Well, at least this hasn't changed, See-More thought to himself.

The old Hive Five headquarters. It was still a mess, half-cleaned up after the Kid Flash incident from about 5 years ago. At least Jinx hadn't led the Titans to this. It would have been a shame to lose it. After all, it was a piece of their memories.

Hive Five was mostly off the radar nowadays. When law enforcement came back to the Brain's hideout to cuff everyone and unfreeze them, they made a mistake with the Hive Five. They had prepared for Mammoth's massive strength, Gizmo's ingenuity, Billy's duplications, and See-More's eye tricks. And they thought they had prepared for Kyd Wykkyd.

Fortunately, they hadn't. They thought he was just a teleporter. With a little work, he sharpened his cape and sliced through the cuffs, allowing them to escape.

It had been a long time since that, See-More thought, drumming his fingers against his jeans. He opted for civvies today.

For awhile, they stayed together. They found a new hideout, because they thought for sure that the Titans would raid their old one. They did jobs, lived together, took care of each other. And it was good, despite the loss of their former member.

But eventually, they just got tired of it. They got tired of fighting and losing. They got tired of going to jail and breaking out.

So the team broke up.

See-More, now twenty years old, sat on the familiar couch. With curiosity on his mind, he found the remote and flipped the TV on.

"Heh. They never did manage to trace Gizmo stealing cable, not even now..."

After 20 minutes of personal silence, watching the flickering screen, he turned it off and sighed. 5 years since the Kid Flash incident. 2 and a half years since all of the Hive Five – well, all of them excepting Jinx - had been together.

Samuel Beckinson, AKA, See-More, sighed again.

He had gone straight. In a sense. No one except those who were members of the Hive Five knew of his past as See-More. Now, as Samuel Beckinson, he was simply a promising college student.

Samuel didn't really know what had happened to the rest of the Hive Five. He wished he did.

Well, he did have a general idea. There were always reports of tech going haywire – the kind of haywire that was looking to do damage or somehow stole items or money. Sam often chalked those up to Gizmo, who was finally learning the meaning of stealth. Billy and Wykkyd lived together now as outlaws, he knew that much. Didn't know exactly where, though.

Jinx, obviously, was well into the good graces of heroes. 5 years since Jinx joined the good guys, of course she made her way up. She was an honorary Titan, she fought evil, so on and so forth. Inside his mind, he groaned. He had lost his chance to be with Jinx a long time ago, but he would've settled for being friends with her. She was a good guy, and she was still with Flash. Very little chance of being friends now.

Mammoth had completely disappeared. He was just gone. The rest of the Hive Five didn't know where he went.

And Private Hive, well, he was still in an insane asylum. Mother Mae-Eye fucked him up but good.

See-More kicked back in the couch, looking up at the beat up ceiling of the living room. For a long while, he just looked, breathed, and blinked.

He missed the good old days.

From the pocket of his jeans came a ring. Casually, he reached in and opened it up, speaking with a monotone voice into it.

"Hello?" He said.

"Samuel Beckinson?" Came a scratchy, raspy voice on the other end.

"That's me. Who is this?"

"That's not important, Sam. Or should I say, See-More?"

Sam froze up. That wasn't Billy, Gizmo, or Mammoth's voice. Nobody else was supposed to know who he was.

"What are you talking about?" Sam said, trying to stay relaxed and play it off.

"Don't play dumb with me, Sam. I know you're See-More. And don't ask how I know that, that's not important either."

Sam gritted his teeth. He didn't like this. Someone he didn't know who knew his past. He didn't reveal it to anyone outside of the Hive Five, he made sure of it. Who the hell could this person be?

"What do you want?"

"Not what I want. I have information you should know."

"You'll excuse me if I don't believe you."

"You don't have a choice, See-More. This is too important for you to ignore."

"So what the hell is so important that some stranger who knows who I am calls me up on my cellphone to be all ominous!" See-More growled, getting frustrated.

"It's Mammoth, See-More. He's in trouble."

Mammoth?

He had disappeared, with only a friendly goodbye note left behind…but the Hive Five figured he could take care of himself. He was Mammoth, after all. Who would try to mess with him?

"What have you done to Mammoth?" He snapped, his voice making him much less intimidating than he wanted to be.

"I haven't done anything, See-More. But what these people are doing is taking advantage of Mammoth's near-indestructible body. Using him as a guinea pig for all sorts of nasty stuff."

"How do you know this?"

"I can't tell you that. I will give you more information on this group as soon as I can. However, till then, that's all I have."

"Why should I trust you?" See-More continued, stuck between concern for Mammoth and anger towards this stranger.

"You have to, See-More. For Mammoth's sake."

The conversation went dead for a short while. See-More didn't know how to respond to that.

So he changed the subject.

"What do you want?"

"I already said –"

"No. Strangers don't call me up and tell me Mammoth's in trouble just out of the goodness of their hearts. What do you want?"

The man on the other end stopped. After a brief pause, he spoke again.

"I want you to get the Hive Five back together. And I want you to go save Mammoth."

"Wait –"

"That's what I want, See-More. Believe it. Go get the Hive Five together. I'll contact you with more information later."

The line went dead.

Angrily, See-More shut the phone, and stomped off to find his old room inside the Hive Five base.

After all, he was going to need to get an extra costume and his helmet.