Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans nor do I own the Russian Mob. But I do, however, own John Garret, Dan Holiday, Sarah Ashwood, and Mason Thorn.

Summary: It has been three long and peaceful months since the incident in Columbia. Three months without any news of Mason Thorn nor his location, and the Titans and Unit Zero are beginning to enjoy their vacation away from chasing him down. But the peace is shattered after Mason brutally murders several members of the underworld of Eastern Europe and assumes control of their empires, as a result his former allies in the Russian Mob begin to turn against him out of fear that they might be next. With an all out gang war between Mason Thorn and the Russian Mafia brewing, the Titans and Unit Zero must intervene and bring down both organizations. But can this be done, or are they just playing a destructive game of Russian Roulette?

Prologue

The Titans sent Plasmus reeling. Robin shouted his usual battle cry of: "Titans Go!" and Cyborg gave his usual "Boo-yeah!" as he sent a sonic blast that tore through Plasmus's body with the greatest of ease. But that damage looked insignificant compared to a barrage of star bolts from Jump City's favorite chipper alien girl.

Plasmus was sent stumbling back and, after it had re-generated himself, the monster only had enough time to roar out in frustration before a green bull crashed through it's body and sent bits and pieces of Plasmus goo all over the place. But, once again, the creature reformed itself and the Titans launched another devastating assault. Everyone was hitting Plasmus with everything they had, except for Raven that is…

Raven's head wasn't in the battle. It had been three months since their adventure in Bogotá. And just as John's arm finally healed fully, he had been called away to fight somewhere. He didn't want to leave her, but he had too, all he said was that it was important and that his bosses were really putting preassure on him to go and…

She was cut off in mid thought by a: "Raven! Heads up!"

Before she knew what was happening she was hit full force by a sudden blast of Plasmus goo. She landed with a thud onto the hard concrete of the road in downtown Jump but wasn't harmed, but was grossed out at being covered in goo.

"Alright," She said, "I've had enough of this." She crossed her legs and floated a few feet in the air, too bad Plasmus hadn't learned from last time. She chanted her mantra and flying forth from her was a black incarnation of her, her soul self.

Raven's soul self flew right at Plasmus and the stupid creature only succeeded in taking a swing at the spirit before it flew right threw its gooey arm and into the creature's very center. It froze for a moment, but that moment quickly ended as Plasmus suddenly spasmed in pain and began to screech out in a horrible scream before it exploded goo all over the place. Really gross.

All that lay there now was a single bald headed, and mostly nude, human being who looked like he was in a happy and peaceful sleep. Raven stood over the human remains of Plasmus and flicked some goo off of her cloak and brushed it away from the rest of her and said in a monotone, "Don't mess up my cloak."

"Nice work Raven." Robin complemented as he stood next to her and watched as the local police, worthless as they were, scurry out from where they had been hiding to pick up the now unconscious Plasmus.

"Can we just go home now?" was all she groaned out.

When the Titans returned home it was business as usual, with one slight difference. After everything that had happened in Columbia the Titans had decided to let the members of Unit Zero stay with them, which really wasn't that bad considering. Having their new friends being their new room mates added some more spice into the Titans' life. But with both John and Dan away on a mission, that just left Sarah to stay behind with the Titans.

She felt a little bad that she wasn't allowed to go with Dan and John on their mission but that quickly passed with the more and more time she spent with her dear Beast Boy. Ever since Columbia the two were inseparable, and sickeningly cute together.

Even as the Titans returned to the Tower's large living room, Sarah had been waiting for their return and immediately threw her arms around her love. The others had become accustomed to this sight an so they passed it without a second notice or thought. Cyborg and Robin played their video games and Starfire cheered them on and Raven walked to her room. She couldn't stand to be in the same room with Beast Boy and Sarah when they were together.

She closed the door to her room behind her, threw off her cape, and fell onto her bed. It wasn't fair, Beast Boy and Sarah were together and happy. They were spurting out their loving and caring emotions on a regular basis and where was Raven and John? John was off playing soldier somewhere and Raven was daydreaming. Pathetic.

Why did he leave without inviting the Titans too? He said it was something he and Dan could handle on their own, but she wished she was with him now, at some far off place. She pulled herself from another day dream and rubbed her eyes, how can one person think so much about another?

But still, she couldn't help but wonder, was he thinking of her now?

It was hot, even though the leaves from the trees blocked out most of the sun it was still as hot as Hell. John kept himself pressed against the grass, the target area was only a mile away, guards were crawling all over, and he could make out the concrete building in the center of the other wise tent filled encampment that was holding the hostages he had been assigned to take back. It was dangerous, and yet, he couldn't stop think of a pale girl with beautiful eyes.

That was bad, it was almost killing time and he needed to get his head in the game, if he didn't he'd wind up dead. But he still couldn't stop thinking of her.

"Here comes a patrol now." Whispered what appeared to be a pile of leaves and grass, but was in truth his right hand man Dan Holiday. Dan was, like John was now, wearing a special disguise made for US Army snipers that helped to make the two blend in with the tall grass and hilly terrain.

John kept himself pressed against the ground as he quickly spotted the approaching two man patrol. They needed to go down quick and quietly, without any alarms or else the whole mission was botched.

Sounded easy enough.

"Alright," John finally whispered back, "I'll take the one on the right and you can take the one on the left."

The two camouflaged soldiers slowly began to move away from each other, putting some distance between the two and keeping each closer to their assigned targets. They waited until both were in the right place, then they sprang their trap with great speed.

John rose up first getting one of the men in a sleeper hold, wrapping his arm around the soldier's neck and applying more and more pressure until the man slowly stopped struggling and slipped into deep unconsciousness.

The second soldier, now incredibly alarmed at seeing his friend being attacked by some thing in a green cloak, raised his AK-47 at the John and was about to pull the trigger. Unfortunately for the soldier, he never noticed the rising green cloaked phantom that stood behind him. With great speed Dan shoved his KA-BAR combat knife into the neck of the soldier, cutting right through the tough spinal cord as it made it's way to the brain stem. The soldier was dead in an instant and his brain never had the chance to give his finger the order to pull the trigger.

John and Dan stashed the bodies in the deep jungle foliage, hopefully no further patrols would notice them. With the bodies stashed, John and Dan made their way into the jungle encampment. It was simple, sneak past the guards into the main building, incapacitate the hostage takers, free the hostages, and then make their way to the rooftop for extraction.

They hurried into the outer limits of the camp, it was getting dark already and raining slightly, so with the help of their green camo cloaks and some light foot steps, it would be easy to sneak past these guys. The got past the first tent and guard patrol with ease, the next they had to wait for a guard to turn his back as he stood in the doorway of his tent before they could pass, the final section of the encampment there were only a few tents that were filled with other soldiers but no patrols. No one saw John and Dan creep by and close to the ground.

They were finally at the center of the camp, right outside the central (and only real) building in the camp. The doorway was unsurprisingly doorless and they crept inside the building, they discarded their cloaks with a super-hero-esque whoosh and revealed the grey tactical clothing they wore beneath that was the same color as the concrete and would hopefully make them harder to spot.

Satellite imagery said that most of the building was unoccupied accept for one room on the first floor, most likely where the hostages were. John and Dan silently crept down the hallways with their silenced pistols drawn, and pressed themselves to the wall on both sides of a single door that led to just one room. John gave Dan the signal to cover him as he slid a fiber optic cable underneath the door and saw five hostages, two women two men and a child, and three well armed tangos.

Bingo. Unit Zero had just found their hostages.

John put the cable back to whence it had come and signaled to Dan everything he had seen. "Three tangos, two men, two women, one kid."

Dan nodded in understanding and braced himself to burst through the door but looked back to see that John was still signaling at him.

"I'll take the two on the right and you take the one on the left." He signaled (rough interpretation).

Dan nodded again and was about to go through the door when he saw that John was still signaling.

He signaled something along the lines of, "Don't fuck this up."

Dan signaled back by giving his leader The Bird.

John rolled his eyes and produced his KA-BAR combat knife and held it in his left hand while he held his silenced Five Seven in his right, he nodded at Dan as a signal that he was OK.

Dan signaled with his fingers, "Three, Two, One."

Dan then kicked through the door and both young men rushed through. John stuck his knife into the very heart of the soldier who stood directly to the left of the door and shot the other soldier in the head before he could react. Dan made quick work of the other one by shooting him twice in the chest. Seeing that the barren room was clear, John pulled his knife from the soldier and allowed his lifeless form to fall to the ground as he made his way to the hostages to free them.

They were bound and gagged, all of them, and had no idea what was going on. John whispered into their ear that he worked for the Navy SEALS, an obvious lie but what the hell, and told them to stay calm as he cut away at the rope that bound their hands behind their backs.

Dan scooped up a AK-47 and waited by the door just in case any enemy soldier had bad enough luck to walk down that hallway and notice that the door was kicked down. John finished freeing the last of the hostages and removed their blindfolds, except for the kid, he didn't want him to have to see the bodies.

Alright, the hostages were safe and sound, now all that they needed to do was get them to the rooftop for extraction. It was a dangerous and ballsy move but it was Hell of a lot better than trying to sneak them out of the camp.

"Alright Dan," John said quietly to his comrade, "it's about time we…"

"Intruders in the building," someone said. The man Dan had shot wasn't dead, and now he was radioing to all his little buddies who were camped out outside in a foreign language that John and Dan barely understood. "Intruders in the…"

Dan shut him up quickly with a single blast from the AK-47 he had scooped up.

"Christ." John sighed, the heat was on now. He pressed a single finger against the ear piece in his ear and said into the radio channel both he and Dan were connected to, "Command this is Alpha One, we have the hostages but the enemy is on a red alert. Double time that extraction now!"

"Roger that Alpha One." A voice said in his earpiece, "Chopper is in bound. ETA five minutes."

"Did he just say five minutes?" Dan asked, "Those dirty sons of bitches are gonna have us swarmed in two!"

"I know that." John said as he gave him a look, almost forgetting about the hostages for a moment.

"Hey," Dan said to his defense, "I shot him twice in the chest I thought he was dead."

"Whatever," a very irritated John spat, "could you just please get these people to the roof?"

"And what, pray tell, are you gonna do?" Dan asked.

"Cover our asses." Was all John said, "Now move soldier."

"You got it boss." Dan replied as he helped the people out of the room and up the stairs towards the roof.

John shook his head as he holstered his Five Seven and his knife as he scooped up his own AK-47 from two of the fallen soldiers and withdrew from a pack attached to his belt several Claymore explosives. He exhaled a breath as he set up the first one near the entrance and activated the laser trip wire.

"All I wanted was a nice week with my girl," he muttered as he moved away from the buildings entrance due to the fact that the sound of foreign orders and footsteps were getting louder. "Was that so much to ask for from Uncle Sam? Just one God damn week?!"

A bullet whizzed by his head as he placed another claymore and activated the laser trip wire. The tangos were getting closer and already firing at him from the windows. John made his way to the staircase and left another activated claymore at the base of the stairs and another at the entrance to the roof.

John made his way and crouched next to Dan on the roof top. Tactically speaking, their current position was horrible, but do-able. For one there was no cover, no walls, no boxes, nothing; so John and Dan had to put two hostages behind each other so they had use themselves as human shields to protect the hostages. John and Dan were wearing Kevlar, the hostages weren't.

But on the plus side, although they were out numbered, their enemies would have to make their way through a narrow opening in order to get to the roof.

Making their opponents like lambs to the slaughter.

BAM! The first claymore had been detonated, that would by them some time.

"Sorry." Dan said to his partner, "I'll shoot the bastards in the head next time."

"Don't worry about it." John replied, "If we die, we die; if we live, then oo-fucking-ra!"

"Yeah," Dan agreed, "But you got someone waiting for you back home. Be a bit more a tragedy if you go because of me, right?"

John looked at his friend oddly. It was hardly a time to be talking like that, none of it seemed like something Dan would say anyway. "You sure you quit drinking?"

BAM! The second claymore was gone. They were getting closer, John could almost hear their war cries. But his mind once again drifted back to a quiet girl waiting for him back home.

BAM! The third claymore detonated near the entrance of the staircase to the roof. Smoke and dust and a bit of blood went everywhere from the explosion, that was more than enough to pull John out of his day dream and back into the game.

The first of them made their way out onto the roof coughing, they had no idea what was coming next. They raised their guns but were quickly gunned down by John and Dan's accurate shooting.

They used quick controlled bursts whenever they had a shot, the rest of the time they focused more on warning shots to keep their enemies at bay. They didn't want to kill every last one of the bastards, just keep them away long enough for the chopper to get there.

Dan took a hit in the chest and stumbled back a little, he was coughing and wheezing. John would have checked up on his friend but he knew that the vest had caught the bullet and only the wind was knocked out of him.

Alternatively, if it hadn't caught the bullet than Dan would be dead, not wheezing.

And then, like an answer to their prayers, the helicopter arrived. It hovered a little over head for a while, and then gently landed on the roof. The rear of the army transport chopper opened up as several US Marines unloaded from the back, all of whom were carrying M4's.

The Marines laid down covering fire onto the doorway as John and Dan helped the hostages onto the chopper first then they hopped in, then finally the Marines. Even as the helicopter took off and began fly away, the Marines didn't stop firing until they believed that they were well beyond danger.

Dan doubled over in pain and exhaled a pain filled breath.

"You alright?" John asked just in case.

"Fuck you. I don't need your pity." Dan replied. It was his own way of saying: 'I'm okay pal.'

John closed his eyes and rested his head against the safe and secure interior wall of the helicopter and he allowed his mind to drift and wander back to where it was headed before. A certain Raven danced in his head. And he could only hope she was thinking of him as badly as he was thinking of her.

Oh well, it didn't matter. He was on his way back home.

Review soon. I will be including super villains soon so let me know which ones you wish to see, call it 'last call'. Next chapter, Mason establishes his violent foot hold in Eastern Europe.