Despite the revelations they made at his office, Olsen still opted to take a detour back to his place before they returned to their allies. Nia agreed to come along with him, using their Uber ride to text with Brainy sharing the news Olsen was now in their little inner circle. He texted back agreeing it was a good idea more of their friends sound know about her nightmares, promising to talk to her about possibly sharing it with Kara. They arrived back at Olsen's house and asked the driver to wait for them. The man was polite and happy to keep their meter running while they ducked inside so James could gather his equipment predicting a fight ahead of them.

Nia's mobile buzzed with a text from Brainy. Her eyes narrowed with worry. "Brainy thinks he figured out what the Reckoning stole from the database" she conveyed while James opened his closet and pulled out his trunk. He opened it revealing his Guardian armour, making sure it was all accounted for before transferring it to a large suitcase. Unlike his friends his costume wasn't as easy to conceal and even harder to transport. He looked at Nia listening with keen interest as she read out the message. "The terminal accessed a specific set of files from their medical logs, along with a few scientific analysis or… I hate it when he uses all these complicated words."

"Medical files?" James echoed curiously. "On who? DEO personnel? Was he trying to get their identities?"

Nia scrolled down the message. "No. the files downloaded were specifically for Kara" she said. "they wanted her medical files, all the data they had on her powers, her weaknesses, mission statements, every fight or encounter she had, all the things she was treated for… they copied everything the DEO had on file about Supergirl."

That gave James as much cause for concern as it did Nia. The DEO compiled much about Kryptonians through Kara and Clark. Though it doesn't hold her identity, it had everything the DEO would need to help treat her in case of illness, injury or life threatening contagion. Even a fraction of that Intel would give her enemies a strategic edge if they wanted to harm her. "Was anything else taken?" he asked. She shook her head. Supergirl was their target. "Could they be trying to find out who she is?" he wondered.

"Kara said he used her name the last time they fought" she said. "Which means he already knows."

"That's not good" he thought, pausing by his suitcase to ponder the possibilities of this threat. "Have you talked to Kara yet?" he asked her.

She shook her head uncomfortably. "She emailed with a possible lead into that engineer from TITAN, but otherwise no. are you sure she won't be mad at me for lying to her?"

"I'm sure she'll understand" he told her again. "But first we need to figure out what this new dream of yours means."

"If it's anything like the last few, then I think…"

Her thoughts were interrupted when they both heard something coming from the garage. She turned her head wondering if she'd imagined it until James stepped in front of her, picking up a nearby baseball bat. She prepared to dial 911, even though they could both handle any intruder, and followed behind him as he crept towards the door leading to his garage. He put his hand on the handle, hearing another noise from behind it, glanced at Nia counting silently. On three he flung the door open and leapt into the dark interior.

"Shit man!" he snapped when he found Jake sitting in the dimly illuminated room kneeling by the motorcycle. The young man barely seemed to register as he pulled out his ear buds where they heard very load rock music blasting at full volume. James lowered the baseball bat finding the remote to the sliding doors, opening them to get lighter in. "I thought you were an intruder" he grumbled.

"Sorry if I scared you" Jake replied, twisting at a spanner hooked into the engine. "I didn't think you'd mind if I… shit!" he cried, jamming his thumb trying to tighten a bolt. He looked up at the pair of them while he nursed his hand. "I thought I'd try and get this finished. All the parts are in I just need to iron out the chinks. Didn't hear you come home."

James looked between Nia and Jake, he tension dissipating as he introduced them. "Nia, this is Jake White…"

"Yeah, we met briefly" she said, smiling politely.

"Right, you're the reporter Kara is tutoring" he nodded, rising to his feet wiping his grimy hands. "Forgive me if I don't shake your hand."

"That's fine" she said, standing awkwardly at the door.

"I didn't think you'd be dropping in today" James said crossing his arms.

"I wasn't" Jake replied curtly. "But… plans fell through" he said glumly.

Olsen could read the man's expression clearly. So could Nia, sensing the guys might need to talk. "I'll wait at the car" she suggested. "I could take your… your case."

"You don't have to" he told her.

"It's fine, I'll manage" she assured him, waving at Jake again. "Nice meeting you again."

"You too Miss Nal" he waved back distracted.

"I'll be there in a minute" he promised, thanking her apologetically while she went to collect his suit and take it outside. This gave him and Jake the privacy to talk, which Olsen could tell was what Jake needed right now. "What happened?" he asked him, leaning against the tool case.

"Did you know that sister ran a background check on me?" he asked out of the blue, sounding very bitter about it.

His eyes narrowed. "Alex? No, she wouldn't…"

"She did" he said, returning to the engine.

Olsen was shocked, on the verge of calling Jake a liar. That didn't sound like Alex he thought. "Are you sure?"

"I've seen the report" he explained bluntly. "Went to pay Kara a surprise visit and found it by accident." He paused when one of the bolts slipped onto the floor, prompting him to curse and bash his fist against the framework. James winced, thankful his bike had survived worse than an angry beating from a frustrated mechanic. "We had a fight" he sighed, stepping away dropping the spanner to cool off before he broke something else.

Olsen nodded in sympathy. "How bad was it?"

"Pretty bad" he confessed, staring out into the street where Nia was dragging the suitcase to the Uber until the driver offered to help her carry it into the boot. "Have you ever kept secrets from your partner?" he asked Olsen.

James inhaled cautiously replying "sometimes."

"We all do right?" he chuckled, crossing his arms. "I never knew Sarah's original name until we had been dating for a year and a half. They didn't get on. Hadn't spoken since she left the Sates to come to the UK. I knew she was holding something back, she'd get all weird when we talked about our families. I remember one night I asked her outright why she didn't talk about it. She asked me to trust her until she was ready."

"And did you?"

"I did" he nodded. "For a year. It was quite an exercise. But I figured if there were things I wasn't ready to share with her the least I could do is let her tell me in her own time. And she did, after her father wrote hoping to mend fences. They sorted things out in the end. And I shared my life with her after that, just before I asked her to marry me."

James smiled. It all sounded romantic. Which made this fight more tragic. "You felt betrayed when you thought Kara wasn't willing to wait for you to share your secrets."

"Meanwhile I'm perfectly happy to wait for her to open up about hers" he grumbled. He glanced to Olsen, who remained stoically calm. "I know there's something she's not ready to talk about. I'm not expecting you to tell me. I just wish…" he sighed, pacing the garage. "If it was just a case of them looking into me, I might be able to move past it. But they had the gall to ask if I had killed my fiancé!"

This time Olsen did find that unlikely. "I don't believe Kara, or Alex, would've thought that unless they had reason."

"Just because I went traveling after she died and they hadn't found her death certificate" he added, not seeming to hear the statement. He looked at the talk black man who was raising an eyebrow. "I didn't" he clarified. "I can point you to her grave. But the idea that Kara, the look she gave me, the thought she might've considered I could've… I wouldn't. Not Sarah. I love her. I…love her."

Olsen nodded, believing him. He also noticed something he had overlooked when they were talking about his past before. "You still love her" he observed. Jake didn't reply but his fingers rubbed the engagement ring on his finger. "What happened after she died?" he asked.

She took a breath, returning to the motorcycle picking up the rag. "I had to get away for a while. I couldn't go back home. Not while it still hurt."

"When was the last time you went back?" he asked. Jake stifled a laughed. "You haven't, have you?"

"Kept putting it off" he muttered, slumping back to the floor to continue working. After a moment of silence he asked Olsen "is it possible I might've overreacted?"

"How did you leave things with Kara?"

"Not well" he confessed. "Things got heated. Too heated." He lowered his tools again. "I don't know where to go from here. With us."

Olsen knelt down beside him and asked a question he would probably regret asking but knew had to be asked. "Do you want to work things out with her?" he asked him.

Jake looked at him silently, narrowing his eyes. "I don't know" he admitted reluctantly.

Olsen sighed in pity, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I know what it's like to grieve someone you loved" he told him. "If you want my advice, no relationship can survive until you've found peace with that loss. Sounds like there's a step you still need to go before you can let yourself move on. And I think you know that." Jake closed his eyes, rubbing them with his greasy hands nodded. There was a honk of a car horn outside, the Uber driver getting impatient. Olsen sighed rising back to his feet. "I can't tell you what to do mate. But I think you owe it to yourself to figure out what you've been holding back. You need to take care of yourself."

"What about Kara" he asked quietly.

Olsen looked down at him comfortingly. "Do you love her?" he asked. He was met with only silence. "I don't want her to get hurt either. But sometimes we can't help but hurt the people we're close to. Maybe you two can work things out…"

"Or maybe it's too soon" Jake finished grimly.

Olsen nodded, patting his shoulder one last time as he walked out of the garage. "Talk your time. Be sure to lock up when you're finished for the day" he said over his shoulder. Jake nodded, returning to the motorcycle distracting himself from the difficult decision he'll have to make.

Nia stood impatiently by the car tapping her foot when Olsen finally joined her. "What happened?" she asked.

"Nothing. Just guy stuff" he replied, shooing her into the car and climbing in after her. She pressed him for info but he rebuffed her attempts, giving the man the space he needed to figure out his next step. "Any thoughts to you dream?" he asked her, lowering his voice so the driver didn't overhear.

She shook her head. "Been replaying it in my mind. You're right, it's not the same. I'll need J'onn's help to make sense of it. All I can see clearly is the red sand, the fire and smoke, and the image of what must be Hank floating over it."

"Red sand?" he asked in confusion. "I don't know anywhere on Earth that has red sand."

"It could be a metaphor" she said. "Everything was stained red. It was like the whole planet in my dream was covered in blood."

"That's unsettling" he agreed, wondering what a blood red planet could mean.

Hank worked efficiently at the laptop computer Eagle had brought him to link to the Samaritan suits. He accessed their computer systems all at the same time in case of any redundancies, purging them of the recoded blueprints the Blacksmith had supplied. After the simultaneous hard reset the Samaritans were back online and ready to go. He finished some final diagnostics in a hurry while his militia put on their skin tight flight suits and headsets. "Suit up" he ordered, unhooking the computers from the machines.

They all climbed into the battle suits and sealed themselves in, following the instructions to activate their oxygen supply and flight controls. Their blue HUDs lit up indicating their on-board systems were back online. As Eagle warned, many subroutines were now disabled. Hank didn't care, as long as the weapons were operational and they were able to pilot it.

Eagle stomped out of the old barn into the desert wasteland, standing in front of Cyborg Superman who waited outside with his fists on his hips. They waited until the other seven were lined up behind him, all standing to attention. "We're ready boss" Eagle reported through his radio.

Hank nodded, showing no emotion as he turned and looked up into the darkening sky. He could see the glint of stars in the distance, their destination waiting for them. "Engage your flight systems and follow me" he commanded, bending his knees and leaping up into the air like a rocket. The others activated their thrusters and took to the sky, following the cyborg into the stratosphere propelled into orbit.

There was a moment of trepidation as the suits strained against the GeForces propelling them upwards, the men shaking violently in their armoured shells. But the computers adapted the systems, countering the icing winds and the deprived oxygen protecting the pilots. When they broke the atmosphere the thrusters shifted their energy output to allow for zero-gravity. The militia men stared in wonder as they left the planet Earth and rocketed into space, the blue orb falling away behind them.

Henshaw didn't focus much on the spectacle of the sight, his glare focused ahead of him as his cybernetic implants brought up the flight path directing him to the distant blip he'd set his sights on. His implants generated a signal for his men to follow, leading them through the void past the dozen satellites recording their exit, including the L-Corp satellite that had scanned and pinpointed the remnants of Lex Luthor's code within the Samaritan suits. Hank was unaware of this, his focus only on the target of his vengeance: the distant red planet orbiting the nearby sun.