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Chapter 1

It was a cold, rainy morning when Raven brought the contents of the mailbox to the living room of Titans Tower. Thousands of pieces of junk mail and several FedEx packages soon lay in a pile on the floor as the Titans began the arduous task of sorting out the mail.

The FedEx packages were all addressed to Robin. Robin opened one of the packages, but the package immediately caught fire. Robin jumped back, startled. He allowed Raven to open another package. White, flour-like powder spilled out of the package. On the flour, a handwritten note described the powder to be anthrax.

More cautiously, the Titans opened the remaining four packages, proving all of them to be booby-trapped or pranks.

"Look!" shouted Beast Boy, holding up a letter. The Titans quickly gathered around to read the letter:

Dear Teen Titans,

Due to reasons which we cannot yet reveal, the Justice League Association of America requires your presence at our meeting in Washington, D.C. on April 1, 2006. Please arrive at the earliest possible time. The meeting will be held in a room of the Department of Justice building, so you will need to arrive beforehand to find your way around. Do not wear your uniforms in public until you arrive at the meeting. Bring this letter with you. If you are asked, the password is "Shove it." Do not reveal the contents of this letter to anyone—just show up at the Department of Justice at 9:00 a.m. on April 1, with this letter in hand. The survival of our nation is at stake.

Sincerely,

Bruce Wayne

The Titans looked at each other. It was then March 23.

Cyborg narrowed his biological eye. "This doesn't sound like something the Justice League would write. Could it possibly be a fake?" he wondered aloud.

"I think it's real," said Robin, staring at the signature on the letter. "That's definitely the signature of my teacher."

"So we have a week to get an airplane ticket then," concluded Cyborg.

A Week Later…

It was March 30, the day before the flight the Titans were going to take to Washington. The Titans took the day to pack for their trip.

That night, the Titans were preparing to go to sleep. Their flight was to leave at 7:00 a.m. the next day, so they were going to bed early. Just then the alarm rang—Slade was robbing a bank!

"Titans, go!" ordered Robin. Robin took the R-cycle while the others rode in the T-car. When they got to the bank, they found only a smashed front door and a few unconscious guards. A safe in the basement had been cut open and two gold bars had been pulled out of the stack of gold bullion inside the safe.

"Slade's gone!" commented Beast Boy.

"We were too late!" said Robin dejectedly. Then the alarm went off again—the location displayed on their communicators—Slade was attacking the power plant! More alarms appeared. Overload appeared at the oil refinery, and Plasmus at another bank.

When the Titans had finally apprehended the criminals, it was already past midnight.

The next morning, Raven awoke with a start. She glanced worriedly at her clock. It was already 6:39 a.m.! Frantically, she reached out telepathically to her teammates, causing them, too, to jerk awake from their dreams. Within a few minutes the Titans were fully dressed in their costumes. Suddenly Robin's voice rang out on their communicators. "Wait a minute! We were told not to wear our costumes, remember!"

By 6:46 a.m. the Titans had met in the living room, wearing civilian clothing. They quickly packed their luggage into the trunk of the T-car. "We'll eat after we get to the airport," ordered Robin.

At 6:49 a.m. the T-car sped out of Titans Tower. Fortunately, it was a Saturday morning and traffic was very light. The T-car rushed down the highway towards the airport…

At 6:57 a.m. Starfire happened to glance back through the rear window of the T-car. She was immediately fascinated by the blue-and-red flashing lights on the rooftop of the car following them. Looking at the car more closely, she noticed blue markings and the word "Police" on the side of the car. Beast Boy noticed her motionless stare and followed it, and in short order noticed the police car.

"Uh, Cyborg…" he began nervously, "We're being shadowed by the police…"

Cyborg looked at the rearview mirror. The police driver stuck his hand out of the window—miraculously still handling his police car at 110 miles per hour, the same as the T-car—and motioned for Cyborg to pull over.

End Chapter