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Cassie's POV

"Oh my Gods." Leo muttered. Just "Oh my Gods," and then silence as we took in this scientific atrocity.

The room was lined with pods. Pods kind of like the Reach ones, only these had tubes stuck in them. Tubes no doubt hooked in to the poor unconscious people inside.

The tubes were pumping blood. In and out of the victims, like a kidney dialysis designed by Doctor Doom. All the tubes led to a massive machine in the center of the room. It was about the size of a tipped over refrigerator. There was a huge window in the middle, halfway full of this weird semi-translucent liquid. Maybe it was just my imagination, but the yellow bile almost seemed to glow.

"Is... is that ichor?" Emma whispered faintly. She'd latched on to the nearest person like he was a security blanket (it happened to be Blue Beetle, who was muttering what sounded like a prayer in Spanish).

I felt strangely lightheaded, sort of like I wasn't really there. Like this was all just a terrible scene in a movie I was watching.

Robin took a deep breath and straightened his back. "This... 'ichor' is the blood of the gods. Demigods, being half god half human, must all have some mixed in with their normal blood. That;s probably why they can withstand the food of the gods, the 'nectar and ambrosia' you've told me about." He said this monotonously, his face completely blank. "These people are filtering it from the blood, perhaps in order to study it or use it on themselves. We can't unattached them because we don't know how to do it without killing them. Now if you'll excuse me-" he promptly turned away, stepped forward and began to hurl.

"This is wrong." I muttered. "This is so, so incredibly wrong."

We slowly, tentatively started to move forward, stepping carefully over the tubes covering the floor. Robin made his way to the computer and started hacking it, while the other three just stood there, aimlessly.

Me, I made the horrible mistake of looking into a pod. The boy in it had barely reached puberty, but he looked pale and... deflated, like a balloon someone pokes a hole in. I involuntarily shuddered.

"Sweet Christ Almighty..." Emma muttered nearby. I couldn't tell if that was a prayer, a swear or a little bit of both.

"We gotta get out of here." I whispered. I couldn't stay here any more. I couldn't look at this.

Two ridiculously muscled goons in kevlar stepped out of a door nearby.

"Hey!"

In a strange way, they were a godsend.

Robin's POV

I swore to myself as a crouched silent in my perch. We had attacked the two guards, but they were on something, something like venom, that made them impossibly strong. Blue Beetle had been knocked out and Wondergirl had been collared and captured. I barely managed to launch a smokescreen and get away, but when I did it I found that Emma and Leo had already run for it, the cowards.

Although I suppose they would call it "combat pragmatism".

The goons, and their friend, were searching the building high and low for us. I'd found a remarkable spot high in a corner of a warehouse, out of the sight of cameras and out of the reach of the blaring red alarm lights.

"Hey! Lemme go!" Behind me marched a pair of guards (they always marched in pairs, I noted) carrying Leo. Literally, they were so tall they could pick him hum by the back of his shirt and carry him.

"I am an American citizen dammit, and I demand to be treated like one! This is unconstitutional and I-" The goon growled in his face. "Okay shutting up now."

That left me and possibly Emma free from the manhunt. I hoped she was having more luck than I was.

Knowing her, she's probably long gone by now.

Unlike Emma, I couldn't leave my friends in danger like this. But I also couldn't fight these guys alone.

I needed help, and fast.

Emma's POV

I needed help, and fast.

As soon as those two guys showed up, I did what I always do when someone catches me trespassing. Run like hell.

Unfortunately, I ran the wrong way, and now I was stuck racing through the halls, dodging bad guys left and right.

Another pair lunged at me, and I skittered into a nearby lab, slamming to door shut behind me and locking it frantically.

I panted for breath in the darkened room, listening to them pounding on the doors.

When I flicked on the light switch, two more were standing behind me. They lunged forward, but I held up my hands in surrender.

"Stop! Please, just stop! It's over, okay man? I'll come, I'll come, just please, don't hurt me!" I may have been crazy, but I sure wasn't stupid.

The goons looked at each other and shrugged, surprised. I guess they were expecting some kind of fight. One wrenched my arms around my back, and we started walking forward. They didn't even take off my backpack. I guess sometimes it pays off to be small, pathetic and unassuming looking.

As we marched down the halls, I studied my attackers up close. At first, they looked human, albeit extraordinarily fit. But now, I could see traces of green scales showing under the facade of normal skin. And it may have been my imagination, but one of them blinked sideways, like a lizard.

Fantastic. I'd seen these guys before. Homo lacerto, Lizard People. But the one I'd seen, Skidvin, wasn't anywhere near as imposing as these two guys. Maybe he was a runt.

But, however big and scary these two looked, they were still immune to Celestial bronze and other Mythos elements. As discreetly as I could, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the gluestick.

"Pop." went the cap.

"Poof." went the lacerto behind me as the three foot tip went right through his spleen. Before the other could react I swung around and vaporized him too.

Though the goons were dust, their body armor and weaponry remained.

"Man, I wish I'd thought of a badass one-liner before I killed them." I muttered to myself as I strapped the kevlar, which was too big for me to wear, onto my backpack to use as a shield. Alas, I was just going to have to wait till next time.

I continued my sprinting down random corridors (by this time I had become hopelessly lost) only instead of dodging my attackers I stabbed and sliced them.

"Eat bronze! Nah, too boring. F*** you, asshole. Nah, too Arnold. Ooh, someone's been a bad lizard*. That one's just stupid." I muttered to myself as I diced through goon after goon, each of them exploding into golden dust behind me. Some of them fired their guns at me, but the backpack-shield worked like a charm.

Unfortunately, as the adrenaline wore off, I began to slow down, my breathing became ragged. I knew that one good (or semi-decent) hit could take me out. Any time I gave my enemies to react could be deadly.

Somehow, I needed to pick up the pace. Now.

Blue's POV

Wake up, Jaime Reyes.

I opened my eyes, squinting at the bright lights around me. As I tried to groan and stretch, I realized I was completely paralyzed, propped up against a metal wall with my Team. Two metal rods that looked like something out of a sci-fi stood on either side of us.

Relativistic electron blockers on either sides has removed all kinetic energy from the immediate area. We are almost completely immobilized.

I surveyed my surroundings (it was the only thing I could do). We were in a lab, a very high tech lab. I couldn't turn my head, but to the left I heard the mechanical whooshing of a door, and then the whirr of a machine moving forward.

"Ah, all mes invités are up. Monsieur Mallah, finish ze expérimenter as I entertain our guests."

*Anyone who can guess that reference gets a cookie.

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