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Act Four, scene four

"Let's go, Beast Boy!"

"Cy, dude, I'm coming!" the diminutive green Titan called. He transformed into a bird and flew to his seat in the T-Ship.

"Please, can we depart now?" Starfire asked her voice full of worry. "Robin needs us."

"Just sit tight, y'all," Cyborg said as he checked all the flight controls one last time. "Okay, we're taking off in five…"

The T-Ship rumbled as the jets powered up.

"Four…"

Cyborg tightened his grip on the controls. Beast Boy pushed himself as far back in his chair as he could. Eons passed between counts for Star. She lightly held her controls and tried to center herself. But she fretted more now than ever. The alien girl remembered how Robin's fear and hatred of Slade nearly killed him, several times.

"Three…"

"Two…"

"He'll be alright, Star," Beast Boy said into his microphone. "Raven's with him."

"One…"

The T-Ship roared as it broke the bonds of gravity and soared into the sky. Cyborg quickly leveled off and made a wide slow turn east. Beast Boy looked out his window and grinned, "Dudes! I can see our house from here!"

"Ya know, BB," Cy said, "that would have been funny the first hundred times you said it."

Beast Boy stuck out his tongue and made a sour face at his friend. The T-Ship suddenly rocked. "Dude!" BB yelled. "I thought you could fly this thing!"

Warnings rang out loudly in all the cockpits. "We are under attack!" Starfire confirmed.

"Evasive maneuvers!" Cyborg yelled as he rolled the T-Ship. "Beast Boy! Can you see what's after us?"

Beast Boy looked straight out his pod. A large human-like thing made of crackling energy crouched on it. The elfin Titan could see a small, calculator sized object at the center. "Um, yeah," he said. "I can see him."

"Overload will, at last, destroy the Teen Titans!" the electric horror cried as he ripped open BB's pod with his claws.

"He is taking control of our systems!" Starfire shrieked.

"Um, I think we'd better tell Robin we're gonna be a little late," Beast Boy said as he shrank back in his chair.

…..

"Ed!"

Motor Ed turned to see the scowling, green and black clad woman standing at the top of the catwalk. He swept back his long hair and brushed his moustache.

"What do you need, your babe-ish-ness?"

Shego tightened her grip on the railing. Her green eyes scanned several half-built large vehicles in the cavernous motor pool. "We have a small army and nothing to take them from point A to point B. What is the hold up?"

"Keep your panties on doll-face. Seriously, we'll have some trucks capable of totally rocking!"

Ed broke into a few licks of "Born to be Wild" on air guitar.

"When?" Shego growled.

"Gimme three days and twenty dudes, and I'll get the job done, seriously."

"You have two."

Shego walked from the motor pool to the Council of Evil's meeting hall. She took her seat and welcomed the other members. Professor Dementor and D.N. Amy gave their final status reports on the Syntho-Drones. Shego listened disinterestedly, choosing to take the opportunity to file her nails. Duff Killigan next gave the report on weapons acquisitions. They would not have enough for the battalion. Weapons were still extremely difficult to transport, even for outside contractors like Jack Hench.

"We'll give them crowbars if we have to," Killigan said in his thick brogue.

"Yeah, whatever," Shego moaned, checking her fingernail polish.

The next report came from the Seniors. Money. Blah, blah, bluh-blah, blah, blah. They had pie charts and cash flow indicators, investment portfolios, and fiscal acquisition plans, but they were too technical for Shego to follow. The overall point, once Senior Sr. got tired of his own voice, was that the C.O.E. was spending more money that they could possibly bring in.

"Research and development is always expensive!" Dementor screeched.

"Well then," Shego finally said. "We have a cash flow problem. And I know how to fix it."

…..

Robin stopped at the Possible's driveway. He turned quickly to see Raven floating overhead and Kim running up the walk. The red headed girl stopped next to the brightly clad hero. The car was gone.

"Raven, anyone in the house?" Robin said coolly.

Raven floated next to her friend and sat, still hovering, cross-legged. She closed her eyes and released her black, bird shaped aura. Kim took a noticeable step back and watched as the dark bird flew through the front door.

"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos," the flesh-and-blood Raven whispered under her breath.

Kim kept telling herself not to stare, but she ignored her own advice. The redhead rubbed her arm nervously. She glanced to the mysterious masked boy who once again coiled predatorily.

"You get used to it," he said without turning. "Raven has saved my life several times, and I trust her completely."

"Um, yeah," Kim said. "What are we doing here? We've got…"

"One hour, thirty-six minutes, eighteen seconds."

"Yeah, that much time until three nuclear bombs go off in Middleton! Why are we here?"

"The bombs aren't nukes, Kim," Robin said coldly. "It's one of Slade's sadistic little jokes."

The dark bird shaped aspect of Raven's soul flew from Kim's house and merged with the pale girl. She opened her large violet eyes and gasped.

"No one's home, Robin," she reported.

"Damn," Robin said under his breath. He looked to Raven and Kim, "All right, we have twenty minutes to find the first bomb and freeze it. Kim, I need you to call Officer Hobble and get him to evacuate Middleton Hospital and Middle Space Science Center."

"But that's..." Kim started.

"If you value their lives, then do it now. Raven, do you think you can find the Possibles?"

"I can try," the pale girl said. "If I can get something of sentimental value, it would be a good anchor for their psychic signatures. What are you going to do?"

"Find out if the house has a bomb."

Robin raced toward Kim's house.

…..