Fear the Unknown
Chapter 9: The Plan
(Disclaimer: all characters are copyrights of DC Comics, a division of AOL- Time Warner. I don't own any of this stuff, sadly.)
With the elder fighters' agreements secured, the masked man touched yet another concealed control and the back wall of the office slid away to reveal a wide staircase leading downward. As the group descended, Barry whispered in Hal's ear.
"Secret passages, lead-lined masks, and resistance fighters? What's next, ray guns and invisible cars?"
"Be careful what you wish for." Hal dropped his voice a bit more. "Keep your eyes open. I'm still not sure I like this."
They continued their descent for what seemed like miles, until they finally exited the passage into a large open space.
"What did I tell you?"
Laid out before them was a veritable armory of advanced weaponry. Tanks, fighter craft, and yes, even ray guns. What seemed like hundreds of black- clad soldiers swarmed around the underground complex.
"How do you keep all this concealed?"
Grayson was the one to respond.
"Its not all that hard, really. We generate our own power, and the rock between us and the surface cuts down on any detectible energy emissions. Come over here, we'll get you prepped."
He led them over to a table with equipment laid out on it.
"Kent, you won't require any gear, so we've just outfitted you with standard combat blacks."
Clark took the clothes from Grayson and examined them. A small frown crossed his face when he saw the mask.
"I don't like the idea of wearing a mask."
"Get used to it. Its either that or those nice old folks in Kansas bite the dust as soon as the Inquisition sees surveillance tapes."
Clark wanted to say more, but bit his tongue.
"Jordan, you're pretty simple too. Your gear is pretty basic. We went ahead and added some lightweight Kevlar just in case they throw you something off-color."
Hal simply nodded and took the clothes.
"Now these we had fun with. Allen, you get to play. These boots are a special material that has higher traction than anything you could get on the commercial market, but creates zero wind resistance. We made the clothes from the same material. You can let loose."
The three men took a moment to change and then rejoined the rest of the group. Grayson had them gather around a large circular table.
"Meet the rest of the team. Roy Harper, Munitions and Planning. Slade Wilson will be piloting us in. Gar Logan will be on the ground with us, and Donna Troy is our resident powerhouse. Don't piss her off."
There nods around the table and then Grayson turned to Harper.
"Okay, Roy, break it down for us."
The table lit up as a holographic display was emitted from its surface.
"Okay boys and girls, this is Complex 51A, Nevada. Special Detention and Research. First task is entry. There's a motion sensor perimeter one thousand meters out from the base, and others at five hundred, two fifty, and one hundred meters. We can't slip in under it, and the radar nets will detect us if we try and go over it, so Allen, you're in first. Computer analysis tells us that the sensors will lose you at a vibration of two hundred cycles per second, think you can pull it off?"
Barry nodded, silently.
"Good. Second task. Once you're inside, we need you to cut the power and kill the emergency generator, located here." A spot on the display shifted from red to green. "This will kill the sensor net and primary communications. We clear? Good. From the time the power goes down, we have approximately forty-two minutes before the nearest reinforcements can arrive. Once the sensor net is down, Troy, Logan, Grayson and I will drop by parachute. Kent, Jordan, you two will need to secure our landing area and intercept any S.A.M.s."
Harper switched the display to a closer focus.
"Once inside, we will head straight down the main corridor to the detention area. Intel tells us that the target is heavily guarded, so we'll have to hit hard and fast. The only thing we should really have to worry about is Bliss making a break for it. Slade's our ace in the hole. He'll be monitoring all surface activity from the air, and without power, none of the underground exists should be accessible. Once that's done and we've gotten the fire-headed boy unlocked, Jordan, we'll need you to handle extraction."
He switched the display off.
"In case things go south, rally point is seven miles due south of the facility. Clear?"
Again, nods of agreement and then Grayson took over.
"Good. Thanks Roy. From here on out its codenames. Troy: Amazon. Logan: Beast. Wilson: Hawk. Allen: Speedy. Jordan: Lantern. Kent: Super-man. My codename is Boss. Okay. No time to waste. We roll in thirty."
Chapter 9: The Plan
(Disclaimer: all characters are copyrights of DC Comics, a division of AOL- Time Warner. I don't own any of this stuff, sadly.)
With the elder fighters' agreements secured, the masked man touched yet another concealed control and the back wall of the office slid away to reveal a wide staircase leading downward. As the group descended, Barry whispered in Hal's ear.
"Secret passages, lead-lined masks, and resistance fighters? What's next, ray guns and invisible cars?"
"Be careful what you wish for." Hal dropped his voice a bit more. "Keep your eyes open. I'm still not sure I like this."
They continued their descent for what seemed like miles, until they finally exited the passage into a large open space.
"What did I tell you?"
Laid out before them was a veritable armory of advanced weaponry. Tanks, fighter craft, and yes, even ray guns. What seemed like hundreds of black- clad soldiers swarmed around the underground complex.
"How do you keep all this concealed?"
Grayson was the one to respond.
"Its not all that hard, really. We generate our own power, and the rock between us and the surface cuts down on any detectible energy emissions. Come over here, we'll get you prepped."
He led them over to a table with equipment laid out on it.
"Kent, you won't require any gear, so we've just outfitted you with standard combat blacks."
Clark took the clothes from Grayson and examined them. A small frown crossed his face when he saw the mask.
"I don't like the idea of wearing a mask."
"Get used to it. Its either that or those nice old folks in Kansas bite the dust as soon as the Inquisition sees surveillance tapes."
Clark wanted to say more, but bit his tongue.
"Jordan, you're pretty simple too. Your gear is pretty basic. We went ahead and added some lightweight Kevlar just in case they throw you something off-color."
Hal simply nodded and took the clothes.
"Now these we had fun with. Allen, you get to play. These boots are a special material that has higher traction than anything you could get on the commercial market, but creates zero wind resistance. We made the clothes from the same material. You can let loose."
The three men took a moment to change and then rejoined the rest of the group. Grayson had them gather around a large circular table.
"Meet the rest of the team. Roy Harper, Munitions and Planning. Slade Wilson will be piloting us in. Gar Logan will be on the ground with us, and Donna Troy is our resident powerhouse. Don't piss her off."
There nods around the table and then Grayson turned to Harper.
"Okay, Roy, break it down for us."
The table lit up as a holographic display was emitted from its surface.
"Okay boys and girls, this is Complex 51A, Nevada. Special Detention and Research. First task is entry. There's a motion sensor perimeter one thousand meters out from the base, and others at five hundred, two fifty, and one hundred meters. We can't slip in under it, and the radar nets will detect us if we try and go over it, so Allen, you're in first. Computer analysis tells us that the sensors will lose you at a vibration of two hundred cycles per second, think you can pull it off?"
Barry nodded, silently.
"Good. Second task. Once you're inside, we need you to cut the power and kill the emergency generator, located here." A spot on the display shifted from red to green. "This will kill the sensor net and primary communications. We clear? Good. From the time the power goes down, we have approximately forty-two minutes before the nearest reinforcements can arrive. Once the sensor net is down, Troy, Logan, Grayson and I will drop by parachute. Kent, Jordan, you two will need to secure our landing area and intercept any S.A.M.s."
Harper switched the display to a closer focus.
"Once inside, we will head straight down the main corridor to the detention area. Intel tells us that the target is heavily guarded, so we'll have to hit hard and fast. The only thing we should really have to worry about is Bliss making a break for it. Slade's our ace in the hole. He'll be monitoring all surface activity from the air, and without power, none of the underground exists should be accessible. Once that's done and we've gotten the fire-headed boy unlocked, Jordan, we'll need you to handle extraction."
He switched the display off.
"In case things go south, rally point is seven miles due south of the facility. Clear?"
Again, nods of agreement and then Grayson took over.
"Good. Thanks Roy. From here on out its codenames. Troy: Amazon. Logan: Beast. Wilson: Hawk. Allen: Speedy. Jordan: Lantern. Kent: Super-man. My codename is Boss. Okay. No time to waste. We roll in thirty."