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"Please, bring the Luand'r back to the Tower," Starfire begged. "It will be safe there, Cyborg will fix it!"

Her brother shook his head. "I am sorry, Kori," he told her sadly. "We cannot. I will come to the Tower once we have finished." Slowly, she drifted off towards her friends, and he turned back to his blue-haired cousin. "Come on, Korian," he said in her language. "Time to do this."

She eyed him with a cerulean gaze. In the same language, she replied, "You are sure you wish to? You must do the deciding now if you do no longer wish."

Ryand'r stared at the ground. His thirteen-year-old cousin was right; he could very easily do something different. "Krii," he said finally. No.

The man sitting at the head of the room was very displeased. His spy was late. Finally, he slipped in. "I am very sorry, your Worship, sir," he said, crouching at the man's feet. "I just could not get away. You know what they are like!"

In the dim light, it was difficult to make out the slight nod the man gave. "Of course, of course," he said.

The Informant quivered. "I – I can find it," he said. "It will take a few days, possibly a week or two, but I can certainly find it."

"Good." His voice had become icy. "You must find this for me as soon as possible," he told the agent. "I know you will find the plans."

Nodding, the Informant began to tell his discoveries. "This one you seek – not the strongest of the Titans. The other ones have greater powers. We – that is, your force – would do well with one of the other Titans, Robin, perhaps."

The man shook his head. "If you remember the goal, Informant, you would remember why we need the Titan I asked for." He sounded bored.

Never a good sign. Hastily, the Informant added, "Strong in their own way, of course. Unique, naturally, as are all of them. The Titan can hit from far away or close up, hand-to-hand, as you call it. Possibly become a master, if you train her well enough."

"Train her," the man said ponderously. It seemed that his agent had come up with a good idea. "Yes, yes, that does seem to be a possibility."

The Informant nodded fervently. "Of course, there are the usual barriers – "

"The other Titans," he said, cutting off the Informant.

"Y-es," he replied unevenly, cutting the word into two syllables. "But there are also – other factors. She may not trust me, you know."

To the shock of the Informant, his boss began to laugh. He was laughing so hard, the seat he sat upon quaked, threatening to drop him on the floor. Finally, he stopped. "Not trust you? Of course she'll trust you! No matter how hard she tried, she would have to trust you. It's part of her very nature to trust you, can't you see that?"

The Informant sat stock-still. "Yes, sir," he said slowly. He was still unsure.

"Now, run along," he said. "Go back. They'll be missing you, you know." His informant turned and scurried out of the room.

He tilted the chair back, bathing in the single light that was in the room. It glinted off his mask, casting a bit of light onto the wall. Slade was indeed satisfied with his latest plan. Of course, that bumbling new apprentice of his wasn't a grand part of the plan, but he wanted to do it. Saving him had certainly helped the megalomaniac's control over him. The Informant would do whatever Slade told him to.

Slade put the chair on all four legs and stood up. Now, all he had to do was concoct a successful plan to kidnap Starfire. What an apprentice she would be.

Rory: Dun-dun-DUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! No! Slade wants Star to be hisk apprentice! Oh, what shall we do? What shall we do?

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