It had been a long day, and everyone needed to sleep. Anna took longer, afraid of what she would see when she closed her eyes. Eventually exhaustion claimed her.
Greg was in the middle of a firefight, cutting through people with his sword. The last of the twenty opponents fell and he turned to the doorway behind him, "Any luck?"
Deathstroke appeared, "Yes. I got the information that we need."
"Good," looking over the bodies, "They might have friends. We should get out of here." The two ran out of the room.
Then the scene changed. It showed Lex Luther in his bald headed glory standing in a huge expensive office with his hands on his desk and his back to a subordinate. "What do you mean, he escaped."
It was a nervous voice that answered as the thirty year old spoke, "The test subject had help."
Luther turned around, "Who?" He demanded.
"We don't know." The younger man took an unconscious step back at the look of fury. "They were wearing costumes, some similar to the Justice League."
With a slow nod Luther accepted and processed that information. Then he turned away again, "Find the subject. Terminate it if necessary."
"Yes sir." The younger man ran off.
Luther studied a map, "Is it possible. Have they returned?"