Database rebooting…systems accruing to normal status quo…scanning for feasible virus entry… conclusion: none…rebooting audio…commencing audio enhancing…complete.
"How's it coming Rob?"
"He'll be back online any moment now." Voice identification…Superboy…Robin. Visuals accruing…commencing visual enhancement…complete. Red Tornado's visuals blinked on to see Robin leaning over him smiling. A quick scan of the room viewed most of the members of Young Justice were there excluding Impulse.
"Arrowette, would you be as kind to inform me of what has recently occurred here?" Red Tornado asked looking beyond Robin and slowly climbing to his feet. As far as Red Tornado knew, Robin had been unstable and could possibly go insane again. Although, he seemed to have recently performed some repairs on him. He awaited an answer curiously.
"We don't have time to explain this to Red." WonderGirl stated pacing nervously around the room. "We need to go!"
"WonderGirl's right," Robin said turning to the his teammates, "You best get going. Red, you will stay here with me, Marina, and Bart."
"Where will the others be?" Red Tornado questioned concernedly.
"Cissie, SB, Suzie, and I will be going to the D.E.O about now! I hate to sound like Bart but let's get going already." Cassie complained crossing her arms in worry.
"I do not sound like that!" Impulse stuck out his tongue rudly. His sudden appearance had startled everyone.
"As the parental gaurdian of this team it would be vital that I know of what reason you are-" Before Red Tornado had a chance to finish his sentence, Bart (as predicted), spoke up.
"Why are we going to the D.E.O? Weren't you insane Rob? Why do I have a black eye?"
"I'll explain this all in a minute," Robin said gritting his teeth a little, "why don't you four go. We'll keep in contact via headset. OK?"
Not OK! Marina glared at Rob. I can't just stay behind! I was so lucky that I got to escape, it's not fair to everyone else that's trapped there. Maybe…maybe I can help them. While Young Justice gets the cure, I'll free the others! It'll even create a distraction! Marina crafted the plan in her head as the four others started to leave. No! I have to go with them…how am I gonna…
"We better not go by Super-Cycle. Too noisy. We'll just fly there. Hey Cissie, I'll carry ya." Superboy offered.
"Why do you want to carry her?" WonderGirl asked crossing her arms aggravated.
"Well," Secret started, "its just Superboy is practically covered head to toe. It'd be harder for Arrowette to get infected if he carried her than if you did."
"I doubt that's the reason." WonderGirl muttered under her breath as she glared at Superboy.
"We ready to go?" Arrowette asked looking around the chamber. The three nodded and they took off toward the entrance of the cave. Little did they know that as they had their travel discussion, a small puddle of water decided to join their journey.
"Are you sure they aren't going to just take the solution, Sir?"
"I would say yes, Cliff, but they might not be in the right mind. Are the agents set up?"
"They're in position, Sir." Cliff stood at attention in the presence of Lutwidge.
"Excellent. I want frequent perimeter checks and make sure the tower guards are awake this time." Lutwidge paced around the room tensely. The night had dragged on like no other he had ever experienced. The darkness loomed over the D.E.O as a premonition yet to come. Not even the moon would shine on that night.
The forest around the D.E.O barely made a noise. As if the entire life of the woods had been sucked out. The only sound that escaped from the dark forest was the occasionally perimeter check and the crunching of the dried leaves beneath the agents feet.
A lone agent shivered in the midst of the obscurity. His hand was frequently quaking as he crouched low in the bushes knowing they would be no protection from his mistake. A chance. One last chance to prove himself to his co-workers. To Lutwidge. To himself. The humiliation of his recent screw-up had scarred agent Johnson. There was no life for him outside the D.E.O's walls. Not for him. This last chance is all he needs. If he were to get in favor of Lutwidge, he might just keep his job.
Fog circled around his ankles as he starred up into the bleakness of the night's sky. His sight began to fail him as fog enclosed. Johnson swallowed a large lump in his throat and reported back to the main control. "Sir? We may have a problem out here…"
