Two hours before T-Hour
The Kent Farm
Smallville, Kansas
Snow had fallen on Smallville. The Kent farm was lively this year. There was more than one Kryptonian this year and one brought along his wife. It was always a happy household in this piece Americana. Jonathan and Martha Kent were salt of the Earth. They were the perfect parents to raise Kal-El of Krypton who would forever be Clark Kent to them.
"CLARK KENT!" came Martha Kent's disgusted voice, "Don't you take a peak at those presents!" As she saw him looking intently on the well wrapped and shiny gifts under the Christmas tree.
"MA!"
Conner Kent and Kara Kent laughed hard. They'd never seen Kal-El so human before.
Kon-El, cloned from Kal-El, aka Conner Kent (as he was enrolled in Smallville high) found it remarkable. He once thought that Clark Kent was the disguise and Superman the real thing. He didn't understand at all. The world's greatest hero was a Kansas farm boy.
Kara whose bluest blue eyes sparkled while she was laughing hard, had the opportunity once to see the Clark disguise while he showed her the sites in Metropolis. But not like this. Kal was very human tonight, almost like a kid with innocence spread across his face.
"Kara could you help me out here, a bit?" Lois called from the kitchen.
"Sure Lois," Kara was still smiling as walked to the kitchen while mother and son were in the living room laughing now. Kal- Clark had a bad habit of peaking at his presents, she was told. She caught Kon-El's eyes as she passed him and it seemed to her, he couldn't figure Kal out. For Kara Zor-El, Kal-El was the real person and not this Superman or this Clark Kent. But it was really hard to figure him out.
Lois looked at Kara and noticed at once the bright blue eyes of her husband's only living relative, and not the easiest thing to hide behind those glasses he wore.
"Kal is sooo..." Kara asked.
"Human," Lois finished for her. "He is something, isn't he?" Lois smiled as she said it. "When we first met, he was this newbie reporter who kept beating me to exclusives. He be the first on scene even after I ditched him. Of course, I didn't know at the time, he cheated."
She saw Kara's questioning look. It was ludicrous that Kal-El would cheat. "I didn't know he could... do all the things he could." Lois explained.
"Did you know that Clark has a Pulitzer? Its the Top Award for journalism." She explained for Kara.
"He did!" And all at once Kara was proud of her cousin.
"Yes! He loves writing and is really good at it but not as much as making a difference in the world." Lois paused. "He wants to make use of these gifts he has and make the world slightly better place. He can be this... big boy scout, a dreamer sometimes. I thought it was all an act once. But he'll save people's lives, put his own life on the line with or without his gifts. I realized that deep down thats who he is, there's no pretense."
"He is Superman," Conner called from behind them. Helping them with the china for their dinner.
"Thats right," Kara said with finality.
Lois smiled at her husband's relatives and all of a sudden thinking like they were her kids as well. Was this her subconscious saying, its the right time to have kids?
From two meters away, Clark could hear them talking and just smiled and help his father move the living room couch.
ONE HOUR before T-hour
The home of Jay and Joan Garrick
KEYSTONE CITY
"THIS IS wonderful Joan," Linda told Joan Garrick as they were feasting on a well cooked meal prepared by Jay's wife.
Wally looked around the table and saw the smiling faces of the people important to him. There was Bart Allen, Barry's grandchild from the future who was, he had to admit coming along much better since being Kid Flash.
There's Jay and Joan of course- Jay being the first Flash. He was like a grandfather to Wally. And Jessie, a speedster as well and a close family friend.
Then there's his wife, sitting beside him. It has been a crazy year with so many ups and downs. Especially after Boomerang was killed.
Wally West, undoubtedly the fastest man alive was very much happy to be surrounded by his family. What could ruin this day?
ONE Hour before T-Hour
Wayne Manor
Gotham City
DEATH HAD descended upon this house more often than most, Alfred Pennyworth thought once. This year had been no different though he hoped it would had been. The year previous to this had his charge, Bruce Wayne accused of murdering a former girlfriend whose body was left here in this manor.
This year was even worst. Another child was lost to them. Granted, she was not as gifted as the other children now sitting around this table. But her desire to fight crime and uphold justice was just as or even greater than these exceptional individuals. Then a few days later, Tim Drake became an orphan like his mentor, his father killed by a deranged woman, Alfred thanked God above she was now locked away at Arkham Asylum.
It had so far been a quiet meal as snow quietly blanketed Gotham. Dick Grayson ate and sat and talked normal enough but gone was the sparkling eyes. He would normally go out of his way to make the event a happy one. But with all the changes in his life, the boy wonder would not be cracking jokes.
Bruce and the kids made small talk and avoided "shop talk", the latter upon the insistence of Alfred their ever reliable "grandfather". Of the kids, it was ironic that Cassandra Cain, Batgirl who was liveliest of all. She had only quiet recently learned how to speak after unable to do so for most of her life.
She spoke to Bruce and Dick about her experiences in the 'Haven. Bruce, uncustomary had praised her on her improvements. Though her reading skills were speed of molasses slow in developing, she had started to make life a bit normal. For the world's deadliest martial artist, it was a deadly weakness that she could not read.
Secretly, Alfred wished she'd be able to get out more often, walk the streets, after all the world's greatest martial artist will mean nothing if she did not develop human interaction outside of their small group.
Bruce was most worried about Tim. He was not the happy child that discovered his and Dick's secret lives. It was understandable with the tragedies in their lives. Bruce wished he could do something with it, but knew better.
After the meal complete, Tim and Cassie excused themselves. They were going back to the 'Haven. Tim needed to visit his stepmother and uncharacteristically, Cassie offered to keep him company. The Boy Wonder agreed.
Bruce had asked Dick early on to patrol for him over Gotham. He was on his way to the Justice League Watchtower.
"Don't tell me you volunteered to sit on Monitor Duty? Its Christmas!" Dick was a reserve member of the League.
"No, sparing session with Diana... and to check up on things."
"Sure, no problem." It was for Diana after all, Dick thought.
Both men hurried to suit up. Dick leaving the cave for the City. Bruce on the other hand walked towards the transporter that would beam him to the Watchtower.
45 Minutes before T-Hour
4,000 Feet below
Indian Ocean
AN AGING Typhoon-class ballistic nuclear submarine, renamed Holocaust sank beneath the waves and headed towards the fault line off Indonesia's Sumatra Island.
The old Russian submarine was operated by a skeleton crew of 26 with most running the reactor section and dive control. The ship was not armed save for the nuclear tip warhead being prepared by a team of four.
On the bridge, a dark hooded man commanded his men expertly as the finest drill Sargent. He made them rush to install the system. By his count only thirty minutes left on their scheduled time for detonation.
45 MINUTES before T-Hour
Hidden Airfield
Aceh, Indonesia
DAVID CAIN walked in the humid jungle in Northern Indonesia. He had finished training these Islamic Militants. They were now ready to fight the Indonesian Government. David Cain was an assassin. He was the best in the world until he failed in his assignment to discredit Bruce Wayne, an assignment that he executed pleasurably to take revenge on the man for stealing his daughter from him.
Incarcerated for months, he escaped and disappeared. He didn't want to go back to work. What was there to go back to? His only daughter resented him so much, she joined The Batman's clan.
But then work hunted him.
Cain was hired to train these idiots. These uneducated zealot militants where farmers once- but the money lured talent and it didn't take much to shoot and aim. Someone with huge cash had paid him to supply the Islamic Militants of Northern Indonesia with weapons and training. And so he did. It was good money. He didn't care what they were going to do with it, though he had a pretty good idea what. No one was that stupid.
Then he got a call this morning. Encrypted 30 second instruction- it was important to keep such calls brief, Echelon and everybody else was always listening. The order was simple. Fly a plane a few hundred kilometers off Sumatra Island. He was to pickup a crew from the sea and to fly them off to Africa. And he was to keep the plane under the radar. It paid twice the amount they offered the training gig.
"Not a problem," Cain had replied. He had a plane and enough fuel to make it happen. He just received the signal. It would take him 20 minutes to get into position.
30 Minutes before T-hour
Justice League Watchtower
The Moon
MAJOR DISASTER was a member of the JLA Elite squad. Technically he's a reserve member of the Justice League. It also meant he got the most lousy monitor duty, standing watch on Christmas Eve and Day, no less. He didn't argue as much. He'd have New Year's free.
"Major Disaster."
"Whoa!" Booker was surprised and almost spilled his coffee. He didn't even hear Batman come in and neither did the alert systems on the transporter. How does he do that? Booker asked himself.
"Report," The Batman ordered. It was Christmas and he still looked spooky.
"All systems are nominal, chief!" Major Disaster replied. "All's quiet."
"I'll be at the training level." With that the Batman left the monitor womb without even hearing Disaster's acknowledgment and headed two levels up and three corridors down.
When he opened the room, The Batman's mind recorded Diana's movements as she practiced not to mention her intoxicating perfume that had filled the small practice room.
"You're a minute early," Was all she said as her bo staff made a swish.
"Non-standard weapons today." The Batman said in his spooky voice, almost whispering.
"No batarangs then." She smiled as the words left her lips.
It was difficult for Bruce to see her like this. Her beautiful blue eyes covered, destroyed. She looked like justice. He set aside his thoughts on the subject. All of a sudden, she flew in the air, Bo Staff on hand and aimed right at the Dark Knight.
The Batman knew the moment he stepped into the room that their sparing session had begun. Typical Diana, he thought. He had half expected her to greet him with an attack. Gotham's Dark Knight reached behind him. He was prepared. He had brought escrima fighting sticks but did not yet reveal his weapon.
As Diana descended upon him, he had fully wrapped himself with his dark cape just a second before the bo-staff hit him, he step aside and somersaulted back. Diana would have expected him to jump forward, he knew and he was right. Diana had rolled her right leg to have met his landing.
He could hear her disappointment but she quickly recovered and turned her attention where she had heard him land. This time, The Batman met her blow with the hidden fighting sticks he had brought with him.
"Escrima? Isn't this more like Dick's style?" Wonder Woman asked.
"Yes," Was all the reply Diana would get. She knew of course why. Diana's mind processed this. He was practicing to prepare himself for a day if he had to fight his own son. This angered her, she did not know why. And her blows were even deadlier at this thought.
She would be thinking that I'm using this as a way to practice using this sort of weapon against Dick or to know how it feels like to use them. The Batman's mind thought. Sometimes, he found it difficult to admit, he just needed the practice.
"Its been a difficult year, hasn't it?" Diana asked as Bruce connected with a side kick. But it would take more than that to knock an Amazon Queen down and she replied with her own punch which hit Bruce dead center to the chest when she swung to her right. She was not holding much back. "What has become of Gotham now that Black Mask has gathered the Crime Families together?"
"An even more deadly place." The Batman replied as he picked himself up and entered into the offensive. Running towards her then he flew and let loose a flying kick which she had easily deflected. It was such an obvious move.
"Dick said you had sent Tim and Cassie off to the 'Haven? Wouldn't you need more help now that the police is hunting you down?"
"Tim needed to be away from the tragedies that Gotham reminded him and to give his stepmother the best quality care Bludhaven had to offer. Cassie though good needed to learn somethings with Tim... normal stuff. They can help each other out and the 'Haven needed a guardian angel without Nightwing there. It works out. You're talking to Dick now?"
It shocked Diana that he had answered her question. It was the longest two sentences he'd spoken during their training session.
"Yes, I talk to him." Then she quickly changed the subject. "Is that why Nightwing's in Gotham, to help you out instead of the kids?" Diana asked as she deflected Bruce's attack.
"The 'kids' are safer in the 'Haven".
Then she moved from defense to offense and Bruce fell to the ground and she pinned him there. He was worried about them. Bruce is always worried about his kids but what parent didn't?
"Don't you want to talk about Spoiler?" It took nearly a minute for Bruce to respond. She knew it was the Batman who answered her.
"She was a soldier lost in battle" as she turned the tables on him and the Batman found himself pinned on his back. Diana did not press him on the issue. She could feel his pain. Diana knew, it was for another day so she let go for now.
Instead she asked, changing the topic once again and grinning, "Getting tired?" This close, it grazed Bruce's mind, it would have been nice to look her in those beautiful blue eyes. Then she kicked herself free, sending Bruce across the room. Remarkably he executed a flawless landing. The Dark Knight was still on his feet. "It took you more than thirty seconds to get out of that hold. You were stalling for air!"
"I wasn't!" She grunted and went on the offensive once more.
"Really?" He knew he had gotten to her. It was a minor victory as she met him head on.
As his fighting stick connected with her bo-staff she said, "Did Victor report to you what happened to that Titan's mission in Opal City a week ago when they were out to retrieve Luthor's armor?"
"No, I just know they failed to retrieve the target."
"Cassie- Wonder Girl told me Tim broke down after they were fighting the Electrocutioner. He was pretty much stricken with grief. Cassie was troubled by it. I thought you should know."
"I have everything under control, Diana".
"Sure you do," she said with a knowing smile. "How about Cassie? Batgirl I mean? How's she doing? Hai!" Diana kicked him and Bruce landed on his back.
"She's doing fine." He spoke five seconds after standing back up and after a series of counterattacks, knocks Diana on her back. "You two should spar."
"Why? Because you're getting too old and too slow? Haven't you noticed by know that I've been giving you some breathing time? Think she'd be quick enough? Last longer? Didn't you have a no-meta plan for her?" Diana said with good humor as she knocked Bruce across the practice floor for the fifth time since they started.
As quickly as she had thrown him down, Bruce stood up. Walked across the room and crouched into another fighting stance.
"You know this is fun." Bruce didn't answer her back, he used his cape to trick Diana and as expected, she was relying on her hearing too much, had followed the false movement of the cape.
"Best date, we've had in awhile," she said turning to her right. Diana knew then, Bruce was toying with her.
Another flutter of cape and she used her strength to hit with her bo-staff. She didn't even catch the end of the Batman's cape. Then without warning, The Batman swung his escrima fighting stick to her- catching her by surprise! Diana fell to the ground. And she smiled. "Caught me there."
With another move, The Batman had pinned her to the training mat.
"You never told me your fourth reason why it was a bad idea to date." Bruce smiled at her statement, if ever so slightly. Somehow though blind, Diana knew she made the grim brooding Batman smile.
The klaxon sounded and that was when all hell broke lose again.
Wonder Woman and The Batman picked themselves up and ran towards the Monitor Womb amidst Major Disaster's frantic calls.
As they exited the training level, Wonder Woman muttered to herself, "Got away again."
Zero Hour
THE NUCLEAR device secured beside a mammoth nuclear reactor of a Typhoon-class Ballistic Nuclear submarine detonated right on top of plate on the Indian Ocean that rubbed against each other. The detonation caused the release of pent up forces equivalent to millions of megatons of nuclear bombs off the coast of Sumatra island, Indonesia.
Seismic readings from across the planet lit up. NOAA's network of sensors in the Pacific Ocean detected it. The entire Earth Monitoring system brightened like Christmas trees across the planet.
On the moon, the Justice League monitoring system received the relayed information. Then suddenly before Major Disaster could react- the system went haywire. External Communication and Transporters went down. The uninterrupted Justice League warning network failed.
IN METROPOLIS, Barbara Gordon's Justice League signal device buzzed in her pocket. Hidden from her father's view who was in the kitchen cleaning up, she checked it out. It was the backup system hidden across the Earth in the event that communication with the Watchtower failed. It was one of Bruce's many good ideas. The man was so paranoid but it served the world.
Barbara Gordon felt a shiver in her spine. What could have happened?
"Dad? I have a call from the office. Some thing's happened."
"What! They're calling you on Christmas?"
"Its something really important or else they wouldn't be calling.
Jim Gordon sighed. He was a cop or used to be. He understood. But what could an investment bank need one of their analyst at this time of the year? Like Bruce Wayne, he didn't want to find out, didn't want to know. He trusted his daughter to know what to do with her life.
By the time he got out of the kitchen, Barbara was already picking up the keys to her Hummer H3 and the present that he had given her.
"Bye, Dad, Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas dear," He said as they exchanged kisses and hugs.
As she drove out of her father's apartment, Black Canary was on the line and said she, Lady Blackhawk and Wildcat were headed for the hanger. They had some fun out in the town. All three were still sober though.
Barbara's train of thought broke as Dick was on the other line. "Barbara, whats going on? My JLA signal device called an automatic emergency code three—- lost of watchtower signal."
"I don't know Dick! I'm headed to the sky as protocols dictate. I know as much as you do right now."
"He's up there with Diana, Babs." She could feel the worry in his voice.
Barbara Gordon increased her speed even more. "Copy that, Dick. Give me a few more minutes to find out."
"Roger," Dick said as he closed the comms.
Barbara had a block left until she reached Aerie One when her comms when up again. It was Superman.
"Oracle," Superman's voice boomed over her signal device. "My signal device lit up, Emergency Protocol Three?"
"Somehow, Earth relay stations are reporting signal lost with the Watchtower. One of Bruce's brilliant plans. It could be nothing."
"I doubt that."
"I'm headed to check it out now as we speak" Oracle reassured, Superman. "I'm in my office now." She had in fact just boarded Aerie One and Lady Blackhawk was bringing the mighty aircraft to the runway for takeoff. "Give me a few minutes."
"I'll hold".
Aerie One had achieved takeoff and headed for standard cruising altitude with her cloaking drive engaged.
Barbara once she had plug herself into the system ran a diagnostic. "O to S, Watchtower comms are confirmed down, none of the backup systems are responding. S? B and D are there."
"Roger that O,"
CLARK HAD changed into his suit. The big yellow "S" Shield proudly displayed.
"What's wrong?" Lois asked, her worry spread clearly in her face.
"We lost comms to the Watchtower. Batman and Wonder Woman are up there."
As Conner and Kara were ready to fly out with him. Superman held his hand. "No, stay." They didn't even had a chance to say their "buts" as Superman glared at them before they could. Kara thought he had channeled the Bat. She was also worried about Wonder Woman. The look in his face, they knew something worried him. But something told them, he needed them here.
Kara knew the Batman and Diana were Superman's best friends in the world. He was worried.
To Kara and Conner he said, "I'll call for help if need be".
With that, Superman kissed his wife good bye and his mother on her cheek as he flew out faster than a Concorde on a deadline.
5 Minutes from Zero Hour
ALONG THE beaches that stretch the Indian Ocean- from Africa to to India, to Sir Lanka to Thailand to Indonesia and Malaysia, the people were startled by the sight that they saw. The sea had receded. In Thailand the beach goers, puzzled and excited at the same time walked into the sea where fish lay dying.
10 Minutes from Zero Hour
"JUSTICE LEAGUE," Oracle called from Aerie One to all reserve and active members of the league. "Comms and tactical have been rerouted to me as per League By Law and Protocol. Watchtower is currently incommunicado".
Aerie One didn't have the massive computer processing power of the Watchtower but it was close enough to a moving flying tactical coordinating center for the Justice League. It took awhile for Emergency Communications to be routed to the flying fortress. Then the Trouble Alert system finally caught up.
Barbara's eyes lit up as she analyzed the situation- a massive seaquake had erupted off Sumatra Island in Indonesia. NOAA and other relay stations are predicting a tidal wave at the very least—
"Oracle, priority override to Superman!"
"I'm here-" The Man of Steel was by now halfway across the distance between the moon and Earth.
"There's been a massive seaquake off Sumatra Island- an intensity 9 on the Richter scale- computers are projecting a major Tsunami event! ETA, 5 minutes until landfall."
The Man of Steel changed course and flew back to the Earth like he's never flown before. Oracle at the same time was frantically pulling up the JLA active roster. She activated them.
Wally West, Jay Garrick and Bart Allen raced out of Keystone City headed for the Indian Ocean. John Stewart and J'onn were likewise alerted. Oracle however didn't expect the gravity of the situation. Her system was projecting the size and speed of the wave. Then it hit her- it was going to stretch across the circumference of the Indian Ocean!
She sent John to the African coast and J'onn and Faith to Indonesia. The Flashes on the side of India, Sri Lanka and Superman to Thailand. Even as she did so, she knew what the outcome would be. How could they all stop thirty foot killer waves which she projected were going to hit in the next three minutes?
Oracle hit her own keyboard and began hacking to those countries' networks to send an alert coded using UN and JLA codes. But she knew too that such action was futile.
THE BATMAN had helped design the Watchtower's systems. He knew just as Steel, J'onn, Rey Palmer, Scott Free and Barbara Gordon the ins and outs of the System. He first had Major Disaster and Wonder Woman confirm what systems they did have.
Data from Earth Telemetry and Sol Monitoring Systems were running via a backup channel that he designed- but it was only one way, ETSMS was sending the data, the Watchtower could only receive it. Normally, the Watchtower would confirm receipt of the information.
Wonder Woman confirmed that the Watchtower's weapon systems were operational as well as their shield generators and battle armor. He was amazed at how quickly she was able to learn braille. He had just installed the special terminal for her a week ago. She was using it now as if it had been there for years, and with it she was linked to the entire Watchtower system. The Batman took a moment to consider it, he was sure she missed her sight and would gladly wish to have them back.
The Batman looked at the problem. The Watchtower's advanced security AI was now able to confirm the presence of a virus and a worm that worked in tandem. He'd discover "how" later, right now his priority was to get them to talk to Earth.
Running the system diagnostics, he discovered that the virus had attacked their comms and transporter systems, but he also discovered that they had a five minute window line of sight to one of the Earth-orbiting League Monitoring Satellite. Could it be possible, he asked himself?
He used the Watchtower's safe-mode protective software- and opened a secondary port to the laser communication system that the First League used. He used the laser which was like an infrared device on a mobile phone to "talk" to a League Monitoring Satellite orbiting the Earth. Sure, there wasn't enough bandwidth for voice or video, but there was enough for secure shell and instant messages.
Certainly enough, it worked! It took a bit of time- they were limited by light-speed but the lag wasn't that huge and the bandwidth, sufficient for their purposes. Upon link up with the Satellite system, he found Oracle hidden in the network. The Batman smiled. Major Disaster saw this and couldn't figure out if he should be scared or jump for joy.
"I have secure channel to Oracle." Major Disaster and Wonder Woman were surprised at the news.
The Batman opened a secure comm to Oracle.
B: O? Report.
O: what? B? Confirm ID.
B: good girl. Ask a question.
O: who stole the mags off your favorite car?
B: R2 did.
O: Welcome back, B.
B: Watchtower infected with virus. Comms and Transporters are down, expect return in 60 min, mark.
O: roger that B. As per JLA bylaws and emergency protocols, I have assumed co-ordinating system. B, its bad out here- an Earthquake...
B: We know. Watchtower is receiving telemetry information from ALL stations. Did you stop it?
Zero Hour, now.
MARCUS LEE had arrived from Hong Kong two days ago. He had brought along his wife and two kids. It was a particularly difficult time for them. His wife was an American psychiatrist practicing in Hong Kong and he was a very successful regional manager for an American Pharmaceutical company.
Their busy lives had taken a toll on their marriage. They hardly saw each other. Finally, he and his wife decided two weeks ago they would spend the holidays together and in a beach. They heard Thailand's was particularly beautiful and it was a quick hop from their home.
The sun had risen rather high by the time Marcus Lee had woken up that morning. The salt-sprayed air had greeted him. It had been a particularly relaxing night for him and his wife, Nicole. They haven't been a couple in a long time. Last night was special for both of them and he called it rather vividly.
Marcus looked over to his beautiful wife. Nicole's angelic face was turned to him. She with a faint smile as she slept. Slowly he got up. He did not want to disturb her sleep. Marcus found his clothes on top of hers on the wooden floor. They were on a rush last night to get them off. He dressed up, picked hers which he placed on a chair and made his way out their bedroom. She was always a late riser.
The warm sunlight greeted him. Beyond, he could see his kids playing, building castles in the sand. They were good kids, well behaved and well mannered for their age. He had his wife to thank for that. He was sure his genes didn't make it any easier.
When they saw him, they greeted, "Daddy!" And he waved at him and they waved back. Marcus slowly made his way to them. He noticed, people were enjoying their morning stroll. He then noticed how the water had receded rather farther than it was yesterday morning.
A fisherman he had greeted and chatted with, told him this was the first time it happened. Then he noticed people looking at the horizon and began to scream.
For a brief moment, his feet were firmly planted on the ground. When his mind snapped back in place, he picked up his kids and ran, as hard and as fast as he could and yelling at the top of his lungs, "NICOLE!"
The loud bass sound was fast approaching. Dread filled Marcus Lee at that instant. As he neared their cabin, his wife had stepped out of the door. Sleep clearly etched on her face but trying to figure out why people were screaming.
Nicole Lee saw the gigantic wave approach. Was this a nightmare? She thought as her eyes were wide in shock and fear. Then she saw her husband carrying their kids moving towards their cabin.
"RUN!" He yelled. She did. And as they met up, he handed her their son. And together with everybody else on the beach sought higher ground. That was when the wave had hit them on their backs.
When the final toll of the tragedy would be written, only Nicole Lee and the conceived fetus she and Marcus had created the night before will be what remained of the Lee family.
JOHN STEWART had arrived in the African Coast seconds before the Tsunami would strike. Using the power of his ring, he extended a series of "dikes" to absorb the impact. He was able to reduce the force of the Tsunami's impact and reduce collateral damage. But few lives were still lost.
WALLY WEST knew they didn't have the raw power to stop a thirty-foot wave from crashing down on the Indian-sub continent coastline. So they did was they do best, started to bring people to higher ground. He figured 3 kilometers away was sufficient. But even with three of the world's fastest men alive providing shuttle service, there wasn't enough time to save many people. Not in less than 2 minutes since they arrived and not in the thousand kilometer stretch that these people were to be found along the coast.
J'ONN J'ONZZ ARRIVED in Indonesia mere seconds after the Tsunami impacted on the region. It was the closest to the origin of the Earthquake. He used his mental powers to track down survivors and began to take them to dry land. Today he feared that not all the miracles in world could have made a difference.
SUPERMAN HAD began his descent into Earth's atmosphere when his telescopic vision saw the wave passing through Phi Phi island. Then he saw the wave hit Indonesia and Thailand's Southern tip. He just didn't have time to stop it... and all he could do now was rescue the people but even then, he wasn't fast enough to make much difference.