Last week was too much for me.. It was fun, but Friday sucked. Well, I'm back to update this week.
Two Days Later (Conference)
"That mission was completely sloppy!" The hotheaded leader shouted, pacing in front of the round table the rest sat at.
The other members of his team looked down at the floor of the Discussion Room.
Beast Boy adjusted his arm inside the sling.
"Robin, can you hold this off 'til little man recovers?" Cyborg asked, looking at his best friend through the corner of his eye.
"We can't." The leader looked between Starfire and Beast Boy. "You guys can't hold off a capture like that. You see what the turnout was."
The Tamaranean princess looked up. "I apologize. I thought that she was close to surrendering."
Robin shook his head. "I'm especially disappointed in you Starfire. You nearly killed that girl. Because of what? Your emotions."
"But she harmed my friend." She squeaked in reply.
"You risked our reputation and most importantly, the unwritten Superhero's Code. We do not kill a mere criminal. Your actions were unacceptable. Do you know the risks you took?!"
Raven put her hand out. "I understand you are frustrated, but do not take out your anger on Star.
We are all disappointed that this mission ended the way it did, but we should try to improve our tactics then sit here and let you shout at us."
Robin whipped his body round, backs to them. After a moment of silent, he kicked the wall, only hurting himself.
"You guys don't understand! For weeks we've been looking for this 'Seeker' guy and have only come up with little description that can even give way to a breakthrough!" He turned back and began pacing again, only with a bit of a limp this time.
"Rob, we got that this is hard, but we always capture the bad guy. It's what we do." The older brother figure of the team comforted. "We all just have to put in a little more time, but for now BB is gonna have to relax."
The young changeling smirked. "No work for a while? Bummer."
Their leader stopped and leaned his arms onto the table, eying each other his teammates: The half-machine that stared back at him intently with his one gray eye; The demon/ human hybrid who's emotions were hidden behind her blank face as she looked at him as well; his beautiful girlfriend who was sinking in her shame, concentrating on her hands; and alas, the young victim of gun violence, his right arm in a sling as his emerald eyes watching his leader.
"But there's more. There's always more. This 'Seeker' is sending teens out to steal. And the things they are stealing have no purpose. I've interrogated these guys about 20 times each and haven't got much." Robin muttered, his voice faltering near the end.
Starfire's hand shot up, a nod from their leader granting her permission to speak.
"Please, Robin, what information do we have on the suspect?"
Their hardheaded leader sighed. "He's outfitted in black from head to toe when he speaks to them, and he usually makes contact with them once, talking them into becoming criminals to survive. Then he talks to them using wired messages from an unknown source."
The technological genius among them grinned. "Robin! What do you mean we've gone nowhere? I can retrace the calls."
"I've tried, but maybe you can succeed."
The empath frowned. "Why do you always try to solve missions without us?"
Robin shook his head nervously. "I'm not."
The screen behind them came to view as it slowly slid down, saving the spiky-haired crime fighter from a full on argument with the members of his team. They all paid their undivided to the screen that interrupted their meeting.
The face of a bald elderly man appeared, his dark eyes full of worry and his light brown wrinkles creasing even more.
"I'm sorry to take up your time but we have a problem here at the Moore Center of Art..."
Robin walked around the small, colorful gallery with the older man from the earlier call guiding him. The others were investigating in their own way: Raven tracing emotional evidence of being to have entered before, Cyborg was meddling with the security cameras and Starfire was giving him a hand.
"Well, there was an art piece, 'A Rose Of Time' that was to be auctioned off for a stating price of 2,000,000 dollars and we had in a well-sealed case made up of thick plastic right," He pointed to an empty case in the middle of the room that didn't seem to have been touched. "there. I'm pretty sure that's where it was but there's no evidence that it was stolen."
Robin wrote down notes as the man spoke. "Don't worry Mr. Wright... We'll try our best to solve this."
Mr. Wright frowned, appearing older than he was. "I fired all the security guard. They should have been watching. Training my behind!"
"Hey!" Cyborg shouted, trying to catch their attention. He was standing on the Tamaranean princesses shoulder, evaluating a camera.
"This was hacked!" He pulled a dart away from it. "I can trace the code back to the place of purchase."
Robin smiled at the older man in front of him. "See? We have evidence."
Mr. Wright returned the smile. "That's great news."
"Anything else?!" Robin called to the others, in an improved mood.
Raven shook her head and floated over. "I am unable to trace any presence of emotions here."
Starfire put the metal man down easily. "Does that mean we can leave? I want to tend to Beast Boy." She sounded a bit depressed and the other two realized it, especially Raven due to empathic powers.
"I will stay here for a while, but you guys can leave." Robin said with a hint of glee in his voice, completely ignoring the fact that his girlfriend is upset.
Cyborg clunked over to his leader leaning down and pulling him aside.
"If you don't mind." He said to Mr. Wright, dragging Robin away. "Do you think this case is connected to the 'Seeker' file?"
Robin shrugged. "I doubt it, but the option is still open. I'm glad we're in action."
His friend gave him a half-smile. "Yeah... Just hurry back with a movie... Why do you wanna stay anyway?"
"I want to get the information of these security guards. I'll be back soon."
Cyborg nodded and walked off. "Let's go guys! We can get BB a pizza!"
Robin turned back to the man. "Can you take me to your files?"
