Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans nor do I own FARC, but I do however own: Mason Thorn, members of Unit Zero, Ramon Jalisco, and Alejandro Salazar.

Warning: Read Titans Zero before reading this story.

Summary: The Titans and their new spy allies Unit Zero persue the arms dealer Mason Thorn into the heart of Colombia where a new civil war is being waged. John and Raven seek to move on to the next level in their relationship, BB and Sarah's relationship comes under scrutiny from Dan, and Dan himself slowly spirals downward after killing Colonel White. Meanwhile, Mason has to deal with a defector in his organization who is now under the proection of the Titans and Unit Zero. But while he plots the assassination, Mason witnesses more and more despicable actions committed by his clients, and he slowly feels am emotion he long believed dead in him: compasion for the people. But as Columbia begins to burn to the ground is it too late for the wrongs to be righted and for there to be JUSTICE FOR ALL?

Prologue

Rain fell from the dark and previously bright and peaceful Columbian sky. The camp the rain fell on was bustling and full of life as soldiers scrambled from one area to another. But these were not normal soldiers, they were guerillas of the infamous and revered organization called FARC. FARC was the most prominent threat to the U.S. backed Columbian government due to the fact that they were not a small insurgency like the one that plagued Iraq, but an army in itself with massive numbers, control over the southern territories of Columbia, and enough weapons to wage a war. Which, now, it was.

But that is a different story for a different time, what we must focus on is a single tent in the heart of the guerilla camp that was wide and a sickly color green for camouflage. Within it a council of FARC's most prominent and influential members had gathered to pass judgment on their arms supplier, a certain Mason Thorn. Mason stood before them in his dark suit, with the upper buttons of his silk dark-purple shirt unbuttoned to allow his skin to breath.

Although no matter how nicely he dressed, his physical appearance was appalling. His face was still swollen from the bruises he had received days before in Jump City, it still hurt him to breath from where he had broken his ribs, and he did his best to hide the slight limp in his right leg from where it had been cut with a KA-BAR combat knife. Who had done this to him? None other than the Teen Titans and the leader of the spy unit Unit Zero, John Garret.

Mason had attempted to steal a nuclear warhead from the United States with a little help of an insider he had inside the US army intelligence. Mason's plan, however, not only failed miserably but also colossusly backfired. He was forced to flee the country he was born in with no weapons, which pissed off his client that had paid him large amounts of money for him to steal the warhead. This defeat had caused not only damage to his face and pride, but also his reputation. His clients around the world began to doubt his word, which was essential to completing any illegal deal in the world. And to top things all off, he now had a traitor in his outfit here in Colombia. Which brought him here, seeking the aid of his FARC clients.

The council stared at him with judgmental eyes, some were dressed in uniforms and others in expensive suits like Mason's. There were two dressed in suits that stood out amongst the men, the first was Mason's first client since he joined the business, the commander-in-chief of FARC: Ramon Jalisco. Ramon sat in the center of the long council table that stood before Mason and was dressed in an expensive white and blue suit. Mason didn't need to worry about him, a rumor may be circulating saying that Ramon was slowly slipping into insanity, but Mason knew who's side he was on.

Another suit he didn't have to worry about sat directly to the right of Ramon. His name was Alejandro Salazar. Salazar was Ramon's right hand man and was in charge of the drug trade that FARC was heavily invested in and as a result was responsible for a large percentage if not all of FARC's income. He was dressed in a gray suit that stood out against his dark skin, much like his boss, and was entirely business minded; which explained why he and Mason seemed to get along so well.

"We have heard of your recent failure," A general on the council said in Spanish, "so you must understand if this council needs some 'proof' of your commitment to FARC and reassurances that your American arrogance will not damage our organization."

Mason internally winced at that but kept his cool and remained emotionless before the council, many of his clients had given him shit because of his nationality but Mason never said anything; why should he care what these people thought of him? "Proof?" Mason repeated in an inquisitive monotone the betrayed nothing.

Many on the council nodded.

Mason looked each of them in the eyes, even with the one that was bloodshot, and finally spoke, "How long have I serviced this organization? Hmmm? Years, and in all of those years of faithful service backed by my unwavering word have I ever missed a shipment or ever showed any sign that I would betray your trust?" He paused as he let his words, which were spoken in near perfect Spanish, set in, "And now, after this fruitful business relationship, you question me, and why? Because ONE operation went bad for a client that was in no way connected to any of you ladies and gentlemen."

"Proof?" he echoed again, "Here is more 'proof'." Mason walked over to several crates that were stacked beside him and opened one up and pulled out of it an AK-47, the wheaties of weapons. "The Klashnikov automatic rifle model made in 1947, a weapon that is guaranteed to never to jam. A gas operated, rotating bolt action weapon that fires six hundred rounds per minute at an effective range of three hundred meters…"

"We know this weapon," another General spoke, "you have supplied us with countless AK-47's."

"Exactly, I have always been there to supply you with a weapon that fits your needs and now I stand before you with more than just this common weapon," Mason placed the AK-47 on the ground and opened another box and produced a land mine. "The M18A1 Claymore anti-personnel mine, an excellent alternative to the unreliable and often times useless IED's that you have been used to working with for the past few years. Easy to assemble, small, light weight, and effective enough to remove an armored car as well as a small squad of soldiers."

Mason put that down and opened up a different box, this time he removed a large green cylinder, a rocket launcher. "The Javelin rocket launcher, a weapon just as effective if not more so than the RPG's you have worked with before. Why? Because this weapon is used by the your opposition, the United States military, and it is specially designed to be effective against those pesky tanks that have damaged your ranks time and again."

Mason placed that back into its box and said, "Also," he snapped his fingers at one of his men who was standing near by. He approached Mason and handed him a small box with a red bow on top. Mason walked over to one of the men who was dressed in suits and laid it down in front of him, "A little some thing for the Misses. Tomorrow is your anniversary, correct Julio?"

The man opened the box to see a diamond ring that must have cost a fortune, any a ring any woman would have hoped to wear one day. Julio looked up into Mason's face and Mason asked, "Did you really think I would have forgotten?"

Mason stepped back and spoke again, this time to the whole council, "This is the proof that you can still trust me, I proved a better product, at a better price, and I personally interact with my clients to the point that they are like my adoptive family. And during my stay here all weapons that I will supply you will be fifty percent off."

The men and women at the table seemed to look at each other and nodded in agreement, obviously impressed by Mason's business prowess. "And all I ask," Mason continued, "is your aid in the time I need it most."

Ramon concealed a smile and looked down left and right of the council table. "I think I know in which direction this council will vote Mason," he said, "but just in case: all in favor?"

All members of the council raised their hands in agreement to aid Mason. "Very well," Ramon said in a deep commanding voice, "You have our aid Mason, but if you betray our trust, we will not be easily won over by such… Gifts."

"Wise policy," Mason hissed, "But allow me to assure this council that your trust is not misplaced." Mason motioned to one of his men who then spoke into a radio, a small caravan of trucks arrived in the camp and the FARC soldiers began unloading several boxes, large and small, that were filled with weapons and ammunition.

"You will receive the information tomorrow Mason, and we will continue to supply you with whatever your heart desires so long as you answer to our calls whenever we need you, are we in accord?"

Mason nodded.

"Excellent," Ramon then motioned to his men who then began loading several briefcases filled with unmarked large bill into one of Mason's trucks. "We'll be in touch. Meeting is adjourned."

And with that the various members of FARC dispersed to return back to their areas of business and control over the organization. Mason stood where he was until he was approached by Alejandro Salazar. "Good to see you again Mason." Salazar said in a professional manner.

"Alex." Mason said with an acknowledging nod. Mason had always liked doing business with Alejandro and didn't mind his company unlike others. They weren't 'friends' in Mason's eyes but couldn't help but admire the man for his business savy and his own strict code of conduct. "I trust the coke business has treated you well."

Alejandro put hand into the pocket of his expensive silk suit jacket and said, "I'm doing fine for myself, but this war Ramon started is bleeding my business, the Americans are cracking down and I'm losing more and more shipments."

"Glad to know someone else is suffering in the business world." Mason said with a slight smirk, he never liked being around people of any kind but like I said, could tolerate Alejandro. A couple of young soldiers ran by with their new guns in their hands. "Jesus," Mason exhaled, "Your recruits get younger every year."

"They're not recruits." Alejandro said, attempting to hide his inner disdain as to what the young soldiers truly were.

Mason immediately caught on to what he was saying. Boy soldiers, children kidnapped and forced into life as soldiers for FARC. "Ramon's war has gone so bad he's sunk that low as to use children?" Mason's emotionless mask was unphased, but deep inside something clicked in Mason's subconscious; Children, not children.

Ramon had declared war on the Columbian government a few years ago, and his war had been long and bloody resulting in the deaths of countless people; innocent and guilty. Mason didn't care too much for the Colombian government, they were no different than any other South American government, and he just couldn't bring himself to care for FARC either despite their 'noble' intentions to 'free' the people. In the end one seemed just as corrupt as the other and he couldn't care less about this war they fought or those caught in it. But this revelation sparked something in him, Children is a step too far.

Alejandro shook his head, he didn't like it either. The two may have been criminals, but at least they had some standards; as low as they were.

Mason sighed, and winced a little from the pain in his ribs, "Sorry to leave so soon Alex, but I have problems of my own to finish." He looked into the northern sky, it wasn't just the informer who was his problem. He could tell they were coming, coming to stop him. The Teen Titans and their new CIA allies, Unit Zero. He wouldn't face them outright, that would be the dumbest thing any man could do, no he would bide his time and wait for the proper moment to strike. The new war in Colombia was about to heat up.

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