Manhattan, New York
July 10, 2020
8:48 PM
"I uh, I don't understand." He said, the man on the other side of the counter glared at him.
"Your card is rejected," The cashier monotonously replied with an annoyed gaze on the seventeen year old boy.
"I mean, I just got a paycheck last week," The boy said, the cashier handed him back his card which the boy slipped back into his wallet.
"Take it up with the bank kid," He said, the boy was dismayed. He shoved his hands into his pockets and left the counter, leaving behind a box of twelve packs of Ramen, and a two liter of Orange Soda.
The auburn haired boy walked out of the store into the pouring rain and pulled his hoodie over his head, putting his hands back into his pockets.
He looked left, then right and walked to his right. Fading into the crowded Manhattan streets the boy blended in easily, none suspecting that he really did not belong in this scene.
"Guess I'm going to the bank," He mumbled softly and then he speed walked to the nearest subway station.
Cave Justice, Boston, Massachusetts
July 10, 2020
8:55 PM
"Lean into your punch Tanya," Stephanie ordered Tanya as the two spared. Tanya, easily upset, growled at Steph and grew her fist larger than Batgirl's torso and punched the blonde into the wall.
"Oh my god!" Tanya shrieked, "Stephanie I am so sorry."
Laughing Stephanie wiped her forehead and got back up.
"It's fine," She said, "Least we know you can land a good punch Power Girl."
In the corner of the room Damian with his arms crossed over his chest scoffed with a laugh. He shook his head and turned to his cousin Connor with a smirk.
"I wouldn't say it was good," Damian snickered, Conner made a swiping motion at his neck and Damian ignored the signal to shut up and kept going.
"Liker seriously, the only reason it had an effect was because a metahuman ability was used to augment it."
Everyone glared at the current Boy Wonder with raised eyebrows and disdain.
"What, part of team building is honesty, right?" Damian said defensively, "Want me to lie and say that I thought it was a perfect punch?"
"You're a dick, you know that?" Connor chuckled after almost a minute of no one responding.
"They're just soft." Damian sneered, he turned his back to walk out of the dojo then red lights flashed throughout the cave and the others ran out of the room before him. "Wait up!"
In the war room Batgirl and Red Robin stood waiting for the covert team to arrive. Damian was the last to enter the room, ramming into Nate's back on accident and almost knocking the speedster down. Without so much as apologizing Damian looked away and walked past the Kid Flash.
Nate glared at Damian with contempt and rolled his eyes.
"As you know The Light is no more," Tim started, his gaze falling on Damian for a moment then reverting back to the full team, "But many of their operatives still operate smaller criminal organizations of their own."
"We've tracked H.I.V.E, the organization formerly in charge of The Light's genetic experiments, Brother Blood is no longer at its head, now Harvest is leading their pack."
"Who's this Harvest?" Violet asked.
"Glad you asked Vi, because we don't know, all we know is that a man calling himself Harvest has taken control of H.I.V.E, we can only assume that he must've already been part of the organization." Tim answered.
"Okay, so what's the mission," Rose asked.
"Alpha Squad, consisting of Ravager, Robin, Kid Flash, Power Girl and myself will track down Grant Wilson, a known member of H.I.V.E, The Terminator broke himself out of Belle Reve Prison a month ago and has resurfaced in Omaha," Tim said, "The rest of you are staying behind, when we find out where H.I.V.E is operating from you will bust into their lair led by Batgirl."
Rose sighed, she stared at the hologram image of her brother's mugshot next to Red Robin. Great, she thought to herself. Guessing I'm only tagging along because I grew up Grant?
Shit, did I say that out loud?
No one answered her thought, she let a small sigh of relief and followed Red Robin and the others to the Zeta Tubes
Manhattan, New York
July 10, 2020
9:24 PM
"Name?" The teller asked the seventeen year old boy who walked up to her.
"Peter, Parker." He answered.
The woman on the other side of the counter quickly typed the name 'Peter Parker' into the computer and waited as it slowly loaded up the boy's bank record. A record that was only six months long.
Peter waited patiently but started to get nervous when the teller's face hardened and glared at the screen.
"Mr. Parker, it seems that your account is empty," She said at last.
"What do you mean?" Peter protested, "I just got paid this last week, did I not deposit it?"
"You did, it's gone now," She answered, "Do you remember making any recent purchases?"
He shook his head. She took a good look at him, up and down, left and right.
"I'm assuming you wouldn't order any prescription drugs lately?" She asked.
"Well I haven't had surgery recently so no," Peter said slowly.
"Well in order to order a prescription anyways you must be eighteen, your seventeen as it says here," She said.
Peter nodded.
"I'm going to have to freeze your account," She said, and Peter's heart stopped.
Omaha, Nebraska
July 10, 2020
10:08 PM
"Bourbon," Grant said sitting down at the bar, wearing a white and blue flannel and a black cowboy hat. The bartender, a small and pretty woman nodded to him with a smile and turned around to get the bottle.
Grant peered over his shoulder, then over his other one. A glare around the small bar.
"Shot?" She asked.
Without looking at her Grant responded, "No shit."
The bartender poured him a glass and strolled to her next customer.
Tanya walked into the bar and noticed the empty seat next to Grant, wearing a tight dress and her dark curly hair in one front bun she moaned of despair, why'd she have to be the one to get him out of the bar?
Tanya walked over to the empty barstool and sat down, only using her eyes to look over at Grant who didn't notice her.
"So," She muttered trying to fake a sense of confidence, "I thought cowboys drank whiskey?"
"Bourbon is whiskey," Grant mumbled into his drink.
"I mean, Jack D," She recovered.
"I hate Jack," Grant said, Tanya was thinking she didn't need to put the tracker into his drink, this dude was drinking straight alcohol almost.
Tanya sighed and looked around, she slipped her arms discreetly out of her sleeves. Grant glared at her, this girl was weird.
"How old are you?" He asked, noticing how soft and lean her features really were.
"As old as you want me to be," It took her several moments to think of that response.
Grant stood up and put the empty shot glass down as well as the two dollars it cost.
"Go back to your parents kid, come back in seven years," Grant said walking out of the bar.
The sixteen year old Tanya Spears scoffed in offense that he thought she was fourteen.
"Red, Terminator is out of the bar and on the move," She whispered into the comm, standing up and grabbing her small foldover purse.
*I read you Power Girl, Robin just finished putting a tracker on his bike,* Tim said.
"Good because I didn't plant mine into his drink," She said staring at the shot glass, "He was done before I came in."
Manhattan, New York
July 10, 2020
10:49 PM
In Spanish Harlem a small girl sat waiting for a man to quit rummaging around in the trunk of his car for her hormones. When she wasn't looking the man poured about 2,000 mg of Oxycodone into the bottle of Estrogen.
On the lamppost above them, a boy wearing a red and navy blue suit with black and white lining watched as the man walked over to the girl with the bag of sex hormones.
"Said you didn't have all the money kid?" He asked, unbenounced to him Peter wearing his spiersuit jumped down quietly behind the Cadillac and peered into the trunk and saw bags upon bags of different prescription drugs crushed into fine powers.
He also found a duffel bag full of stolen credit cards and stacks of bills. Under his mask Peter smirked and then jumped onto the cars roof before the creep drug dealer continued to make the young girl do anything she'd regret.
"Identity theft, drug trafficing and soliciting sex with a minor?" Peter asked with a chuckle, the man turned around and dropped the hormones, the girl went down to pick them up but Peter shot a web out of his wrist web shooter to keep that bag on the ground.
"Wouldn't touch that kid," Peter said, "Dickhead here dumped enough Oxy into it to kill you."
The drug dealer made an inaudible growl behind gritted teeth and a golden grill. He reached to his back and pulled a Glock17 from between his pants and ass, he pointed it at Peter and fired it once.
Peter smirked and caught the bullet before it hit him in the nose. He turned the bullet around in front of his face and peered at it curiously. He blew on it and threw it down to the ground.
"What the fuck!" The dealer shouted and he started to fire the rest of that clip, Peter webbed the hood of the car and pulled it up to him and used it as a shield and then threw it at the dealer's feet.
The dealer toppled to the ground and dropped the gun. He tried to grab it and Peter webbed his hand to the ground. He then webbed the other hand and his legs to the concrete.
He jumped down to the ground and kicked the gun away from the dealer and reached into the dealer's back pocket and grabbed his trap phone. He dialed 9-11 and put it up to his face.
"Yeah, I found a drug dealer, citizen's arrest," Peter said, he then gave the address of the alley and hung up.
He noticed that the girl hadn't ran off, she stared at him in awe.
"I would've died," She whispered, Peter nodded and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Go home kid," He said, as the sirens started to whir, "You don't belong out here at night."
"I kinda live out here at night," She said, "My parents-"
"Tell ya what, there's a women and children's shelter up the road, actually you can see it from here," He said, "What's your name."
"Carson," She muttered.
"No, what is your name," Peter asked.
"Carrie, Carrie Kelly," She answered with a smile.
"Tomorrow morning I'll show up at that shelter," Peter said, "I better learn you got yourself a bed there Carrie Kelly."
Carrie smiled and hugged Peter tightly then ran off towards the direction of that shelter.
"Who the hell are you?" The dealer muttered on the ground, Peter smiled and webbed the guy's mouth shut.
He web zipped up to the fire escape and looked down at his little crime bust. He smiled and breathed in the cold New York City air.
"I'm Spider-Man," He said, he then fired a web at the top of the building and swung out of the alley just as the police arrived with guns pointed at the drug dealer webbed to the ground.
"It was that spider vigilante again," One officer muttered looking up to the sky.
Omaha, Nebraska
July 10, 2020
11:11 PM
Grant drove into his garage and closed the door using the handle on the door and then walked to his kitchen door and shut it behind him. He turned on the lights to see his sister Rose sitting at his table.
"What do you want?" He asked, walking over to her, blissfully unaware of Robin's presence, hanging from the vent behind him.
"To talk Grant," Rose answered.
"Then talk," Grant said, then he felt a sting on the side of his neck and turned around to see Robin who had blown a dart into him, "You son of a-"
Grant, unconscious, fell over onto the counter and knocked several glasses and bowls down with him on his way to the ground.
Damian leapt down from the ceiling onto the white tiled floor, he jumped over Grant's limp body and he and Rose ran over to the desktop computer behind Grant's worn red couch.
Rose ran past and opened the front door, letting in Nate, Tanya and Tim.
Tim closed the door softly and locked it. He ran over to the desktop and jumped into the desk chair, grabbing the mouse with his right hands and the keyboard with his left he turned the computer on, his and the team's faces being illuminated by bright blue.
Tim reached for his left glove and pulled out a USB adapter to his holocomputer and tried to put it into the computer box, only to learn that Grant had taken some kind of clay or putty to plug the USB drive holes as well as a MicroUSB and even the headphone jack.
"Okay, I guess we're doing this the old fashioned way," Tim sighed, "Everyone go look for any kind of paper he might've written a password on."
"Who writes their passwords down?" Damian scoffed.
"Literally anyone who has more than one for several different accounts," Tanya said, she ran over to the bookshelf and Robin jumped over the couch and looked in the cabinet under the television.
Nate ran off to the bedroom, while Tim stayed at the desk and looked through the drawers.
Rose looked around as the others searched desperately for Grant's password book and then she walked over to the kitchen and looked around. She directed her attention to the toaster, one side of it had a piece of moldy bread, surely Grant would've thrown that away by now?
She pulled on the piece of bread to see that it was only a quarter of a slice and underneath it was a small pocket book, smirking she used the wooden tongs next to the toaster to pull it out.
"Found it!" Rose shouted, running back over to the computer and tossing it to TIm.
Red Robin opened the book and flipped through its pages till he found "Desktop" written down.
He put the book on the desk and started typing the password.
"DadsFave?" Nate asked, reading the password aloud. Slack jawed, Rose rolled her eyes and groaned. She turned to her brother and flipped him off.
The computer opened and the desktop was displayed in front of them, cluttered with documents all over the place in disorderly fashion.
"Geez, clean your desktop dude," Tim muttered.
"Should've seen his room," Nate snickered, nudging Tanya on the shoulder only for her to shake her head to his dismay.
"What are you even looking for?" Damian asked.
"Files related to H.I.V.E." Rose answered.
"Wait," Nate said, "Tim, open that one."
Tim did as told and his face went white.
"Who's Isobella Chen?" Rose asked.
"One of the metateen rescued from Vertigo when he was in control in Vlativa," Tim said, "More importantly to H.I.V.E. and The Light, the one who's testimony got Brother Blood, Lex Luthour and Eobard Thawne all life without possibility of parole."
"Only one reason for Grant to have file on her, and to be living only down the road from her high school," Tanya said, "He's an assassin."