any case, my brain trust won't be able to get the maximum value from their combined expertise for a while yet.

I step out into the open as the Marvels come in to land and a police sergeant walks over to greet them. "Captain Marvel! Am I glad you're here!"

William nods. "Always here when Fawcett's finest need me."

"You'll want to see… Them, I suppose."

William's face falls slightly. "Not really, but I think I need to." He glances back at Frederick and Mary. "Guys, I think you should probably stay up here."

Frederick shakes his head. "We've seen bodies before."

The sergeant looks down for a moment. "Not like this you haven't, lad."

Adom nods. "I would be reluctant to expose children to this sort of violence."

Mary lays her right hand on Frederick's left shoulder. "We'll stay up here. You can tell us anything we need to know."

"Thanks." William gives his friends a thin smile and then follows the sergeant towards the manhole cover.

 

[Mr Zoat]

12th February
08:49 GMT -6

"Good Lord."

William keeps his breakfast down, but his face noticeably pales as he regards the scene. Adom just narrows his eyes for a moment. He's certainly seen worse in his time. For myself, there's no real connection to the bodies attached to the walls. Intellectually I realise that what has been done to them is horrific but my empathy is.. just a little nudge in the back of my mind. It isn't controlling my reaction. A little way along I can see the pile of vomit where one of the discovering officers had a somewhat stronger response.

So… Clinical. "Two male and one female bodies. Metal spikes driven through their wrists and legs and into the brickwork beyond are keeping them attached to the walls. Could indicate more than Human strength but it could also indicate some sort of pneumatic spike driver. Or just someone with a hammer and a lot of patience. Not a great deal of blood around the wounds, strongly suggesting that they were killed elsewhere and brought here."

Adom nods as I step a little closer. Don't really want to use the ring to scan them until I know for certain that it wouldn't disrupt any arcane elements. "Their chest cavities have been sliced down the middle and their ribs pulled slightly apart. Cause of death.. probably exsanguination. Either from the wounds to the neck or where the heart was removed… Given the damage to the surrounding tissue, probably ripped out."

"Ohshit." One of the officers who was waiting down here puts his right hand over his mouth and staggers up the storm drain away from us.

"The pose is vaguely crucifixional but I shouldn't read too much into that at this stage. In addition to the heart, the eyeballs, testicles and ovaries have been removed, though the penis and womb are still in situ. Eyeballs may have been removed to hamper identification efforts, but given the other injuries ritual or superstition seem more likely. Fingers… Intact, so identification by fingerprints should still be possible." A brown mottling of the skin draws my attention. I run my eyes over the bodies once more. "Bruising around the wrists, ankles and necks suggests that they were bound for a period of time before their deaths, indicating premeditation and organisation." In fact… Not just bruising, there are cuts as well. "Subjects appear to have struggled against the bindings hard enough to cut their skin. Otherwise, ancillary injuries are almost nonexistent."

The other policeman tears his eyes away from the bodies to look at me. "You, ah… You a CSI guy?"

"Batman gives lessons. We visited the Gotham City police morgue once." I step back a little. "And a jolly good time was had by all." Wallace and M'gann didn't cope particularly well. "The writing… Blood on brick isn't a good combination for legibility. Editing where it's just dribbled down… 'Their souls shall be bound in eternity…'" The next bit's illegible already. "'Chorus of screaming prayers to.. King Asmodeus.'"

Adom begins muttering a prayer to Nephthys.

William reluctantly walks forwards and takes a look. "That's written in Avestan."

"Mostly. There's a lot of loan words." I take a rune stone out of one of my armour's pockets and hold it out. Weak glow. "Some sort of ritual was either performed here or.. with them. I don't think there's anything ongoing."

The police officer makes an effort to pull himself together. "So can we take them down? Or at least cover them up or something?"

"Probably, but I wouldn't rush to do anything."

Adom joins us in examining the writing, floating off the ground. "The rest praises the Demon's virtues. And the joys that can be found by following him." He turns to the policeman. "Ensure that no one else who understands this looks upon it. Take what images you need and then burn it from the walls."

"That ain't.. really my call to make."

He frowns. "I have seen good men corrupted by such texts, their minds turned-."

"Mighty One. There's hardly anyone in the country who could read it even if they wanted to and none of them live in Fawcett City." He hesitates for a moment and then gives me a small nod.

William looks at me. "Asmodeus is one of the Demons who powers Sabbac. I know the Chief said he was still in prison, but do you think he could be involved?"

I shrug. "Mister Karnes is hardly the only one who can worship Demons." Wait, don't I..? There was a second Sabbac in the comics, wasn't there? "Did you ever find out how he attracted their attention?"

"After his parents died he got adopted by some people who turned out to be members of a Demon worshipping cult. They said that he was a descendant of the guy who founded it."

Adom nods. "It is almost a pity they are dead. Putting them to the question might provide us with useful insights."

William shakes his head. "No, they're not dead. They're just in prison."

Adom's eyes widen slightly. "You let..? No, no, I understand. It is not your decision. The fault lies with the hundreds of people who should have ensured that your laws made sense."

"But this does mean that we can question them. We're probably going to need to talk to Mister Karnes as well."

William thinks for a moment. "We can probably talk to the cult guys, but I don't think they'll let us take Timothy's muzzle off. Sabbac's just too dangerous."

"I can attach a construct to his brain, let him speak without risking him transforming again."

"That could work. I'll need to talk to some people to get it set up."

"I'll go and fetch John Constantine. There's a chance he can work out whatever ritual was used even if the cultists can't be persuaded to help."

William nods, and we both turn away from the remains to head back towards the manhole.

"Orange Lantern." I stop and look back at Adom. "If we must fight another Sabbac, it would be helpful to me if I could have access to Justice League records."

"I don't have that authority, but-" I take a tablet out of subspace and load it with records -written and live recordings- of Sabbac's two rampages to date. "-this is what we've got on him." He nods, takes hold of it and with the air of someone still quite unfamiliar with the technology pokes at it. He can use computers but it will be a very long time before he's completely happy with them.

I turn away and follow William to the rungs set into the wall. He bends his knees slightly as a prelude to flying up, then hesitates. "That can't happen, can it?"

"What?"

"These people were horribly murdered. The writing said that they went to hell… That was a lie, right?"

"Depends."

"But if they lived good lives-."

"We don't know that they did. It's perfectly possible that whoever did this chose them because he or she knew that they would go to hell anyway. And… There are magics that can send souls to places they shouldn't go. It's not impossible…"

"That's disgusting."

"Yes, it is. Why did you think Adom hates Shazam so much?"

His eyes widen slightly, then he looks away. "It's not the same. He didn't just do it because he enjoyed it. I heard Green Lantern talk about Sinestro; the Wizard thought Adom was heading in the same direction and that would have been a disaster."

"If he really thought that, I understand killing him. But why did he bind his soul to his corpse?"

"I don't know. But I'm not going to worry about it while there's a murderer loose in my city." He flies upwards towards daylight and I follow after him.

 

[Mr Zoat]

12th February
09:43 GMT -6

John peers through the bars at Mister Karnes. "Well… You're a miserable lookin' sod, aren't you?"

From his stool in his cell Mister Karnes glowers back. I don't really remember him from the comics but he certainly doesn't cut a very imposing figure here. Short, skinny and bald, the heavy metal collar and constant red-eyed glare make for an almost comical contrast. Under the light orange prison shirt covering his chest there's a burn in the shape of a pentagram where his adoptive parents branded him.

What sort of complete bastard would do this to a twelve year old?

"Ah, Mister Constantine?" William doesn't quite raise his hand to ask, but I see his right twitch for a moment. "Is this really necessary?"

"'Fraid so." He gets out a cigarette. "Those people were posed after bein' ritually sacrificed. By someone who knows their business an' all. No easy way to track it back to them. Could try summonin' up their souls but if Asmodeus got them -an' he probably did- that'd mean pickin' a fight with him. Don't know about you, but I've had all the fights with Hell Kings I want, thank you very much."

A woman in a suit narrows her eyes at him. "This is a no smoking zone, sir."

"I can hold it, can't I? Land of the sodding free my arse.." He raises his hand and moves it between his fingers for a moment, just to get a rise out of her. "What're you here for, anyway?"

"Timothy Karnes has no next of kin. I'm here to act on his behalf."

"Oh yeah? Where were you two years ago?"

She stiffens. "I wasn't involved in the decision to put Timothy in the care of.. those people. But I've seen the case review documents. Do you really think he'd have been put there if there was any sign that-. That they would subject him to Satanistic abuse?"

"First place I'd look for the culprit, actually." She breathes in sharply but John's already focusing on the circle around Mister Karnes' cell. Well, call it what it is: his cage. "Marvel, you do the design on the floor yourself?"

"Yeah. I didn't design it, but I copied the design just right."

"Did a good job." He looks at me and nods at Mister Karnes. "Alright then; plug him in."

The woman steps forwards a bit, though she's careful to stay outside the circle. "Mister Karnes, these people want to ask you some questions." I can see him grinning under the metal collar. "They're going to use a device that will let you speak without using your mouth." The grin disappears.

John edges towards me as Mister Karnes focuses on her. "Any chance you could copy the design on the floor and project it around me?" I nod. "Nice one."

"Excuse me, ma'am." William politely waits until she… Ring, what's her name? Sharon Glover, right. Until Mrs Glover steps out of the way. "Timothy, do you remember me?" A jerky nod. "Timothy, we think that some of the people who did this to you might still be free. Now, I don't want anyone else to go through what you went through and I don't believe for a moment that you do either."

John shakes his head. "Not going to work."

"What makes you so sure?"

"He can't get at the power any more but the Demons left their grubby fingerprints all over his soul. You can't touch hell without it rubbin' off on you. Amazin' he can think clearly at all, really."

"If there's anything, anything at all you can tell us at all about them, about anyone we missed when we arrested them, it would be a great help." There's a sort of gurgling sound from Mister Karnes. William looks at me and shrugs. "I guess you better hook him up."

No real way to avoid the construct passing through the circle. I.. think it's just designed to block one type of magic, if I'm recognising the design properly. But I'm sure Shazam knows rather more about it than I do. Karnes looks at the glowing filaments as they approach. He doesn't look scared, more.. annoyed that anyone would dare intrude on him in this way. Right, connect to voice box. Ring, remember to edit out anything involving the word 'Sabbac'. Change it to 'kittens' or something.

Compliance.

The speaker construct hangs in the air next to him. He looks at it for a moment and then leaps excitedly to his feet. "Kittens!" He freezes for a second. "Kittens! Kittens!"

"That's not going to work."

"When I get my power back I WILL END YOU."

William looks down for a moment, but then rallies. "The ones who did this to you are killing people, Timothy. I just came from looking at the bodies."

"Good. They will work to free me and then you will suffer."

John walks across the circle towards the bars. I put the runic construct he requested at his feet. "Hello Timmy. My name's John Constantine." No reaction. "Oh, fuck me, someone messin' round with Demons who hasn't heard of me." He turns back to his audience. "What were the chances of that?"

"What do you want?"

John jabs the cigarette in his direction. "See, Timmy, the thing about Demons… They're not exactly sentimental. Sitting in here, you're not doing anything for them."

"They can't use anyone else. My bloodline is special. Human and Demon both."

John nods. "Funny story. Few years ago now I had to make a deal with Nergal. The Angels were up to something and we both wanted them stopped. Him bein' a Demon, he couldn't get anywhere near the place they were doin' the ritual. But I could. Problem bein'-" John takes out a lighter and plays the flame over the end of his cigarette. "-I'd 'ad seven shades of shit knocked out of me and was in no state to fix anything. So…" He takes a drag. "Nergal cut open his arm and poured a pint or two of his blood into my drip. With that in my system everything healed up in a few hours."

"No!"

"Not that hard to get hold of Demon blood. Hell,-" He turns his head to the side and exhales smoke. "-might even be worth givin' the whole 'Sabbac' thing a shot meself. No way I'm gettin' into Heaven. I mean, Asmodeus favours lust as a tool of corruption. You're twelve! I'm sure he'd-."

"It won't work! I'm special!"

John glares at him at full intensity. "Someone's tryin' t' replace you. You're in prison, we don't know where they are and the Demons don't care. You're out on your arse, mate."

Mister Karnes' eyes widen. "No!"

"Only chance you got is to start helping." Karnes turns away from John. He can't hide as his cell permits him no privacy at all but it looks like he's trying to pretend John isn't there. "If you help out, there's a chance that you might get the power back at some point. Don't, and someone else will. Maybe me, maybe someone who's going t' make them wonder why they ever bothered with a useless.. lump.. like.. you."

Mister Karnes bends, chest pressing against his legs and arms over his head. "Nghuuuuhuuuuh."

"'Course, if you did find out who it was, that would mean they're even more useless than you are. They'll dump them even faster than they dumped you." John pauses for a moment, frowning. "Craeteis, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belial, Aym and.. Satan, wasn't it? Got to be a couple o' them I haven't pissed off yet."

"Satanus." Mister Karnes straightens up slightly, still looking away. "He said that his name was Satanus."

"Oh yeah? Answers my next question I suppose."

"I hate you. I hate everything. Everyone. And the only thing I can remember before hating is being afraid. If I could I would kill you, kill everyone in this city… Rampage across the world leaving fire and devastation in my wake. But for now I will START WITH WHOEVER IS STEALING MY POWER!"

 

[Mr Zoat]

12th February
10:23 GMT -6

Frederick looks through the security glass at the ritual space. "Are you guys sure this is safe?"

John shrugs. "Safe as we can make it." They turn around as I approach. "Any news?"

I nod. "I found one other location. Looked like it was slightly older. Same.. sort of thing."

"Which-?"

"Beelzebub."

John nods. "They're still arguing about letting him out. I mean, if whoever this is thinks they can get him with five superheroes standing right there then I don't see why they'd bother sneaking around with the rest of it."

"Anything else happening?"

"McGinnis phoned the Bishop, which means in a couple of weeks we might get someone who actually knows-."

"So pessimistic, Mister Constantine." Father Mattias strolls into the room from the corridor to our right. "In situations like this, where there is proven diabolic interest, we have a way to bypass the normal bureaucracy."

"Father Mattias. Nice to see you again."

He smiles beneficently at me. "And you as well, Paul. My sister sends her regards. Though I'm afraid that she's taken to crediting God with acting through you rather than thanking your snake."

John rolls his eyes. "Never an Alexin around when you need one."

Mattias' smile fades slightly. "It seems to me that the Alexins'.. muscular approach is not what is required here."

Frederick looks lost. "Who are the Alexins?"

John smiles the smug smile of someone who knows that someone they don't like is about to have to say something they'd rather have kept quiet about. "You want to tell him, or..?"

"The Closed Order of the Alexins are an order of Demon hunting warrior monks."

Frederick frowns. "I didn't think the Catholic Church had anything like that until the Second Vatican Council."

"We.. used to. They were declared excommunicate a little over four hundred years ago and violently persecuted until they found sanctuary with King James the First of England."

John's eyebrows rise slightly. "Huh. Actually a bit impressed you said that. Usually your lot are a whole lot more cagey about the whole thing."

"I prefer to take inspiration from His Holiness Pope Leo the Fourteenth. When the Church does wrong it is the responsibility of all of its servants to confront it openly. And the continued good service of the Alexin to the Anglican Communion is a clear sign that they were ill used."

"Never did finish his pilgrimage, did he?"

"And no doubt you are now eager to inform me that his successor chose not to continue it in his place. I know, Mister Constantine. The Pilgrimage of Repentance was an act of great piety but it was completely impractical for the head of the Church to spend years walking to the home of every victim. Though, had his heart been a little stronger, I am sure that he would have tried."

"But getting back to the job at hand…"

Father Mattias nods. "I take it that you could not simply.. detect…"

I shake my head. "Ring scans are easy to fool with magic. I have a more advanced technique, but that could take days to come up with anything."

"Prison records say that the only visitor Timmy had while he was here was his foster brother, Frederick Freeman." John looks at me while Frederick himself starts to look a little uncomfortable. "Think it's worth following up on?"

"No, I… Spoke to him earlier. Mister Karnes only became involved in the demonic after he was handed over to the cultists. Frederick knew him before that. Frederick's natural parents were fostering Mister Karnes up until they were murdered."

Father Mattias nods. "A truly lamentable situation. Mister Constantine, I would appreciate it if you would take the time to explain the magics you have used to me."

"Need to know what setting to put your hexing hammer on?"

"Mister Constantine, I am trying to help a badly damaged boy. I am willing to give you whatever assurances you want. Please, your hostility towards me is not going to help anyone."

"John..?"

There's a momentary look of truculence on his face, then he nods his head to the side. "Fine. You actually know anything about magic?"

"I doubt that my practical experience is anything like as comprehensive as yours, but I am competent enough to recognise my own ignorance."

"Alright, come on then. I'll show you what I've done." He nods to the corridor leading towards where we're holding Mister Karnes and the two of them head off in that direction.

Frederick watches them go, breathing out only once they pass out of sight. "Thanks for cov-" I erect a sound baffle. "-ering for me."

"No problem. I just hope he didn't see a picture; your appearance doesn't change at all."

"Where are the others?"

"The Captain, Adom and Mary are flying a search pattern. According to Adom you should be able to feel magic, at least when you get close enough."

He nods. "Yeah, Captain Marvel said Adom was teaching him how to use our powers better. I know I should.. join in…"

"You wanted to be here for Mister Karnes."

"He didn't use to be like this. If this works…" He looks away and shuffles his feet. "Maybe he won't be afterwards."

"That's a bit optimistic."

He smiles. "I try never to give up on people. And Mom and Dad wouldn't want me to give up on him."

I nod. "I don't think he's in any fit state to appreciate you being here… But I respect what you're doing."

What now? I've already checked the storm drain system. Checking the whole city with optical constructs is beyond me without fully merging with the Ophidian. Though… The police have released a statement about what is going on. They skipped the goriest details, but the press are eagerly awaiting any more information. If I asked the police to put the word out ahead of time to keep panic to a minimum, would the Praexis be able to sniff it out? Worth trying.

William already sent a message to Batman about what's happening. They decided that bringing in the whole League at this point would be unproductive. Nabu might be useful but he's decided to absent himself from the Watchtower and turn off his communicator. If we need heavy duty magic…

"What's the normal process for contacting Shazam?"

"He calls us. The way to get into his base changes each time we go there, and… It takes a lot out of him. Mostly, we take care of things without him."

I nod. I don't really want to call in the team. Batman made it clear that we -as a group- are supposed to keep a low profile until the media interest in the group that dealt with the LexCorp situation has died down a little. The fallback position involves the older members of the group making a public appearance and that would be pretty awkward for Kon.

The sound of feet running down the corridor causes us both to look around as a policeman hurries in. "Lieutenant Marvel, Orange Lantern?" Who else are we going to-? "They've found another one."

 

[Mr Zoat]

12th February
10:38 GMT -6

Chief McGinnis looks at me warily. "Didn't think you people needed guns."

I work the lever on the Ace of Winchesters. "Most of us don't need them. Superman -for example- has a capital ship grade infrared laser built into each eyeball. I carry a power ring which is capable of destruction beyond the fever dreams of most Khundians. This, is a tool of Demon fighting. In testing we steered away from summoning the really major Demons -including Sabbac's traditional sponsors- but nothing else survived more than one hit." I open the breech and feed in the four rounds that are all it can take at one time. Shouldn't need more than that… Sephtian had a brief look at adding some sort of expanded magazine coming out of the top but he's not sure what that would do to the magics which make the gun so useful. I decided that it probably wasn't worth pursuing.

"What happens if you miss?"

"Muzzle speed and calibre aren't anything special and it uses normal rounds. If I hit someone, there's a special effect only if they're lousy with demonic magic." Turns out that it doesn't do all that much to Elementals. A hit -if they're tangible- disrupts their avatar but doesn't do much to their core self. Also, I need to avoid Silt Elementals from now on.

An image appears in my head. Chubbs has found something of interest. Having two sites didn't really help much but with three… The first thing we all thought to do was draw a circle with them on the perimeter. Depending on the exact design whoever is doing this is using there are a variety of combinations of location, but… This is Fawcett, not Gotham. I don't think you could hide a full pentagram design's worth of bodies and they're only trying to please six Demons.

Chubbs is just about intelligent enough to recognise Human corpses but he doesn't understand writing. If I wanted to read what it's seeing I'd have to go there myself. The state of the bodies… Taken apart, tissues separated out. "They've found the site for Aym."

"Shit." Chief McGinnis shakes his head. "I'll send some guys to secure the site. You.. sure you're alright..?"

"It doesn't really affect me."

"I've had guys say that before…"

"Well… If I freak out you can say I told you so."

"Look, I'm not trying to make this a macho pissing match. We're going to be sending everyone who saw those bodies to the counsellors. I'm going to be going."

"I appreciate what you're saying, but I'm fine."

"Alright." He picks a pen up from his desk and makes another cross on the map. Five of them, equidistant around a circle. "Which one was Aym?"

"Indestructible body."

"So, if it's worked then the guy's got indestructibility, flight, fire control, 'evil courage' and 'evil wisdom'. You got any idea what 'evil wisdom' is?"

"I'd guess that he'd be able to instinctively understand any technique that could be used for evil. Like.. how to torture people?" Or make biological weapons..? I still don't really get what 'evil' is as far as magic is concerned. Whether it would be concerned with the application of a thing or the nature of the thing. If whoever it is just gets a dollop of knowledge straight from a Demon then bearing in mind what John told me about Demons and modernity we probably don't have to worry about them doing anything really clever.

"Let's just assume it means he's smart. This isn't the time for a philosophical argument. Okay." He taps the pen in the middle of the circle. "We've got all four Marvels hanging around the center of this circle. Seen nothing so far."

"What's there?"

"Depends how big an area we're talking about. Far as we can tell, dead center is a multi story parking lot. Whoever this is, they need to do something to earn Satan's favor."

"Satanus' favour."

"What's the difference?"

"Satan doesn't exist, Satanus does. Real names are important when dealing with Demons. 'Satan' is who every single Demon claims to be when an idiot who doesn't know what they're doing summons them. 'Yes, I'm totally Satan, you should sell me your soul right now.'"

"Heh."

The door to his office is opened from the outside and a detective walks in with a file. "Chief, we've got IDs on the first few victims. All of them had missing person reports."

"Where they from?"

"Looks like Saskatchewan."

"Ah, hell." He pauses for a moment as he realises what he just said, then dismisses it. "Orange Lantern, you've got my authorization to take Karnes and your wizards into the area. Whatever they were planning, I want it stopped. I'd like whoever did this taken alive but don't take any dumb risks. This is a gun friendly state for a reason."

"And just as soon as the United States government starts issuing in situ death warrants for supervillains I'll be happy to execute them. As it is the Justice League requires me to strenuously try to keep them alive."

"Hey, if someone wants to pass laws like that they'd have my vote."

Yours and probably quite a few other people's as well. "Right… If you'll excuse me."

"Go on. I need to make a call to the Canadian embassy."

Gun in hand I transition to the air above the car park. Adom spots me first, acknowledging me with a nod. First things first. I hold out my left hand and release all of my Praexis Demons, making a little effort to pull Fatty and Chubbs back from their search. Disturbingly fat demonic dwarfs tumble from the ring before stabilising in the air and spreading outwards in accordance with my wishes.

Next, I raise the ring to my ear. "Contact John."

The phone rings for a second before he picks it up. "We on?"

"Yes." I wave my right hand to attract William's attention. He nods and heads downwards. "Marvel's heading your way now. The rest of us will stay airborne. Shout if you need us."

"Don't need to remind me to do that."

"Sure you don't want the Ace with you?"

"Don't have a lot of experience with guns. Look, this whole thing has 'supervillain' written all over it. When we go in there either nothing's going to happen or the sky's going to darken and all the forces a' hell are going to be let loose."

"All of them?"

"No, but they could get a bunch of little Demons. Still do a lot of damage. You need to stay up high and keep an eye out. Marvel's taken Sabbac down before on his own and Mattias an' me can deal with the magic stuff."

"Alright. Good luck." I move the ring away from my ear as Mary, Frederick and Adom float my way. "They're moving in now." I look down and magnify my view. Karnes is wearing his collar with an added straitjacket. He's walking a little way ahead of William, with John and Mattias further back. Behind them a police cordon is in place to keep interested civilians away. The local SWAT unit is on hand but they know full well that they aren't equipped to deal with the sorts of things the Marvel family fight. Things will have to have gone very badly before they get involved.

I've already scanned the whole building, both with regular scan and with optical sensors. It all just looks like a hurriedly evacuated car park to me. Just have to wait to see what the magic users can find out.

 

[Mr Zoat]

12th February
10:42 GMT -6

"It does not surprise me that Satanus is the ringleader." Adom glances at me for a moment before going back to studying the ground far below us. "He was always intelligent and strong willed."

Mary looks curious. "You knew him from before?"

"Yes. His sister was a-" A hesitation of a fraction of a second. Interesting. "-friend of mine."

"Demons have families?"

"I am not certain that he is truly a Demon. I know that his mother was, but the Wizard was his father."

Wait, what?

"No way."

That gets her a glance and a slightly raised left eyebrow. "I would not lie on such a matter."

"No, I'm not saying you're lying, it's just… I can't imagine him…"

"He was not always the old man you have met. Once, long even before he met me, he was a vigorous and powerful warrior. Hm, and clearly one not untroubled by mankind's baser nature."

"Anything you remember about Satanus would be very helpful."

"On the few occasions I had cause to treat with him, he wore simple armour and robes of white cloth. That may have been an acknowledgement of his father's status. The proportions of his body are Human, his skin is a red-brown colour and he usually wears a helm that covers his head." Adom shakes his head. "But, it has been long since I have spoken with him. His appearance may have changed in the intervening time."

"I'm assuming that he was fairly powerful."

"Yes, and I would assume that he has grown more powerful still."

Mary's eyes widen. "You mean the reason he can give power to Sabbac is because he learned it from the Wizard?"

Adom nods. "I believe it is so. Blaze -his sister- showed a considerable understanding of the process. When he first approached me, the Wizard presumed to offer me the power of the gods who empowered him. Since they were not my gods I at first refused. It was Blaze who suggested that the Kahndaqi gods might be willing to provide equivalent power. She also accompanied me on my pilgrimage to the great temples of each of the gods whose power I bear."

Something appears to occur to Frederick. "Didn't the Wizard talk to your gods before that?"

"Not so far as I am aware."

"'Cause I was wondering… When you two fell out… Why didn't he just turn off your power?" Adom looks a little puzzled. "The Captain can turn off mine, the Wizard can turn off his…" Comprehension dawns. "I don't think he'd have fought you if he didn't have to. I think he didn't turn off your powers because he couldn't."

"Because he was not the one who mediated the exchange. The power flows directly from my gods." Adom nods. "I do not know that it is true, but there is a logic to it."

"You lot still up there?" Adom looks to the side for a moment before appearing to remember his earpiece.

"Yes, John. Anything to report?"

"I dunno, mate. Feels like there's something here. This place wasn't built on some sort of Indian burial ground or something, was it?"

Mary looks offended. "No."

"John, if there's something there it isn't anything I can detect. Captain Marvel?"

"I was trying to do that 'focusing on the Power of Zeus' thing Adom showed me." The ghost of a smile flickers on Adom's lips. "Maybe I'm just doing it wrong."

"It takes time to master, Captain. Perhaps when I entertain you in Shiruta-."

"Wait." There's concern in Father Mattias' voice. "John, did you feel-?"

A cloud of sulphurous smoke explodes outwards from the car park! Shit, no, don't just transfer in. Accelerate. Scan. Not getting anything. Beam. A bar of orange projects towards the cloud, which is maintaining a set distance from the car park's exterior walls. Or am I just thinking too fast for the spread to be noticeable? Next to me Adom's muscles tense as he gets ready to dive in. The beam… It keeps going through the cloud past the point where the wall should be. What does that remind me-? The water near the hell portal in London.

And that's when the Demons erupt from the cloud. The first wave are small and fast. Knives with wings. Behind them, clusters of flaming skulls bound together with black chains. Craeteis' and Beelzebub's contributions and there are probably more coming.

I snap back to normal speed. "Mary, Lieutenant, destroy those things. Praexis Demons, feed on any enemy Demons you can catch. Mighty One, with me." I reinforce my armour construct and head towards the cloud at high speed, rail gun constructs appearing around me. I'm not wasting Mage Slayers on minor Demons, but silver with cold iron should be enough. A vaguely demonic gas bag cum Jellyfish thing appears in the haze and becomes my first target, smashed to shreds by my guns.

Two more appear and are targeted in turn as Adom pulls ahead of me. A second before the one on our left is destroyed a large dark something leaps from the top of it towards him. Adom slows slightly, turns in mid air to move around it as it passes him by and grabs hold of it by the right horn.

"RAAAAAHH!"

"Mauler." It reminds me a little of the Horned Demon from Heroes of Might and Magic five. Without slowing further Adom moves his right hand to its jaw and twists, snapping its neck. He then drops it into the mists below us. "Minor Demons in the service of Aym. It heals any wound to its flesh almost instantly. Be careful not to rip them in half or you would have two of them to fight."

Can't see far enough to target with my eyes. I send out a pulse of orange in all directions and the guns go into full automatic in a target rich environment. Adom accelerates, blurring as he takes full advantage of the Speed of Aker. He doesn't have much to fear from minor Demons, unlike the people of Fawcett City. Where are we going? "John, you there?" Nothing. Ah, shit. I turn up my empathic vision, searching for ukkgh the patterns of desire I associate with John. Nothing, nothing, there!

"Adom, this way!" I shine a brilliant beam of orange towards John and then accelerate my own flight speed, pulses of orange continuing to radiate outwards from me to guide my guns. Assuming that we're in Hell -or some suburb of it- I've.. really got no idea what to expect. A tower of darker coloured cloud in the direction of John suggests that the car park made it through intact, which is…

I get a momentary clear view of the ground below me. Which appears to be a field of writhing torsos. Okay, not looking at that again. The tower… If that was the car park then it's had an extra coating of black stone around the exterior. No matter. The railguns open up, first with silver and cold iron and then with Crumblers. Rock disintegrates and I see a clear entrance. Faster.

I shoot past John and the party before stopping and turning. William-! Shit, he's down with a freely bleeding slash across his chest. Mattias is trying to bandage it while John is shouting something at-.

I watch as the large man stripped to the waist slams Timothy Karnes into a wall. Railguns reload with Mage Slayers and lock on target. He turns his head towards me and blurs away even as the railguns come to bear, rounds flying through empty air and smashing into the wall behind him.

"AAEEIIghhuh!"

At the other end of the chamber -it looks like they took the car park and retextured it from eighties brutalism to medieval dungeon- the man pulls Timothy's heart from his chest and holds it aloft, tossing his broken body aside. "SABBAC!"

Black lightning crackles around him as his skin reddens and a burning pentagram appears on his chest. Demonically enhanced muscles bulge as he crushes the heart and draws… Oh shit, that's what he used on William.

It's a short sword, barely a dagger in his hand. Further adding to the oddity of the sword it's gold in colour and the blade is split in two.

The Sword of Second and Third.

That… Really isn't good.

 

[Mr Zoat]

12th February
10:46 GMT -6

AccelerateAccelerateAccelerate!

I feel the orange light from the rings suffuse my body. I can't do true super speed but linking the force fields around every part of my body to my mind via the rings lets me sort of nearly fake it.

"Domine-"

For a subjective half second as I raise the Ace to point at the new Sabbac I consider calling in the Ophidian. Could that.. sword..? Can't risk it. Additional railguns begin to manifest and the two I currently have pointing at him reload and track. A web of orange filaments begins extending outwards from my body. Demon-worshipping serial killer? I think I can live with killing him.

"-Iesu,-"

In power armour I can't use a traditional rifle firing pose but I don't need to. Even without the rings my armour has automatic targeting systems. The Ace comes level, barrel pointing at the burning pentagram on his chest. The forefinger of my right gauntlet tightens slightly, divinely empowered bullet blasting forth slightly behind the best anti-magic ammunition available to Atlantean arcanotechnology.

"-dimitte-"

He brings the Sword up into a guard position as I start cursing super speed. There's a golden blur as he -calculating trajectory- slices the first two Mage Slayers in half. He actually sidesteps the round from the Ace as I use a construct to work the lever action, cuts the next two Mage Slayers and raises his left hand. For a fraction of a second I see him actually sweat fire before flames the colour of dried blood billow fully into life in his palm. He sidesteps as I fire the Ace again, pushes his left hand forwards and lets loose a cone of demonic flame directly towards me!

"-nobis-"

My flight aura drags me aside, flames roiling around the construct armour protecting my left arm. Shit, William, John and Mattias aren't that far behin-. The ring shows me the flame bend around Mattias, standing protectively between Sabbac and William. John isn't there. Where is he?

"-debita-"

I feel my filaments reach him just as the additional railguns finish forming. Can't waste more Mage Slayers that won't hit anything. Cold iron and silver, maximum saturation. The howling as the force of the rounds ignites whatever passes for air around here is weirdly distorted in my accelerated state. Filaments! Brand! Shock Crown!

"-nostra,-"

A wave of orange passes up Sabbac until it reaches his pentagram. Then it-

Connection lost.

-melts away. Power of Satanus, presumably. The filaments are actually retreating away from him. Before I'm forced to drop them entirely I surround him with neural chaff generators and vertigo inducers. There's a slight.. look of something on his face as they trigger, then his flames leap outwards from his entire body and incinerate every one of them.

"-salva-"

Drop filaments firefirefire! Iron and silver fill the space between us and he turns slightly and dips towards me. I'm hitting now but I'm not sure if the shots are reaching his skin. I'm certainly not Bluggh! Ah, duh, agh! He shoulder charged me! I barely saw him move! The only reason I didn't go flying back outside is that the wall stopped me! If he'd used the sword I'd probably have died. Okay, demonically empowered supervillain in Hell. That's probably helping him.

"-nos ab igne-"

He takes a few steps closer to Father Mattias' barrier and the fallen Captain Marvel. "Hehh." Then he draws a completely mundane shotgun. Railguns! Iron and silver blast towards him again but he doesn't even bother turning in my direction as his flaming aura consumes the shots.

"-inferiori,-"

Then a blur of black and gold shoots past me as Teth Adom flies straight into Sabbac's side with both fists extended. My hearing's too distorted to rely on but I think I heard something crack. Sabbac is knocked back by the hit, but only by a little. Adom swings his right fist into Sabbac's face as a follow up. Sabbac staggers and loses hold of his gun. But he keeps hold of the Sword. Shit, does Adom know what it can do? He might guess that it's demonic, but...

"-perduc-"

Sword aside, they should be an even match. Adom has experience and Sabbac has hellfire. Sabbac slashes at Adom with the Sword only for Adom to step inside his reach, push his sword arm aside with his right hand and slam his left fist into Sabbac's gut. He should win that fight if not for the Sword. I need to get William and Mattias out of here. Ring, power remaining?

One hundred eighty eight percent remaining.

Subspacing magic items drains power massively, in proportion to their power. That sword was made from the remains of the two great Demons that got sent here to keep the First of the Fallen from doing anything too creative.

"-in caelum-"

I can't tell how much of a drain it'll be. My armour's built in weapons should do alright against minor Demons… Sabbac spits fire into Adom's eyes and zips backwards as Adom takes a wild swing. Sabbac brings the sword back-.

Fuck it.

I transition forwards and slam both of my hands into the fist holding the sword. Crumble!

"Bhlg!"

His radiant power is already pushing against my construct armour but his grip loosens just a little. Grab it! Subspace it! Filaments connect to the hilt and pommel and… Gone!

"No!"

And I'm into the wall again and this time he's following up, diving at me. Adom catches his trailing left leg and spins, hurling him across the room. Ring, what's the damage?

"-omnes-"

Twelve percent remaining.

Actually not as bad as I thought it would be. Can't transition back out to Fawcett but I'm not sure trying that in hell would be a good idea anyway. Can't fight meaningfully at twelve percent, but I wasn't making all that much headway in that direction even with a full charge. Is two percent enough to fly Mattias and William out? Have to be.

Sabbac rallies, catching Adom right on the underside of his chin with his right elbow. Can't pay attention to that. Have to trust Adom. I fly across the room towards my fallen ally. William's rapidly losing consciousness and that's a lot of blood. I think it's gone through several ribs as well. Did the sword just bypass his resilience or is it also impeding his healing? Can he heal something like this? I actually don't know. I spare a glance in what I think was Timothy Karnes' direction but all I see is ash and rock.

"-animas-"

I stick a body cast construct around William, put a flight aura around both of them and then head for the opening. Ring, fly back the way we came, maximum speed. And drop personal acceleration.

Compliance.

"-praesertim eas, quae misericordiae tuae maxime indigent."

The mists of this part of Hell shoot past us. Fewer shapes around us than there were on the way in, though I don't know whether that's because Adom killed them or because they've reached the exit. William manages to look at me for a moment and then closes his eyes and sags slightly. Given his injury losing consciousness is probably a mercy.

"Where are we?"

"Hell, Father."

I think there's some sort of light up ahead. With luck, that's the Fawcett City sky I can see. Frederick, Mary and the Praexis swarm should have been able to deal with the lesser Demons. For a moment I try reaching out towards Fatty and Chubbs… Can't feel anything. Probably just the effect of being in Hell. If they'd been destroyed they'd just have fallen out of the ring again.

The three of us zoom between the reaching tentacles of two of the Jellyfish Demons and out into the air. A quick glance shows me the mangled remains of some Imps, a couple of Praexis flying towards a head-on collision with what looks like a cross between a tadpole and a rock drill. Several rooftops are on fire but I rapidly select one that isn't and fly towards it. I land between twin slopes on the tiled structure. Okay, I can drop off Father Mattias and then see about-.

In a burst of flame Sabbac appears in the air above the combat zone. A second later he's right in front of me, his face a rictus of hate and his right fist pulled back to deliver a hammer blow! "Die!"

 

[Mr Zoat]

12th February
10:49 GMT -6

Shit! Reinforce! My construct armour's already cracking up as I accelerate my perception back to something that lets me actually see him. Maybe..? When Guy and I fight we use ablative layers of bubbles. Only really works in the air and I'm going to lose flight capacity-.

Sabbac takes a pace back and gestures forwards with both hands. Shit, can it..? Father Mattias is frantically trying to drag Captain Marvel out of the danger zone. I can't afford to move! "Lieutenant, Mary, could really use-" The torrent of flame roars over me, rapidly eating through my construct armour. In fact, given the way my environmental shield is shuddering I think it's at least partially bypassing-.

Warning: Spell Eater approaching critical temperature.

I take another out of subspace before sending my current one there. "-some help here. We've got a new Sabbac-"

Warning: low power. Ten percent remaining.

"-and Captain Marvel's critically injured."

The flames stop. For a second I wonder if-. Sabbac draws his shotgun and raises it in the direction of Father Mattias. I start bringing up the Ace. I've really got no reason to assume that he's somehow forgotten how to dodge-.

A black streak flies out of the clouds and slams into Sabbac, carrying them both off into the Fawcett City skies. A moment later Frederick lands next to me. "Cap-? Oh no."

I'm restoring my armour as I hurry over to William. "Lieutenant, does the Stamina of Atlas give you regeneration?"

"I don't know!? I've never been hurt that bad before!"

I send a pulse of orange light into William's injury. Blood pressure's way down, but… The bleeding should have slowed down by now. Clots aren't forming. It's like even normal healing has just been turned off. Heal. No reaction. Okay, I can block the damaged blood vessels to prevent further blood loss. Maybe replace the veins and arteries? Analyse blood type.

Unable to analyse.

Power of fucking Zeus. Aaaahh… One of the others could turn it off-. There's a very loud crash somewhere in the distance. Off, but the injury might kill William in his normal form.

"How did Sabbac do this? Timothy never-."

"Magic sword." Okay, what happened to the First when he got hit? Chantinelle stabbed him from behind, he asked what would happen to him… Can't remember anything else. "Demons taken care of?"

"But… Sabbac…"

"Let Adom deal with Sabbac."

He nods. "I think we missed a few but there aren't any more coming out and your orange Demon things are chasing them down."

"In that case I need you to try getting hold of the Wizard. The sword Sabbac used was designed to kill magic life forms and I don't know how to heal this." Frederick's eye's widen. "He won't die while I've got ring power. I'm going to head straight for the Fawcett City zeta tube and go back to.. base. Recharge, then.. put whatever solution the Wizard suggests into effect."

Father Mattias looks seriously concerned as I bend to pick up William. Turns out that he doesn't weigh more than a man of his proportions should. "Constantine, John Constantine. Where is he?"

I manoeuvre William into a fireman's carry. Don't want to waste ring power keeping him comfortable. "Still in Hell. He wasn't there when I evacuated and I couldn't track him. "

"Merciful Lord."

"Bloody hope so." I look at Frederick as I activate my flight belt. "Go!" I think I see him nod before he disappears in a blue blur.

Okay, Fawcett City zeta tube is west of here. I rise off the ground and get myself pointed in the direction of my HUD marker, five Praexis Demons floating into a flanking position. The impression I'm getting from the others is that several of the fast Imps have headed away from the portal as fast as they can. I.. don't.. think that Demons can last on Earth without getting more power from somewhere, so as long as the Praexis have their scent they shouldn't be much trouble. The flock's expanded by.. nine..? And a quick look at the roads around the portal shows that the two smaller Marvels have done an excellent job of halting the demonic advance.

I accelerate through the air. Estimated flight time, ninety seconds. Worth a construct booster rocket? No. I might need what little power I have left to fight off Sabbac if he breaks away from Adom. To say nothing of keeping William alive.

Okay, going alright so far. My HUD shows me Father Mattias climb down from the roof onto a fourth floor balcony. Mary's over near part of the police cordon. I hear the sharp cracks as police marksmen start shooting at her! Why are they..? One of the Jellyfish Demons has attached tentacles to the officers and appears to be puppeting them. Pistols like those can't do anything like enough damage to injure Mary and she knows it full well, making sure to remain clearly visible so there's no chance of a shot missing and hitting someone who isn't bulletpro-. Bullet resistant. She moves, her right hand darting out, pulling guns out of their hands and crushing them one by one. Once the officers are disarmed they charge her while the Demon extends a tentacle along the ground towards her. Mary flies up in the air to bypass the police and then blasts towards the Demon, punching right through the body section and out the other side. A moment later the police slump to the ground.

Nicely done. Next order of business, Justice League. "Orange Lantern to Watc- bwuh!" Street street fuckgetoutofthe way!

"Aaaaagh!" / "Nonono!"

Rubbernecking civilians flee in all directions as I hit the tarmac! The flight belt's kinetic absorption function sucks in the energy of the impact as I swing wildly with three x-ionised blades in a frantic attempt to keep Sabbac away! Keep them moving keep them moving! He's being forced to keep moving but his strikes-

Warning: low power. Eight percent remaining.

-are wearing my reserves down. I really need to make some kind of x-ionised air caltrop at some point. Come on Adom, don't keep me waiting!

"Gh." My three blades stop, one trapped inside Sabbac's left arm and the other two in the right side of his chest.

Connection lost.

The filaments tethering them to me wink out. How are they getting stuck? Those things should cut through any mundane material, and if the Indestructible Body of Aym didn't stop them cutting into him then they should just have kept going! Sabbac lunges forwards at me, grabs into my construct armour and squeezes, wisps of dark red fire flaring where he's holding on. Yet again the construct-disrupting effect he has starts to work. Bringing the Ace up forces him to evade for a second and I replenish-

Warning: low power. Six percent remaining.

-my armour but I'm forced to waste my remaining shots. Reloading from subspace costs power I can't really spare from my armour construct. Try flying up and hope someone on my side-?

"Get away from him!" A blur of red as Mary flies at Sabbac and he's forced to evade before enveloping the street with his hellfire.

I use the opportunity to break for the sky only for someone -Sabbac!- to grab hold of my right leg and squeeze! Have to-! Destruction pulse! The orange bolt strikes him directly in the face but he just takes it!

Warning: low power. Five percent remaining.

"No you don't!" Mary appears, arms locked around his neck and raised arm in a half nelson. "Shazam!"

 

[Mr Zoat]

12th February
10:52 GMT -6

Lightning slams into them from a clear sky, brilliant gold as natural lightning never is.

"UuH!" Sabbac shakes as it hits and loses his grip on my leg. I go for height as quickly as I can. Good job that didn't hit William.

Good job Sabbac can't move either. Mary is reduced to her mortal form, her uniform being replaced by a dark blue t-shirt and white denim shorts. Oh shit, that's not-.

"Shazam!"

Boom!

"RAaaaaaagggghhhhh!" Mary throws the still-twitching and smoking Sabbac across the road into the front of a building. The facade crumbles under the force of his impact.

Back in her red dress Mary puts her hands on her hips. "And there's more where that oop!" Sabbac turns around with his right arm extended, throwing a torrent of fire straight at her head! She flies to evade and I accelerate in the direction of the zeta tube. Think I'll start looking into personal teleporters as well.

"Orange Lantern to Watchtower. Situation in Fawcett City. Captain Marvel's down, there's a new Sabbac and he's opened a portal to Hell in the middle of the city."

"Reading you loud and clear, Orange Lantern." Hawkwoman. I was.. sort of hoping for Guy or Mister Allen, but okay. "Who else is on site?"

"Teth Adom, Lieutenant Marvel and Mary Marvel." Back on the ground Mary dodges a lunge and flies under Sabbac just as my supposed Praexis escort arrive. Without really looking around Sabbac throws fire at one as he tries to grabble Mary. The Praexis in question sucks the fire down Kirby-style, turning slightly purple as it does so. "And quite a lot of Praexis Demons and more than a few other Demons of various types."

"Do you need assistance?"

"If the Physician is available, please send him to the mountain. Sabbac swung a sword clean through the left side of Captain Marvel's chest. I can't heal it myself."

"He'll be there kreeen shhhhuaaa-."

Under five percent. "Sorry, I just lost translation. Say again?"

"A few minutes. Rhr. Orange Lantern, I just ran a check on the Fawcett City zeta tube. It's non-responsive."

"A minor technical glitch, or did something hit it?"

"This morning's check showed no problems. Next nearest zeta tube is-."

"Dakota City, too far."

"I thought you could go faster than light and make zeta tube constructs."

"Not on low power, and I don't want to risk Marvel starting bleeding again. I don't suppose that the Flash is available?"

"Trickster's got him occupied."

And neither Wallace or Jay are fast enough to cover the distance in a meaningful time. "I'll head to the Fawcett City zeta tube and see if I can make repairs. Shouldn't be much-." Bloof! I get just enough time to think 'again, really?' before slamming face first into the edge of a roof, spinning -shit, the belt's not working-, armoured zorb construct! Another strike and William and I are knocked flying, bouncing-

Warning: low power. Three percent remaining.

-like some sort of demented skipping stone from one building to the next. I focus on maintaining the zorb as Adom gets back from whatever he was doing to assail Sabbac once more. Maybe I could try and get Diana to include him in her sessions with Barda?

"Orange Lantern! Report!"

Yeah, give me a-. We clip the corner of a building and spin out into an empty car park. Luckily the ring's keeping my inner ear stable. I project a couple of construct hook-chains to the outside of the zorb and they dig into the cracked tarmac to bring us to a halt. "I'm okay. Sabbac got away from Teth Adom and went after me to try and get his sword back." I dismiss the zorb. "Flight belt's wrecked and I don't want to waste power repairing it. I'll head…" Someone walks out from one of the dilapidated industrial buildings at the far side of the car park. Short, thin man wearing a dull green suit. Bit of an odd place to be going for a walk. "I'll head towards the zeta tube on foot."

"The Physician is in the mountain awaiting your arrival."

"We should think about putting a zeta tube actually inside the medical bay. It really makes more sense than having it in the briefing room."

"Katar said the same thing." I check my HUD again. Okay. Nine hundred metres. I shift William back into a proper fireman's carry. "We decided against it because if the system got infiltrated they'd come out amongst our wounded."

I start walking in the direction of the zeta tube. "Yes, if only you had access to all of Mars' telepathic biotech. Then you could use telepathic identity checks using devices not compatible with Earth technology."

"Ah. I suppose that could-."

"And it's not as if you people use automated defences anyway. Unless someone's actually standing in the briefing room when someone comes in-."

"Good morning." The man I spotted leaving the building raises his right hand in a cheerful greeting.

"Excuse me." I switch to external. "Good morning, sir. I'm sorry I can't stop-."

"Looks like Captain Marvel's been through the wringer, hey?"

Ah-? "Yes?"

"Then this shouldn't take too long. IBAC!" Green fire- "Hahaha!" -billows around his body, the shadow it casts within them steadily expanding as I check my grip on William and start running. "Now I'll finally-! Wait, where are you going? Come back!"

Ibac gets.. strength, toughness and aggression from his transformation, right? He can't fly, but then neither can I at the moment. If I put William down I'd give myself even odds of beating him, but why bother? Once I'm recharged beating him will be easy and there's no one between here and the zeta tube.

"Orange Lantern to Watchtower. Just to keep you informed, Ibac's on the loose as well."

"Come back here!"

Worth using a neural chaff grenade? No. If a pile of them didn't work on Sabbac I doubt that one would work on Ibac. Reloading the Ace and then using it would risk killing him. I hit my stride, power armoured legs eating up the ground between me and my destination. Super strong people can run pretty fast but if you put too much force into it you end up just launching yourself upwards. Kon and M'gann found me trying to run around without ring assistance hilarious, but unlike sparring with Black Canary it was time well spent. I burst out from between the remains of the industrial complex, leaning to the right as I do so. I'm pretty much wrecking the pavement… And that car, whoops. Running like this, but now it's just a straight run down the road-.

"Ahah!" Ibac sends up a cloud of paving slabs as he lands just ahead of me. What's the idiot going to-? I slam into him without slowing and.. somehow he stays on his feet, bracing himself against me while his heels cut a furrow in the surface of the road. "No one is stronger than I-!" He stops himself. "I'm not falling for that again."

I bring my left arm around to try and toss him out of the way but with most of my momentum gone there's nothing to stop him turning aside and performing a throw. I twist, trying to shield William from the landing as I crash down. Think I was mostly successful. Ugh, I can actually see the wooden fence disguising the zeta tube entrance from here.

"I will show you my strength! Put Marvel down and face me!"