Water dripped onto the puddle it created over eons ago. Whispers echoed through the rocky tunnel.

Whispers like, "You and your caves."

"Doubting Thomas everyone knows riches are gained when someone else loses them."

"And creatures that want to be forgotten."

"Scaredy cat."

"Concerned."

Further down, their ears detected scraping of ceramic against rock and hissing which sounded like chant, "Nuwa. Nuwa. Numa."

Tackled, Rath's sword sheath caught the lamia's mouth preventing it from biting him. Wrapping its body around him, it tightened grasp causing them to roll then fall down a mine shaft. Seems to be a theme with him.

Took ten to overpower Jess with their bodies wrapping around her. Moisten from their scales soaked through her clothes, their body twist back and forth like sand paper rubbing her clothes off her body.

Dragging her away, "Leather boots is your density."

They tried to gag her, however her teeth hurt their poor tails.

Crawling from the mineshaft, covered in lamia blood, he stood catching his balance. Noticing the fresh wet trail, he followed. Passing statue of a lamia fighting a two legged reptilian warrior like the statue the Moon cult had.

Staring at the naked Jess chained to an altar, "How do I know you're not pregnant?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"This might be a fertility ritual."

Giving it a thought, "It isn't. Now get me free."

"Nuwa. Nuwa. Nuwa," filled the cavern.

Focusing, he shattered the bolts with his palms allowing to free her hands. She shattered the bolts securing her ankles. Sliding off altar, she saw Rath handing her boots. She quickly slipped on the boots.

"Save your modesty for later," said Rath studying their surroundings.

"Modesty, I'm going to have a snake leather dress."

"No, we're getting out of here."

Lamias dropped form the ceilings. Their dance with the snake women began. Dodge, slash, smack. Wall of lamias separated Rath fromd Jess. Trying to move his way to Jess, a blue green orb rested behind him. Swinging, he missed a lamia. Using his momentum, his plan was to catch the lamia instead he shattered the orb which caused the cavern to shake. Lamia scattered. Before he and Jess exit, water rushed into the cavern then carried them through the tunnels.

The East Tower door burst open. Jake stepped through with his MP5 sweeping the entranceway. Cyborg shifted his arm into his sonic cannon, as well as a faint glow of green from Starfire.

Sweeping left to right, "All clear," said Jake.

Walking over to a wall panel, Cyborg checked the status of the power systems within the Tower.

Cursing under his breath, "Other then the emergency lights, everything else is powered down," said Cyborg, "Whatever was left in the back generators just died, shut the rest of the Tower down," turning to the rest of the Titans, "We are going to need to be in two places at once. I need someone to go down to the lower levels and restart the main generator, while someone else does a cold start right when the power comes on for the computer in the main room, or the Tower will lock down and we could be trapped here for a long time."

Staring at him, "Cy," asked Jake, "what do you mean the place will lock down?"

Returning the stare at Jake, "Just that, it's a security protocol in case the Tower was taken over. The main generator has to shut down for a period of time in order output to remain stable. Should the Tower been taken over, the generator will shut down at its normal time, and when the baddies try to restart it, the Tower goes into lock down until an authorized Titan overrides the lockdown."

Scratching her head, "But friend Cyborg," said Starfire, "are we not Titans as well?"

Nodding, "We are Star, but we don't live here, the Titans East does and they own the Tower, which makes them authorized and not us."

Giving him a funny look, "But you were apart of East Titans," remarked Nightwing, "wouldn't you still be in the system?"

"If a Titan doesn't enter his or her authorization with a set time limit, then that authorization becomes voided."

"Ok then Cyborg, what do we need to do?"

"I need Star to come help me with the computer up in the main room, while you and Jake work on restarting the power generator."

Nightwing and Jake stared at the other, with grim looks on their faces. They knew Cyborg had the workings of the Tower stored in his mind. They just didn't like the fact of splitting their small group into groups of two. Not like they had a choice.

"Fine," said Nightwing, "but keep in radio contact and keep an eye for each other at all times, understood?"

Nodding in agreement, they separated.

Nudged then licked.

"Jess," pushing the muzzle away.

Muzzle? Opening his eyes, the muzzle of a black horse face filled his field of vision. Red mark along its nose made Rath think of a scar.

Propping himself, "Hello?"

The horse snorted back.

"You haven't seen an oversexed, hot tempered redhead with a batch of white over her left by any chance?"

The horse snorted.

"Guess not," getting up.

It seems the water carried him out of the cave and plopped him on some shore line he didn't know or where. Pulling his index finger from mouth then tested the direction of the wind. No wind. He went upstream try that for awhile then go down stream. Clap, clap behind him. Turning, it was the horse following him.

"You want be to ride you?" remarked Rath, "Not in a sexual way."

Snort.

"Fine," grabbing a handful of mane.

Hopping, he got enough distance to swing his leg over. Note to self get a saddle.

Staying alert for any surprises, "I don't like this at all, too easy to ambush us," said Nightwing.

Stopping then looked right at him, "I know that, Nightwing, that's the 57th time you said that exact same line, you have changed it since we separated from Star and Cy. And if you say it again, I'll knock some sense into you with the butt of my gun, got it."

Hey, Jake swallow a bullet for the rest of us? So he was just a little angry, however it's karma being a bitch towards Jake.

"You actually counted how many times I said that!"

Shrugging as they started walking again, "That, and each time you said, 'I hope Star will be ok,' which came in a close second with 49 times said."

Staring at Jake for a moment, "You are a sad little man."

Grinning, "I'm not a sad little man, I'm just easily amused."

Actually you are a sad little man, Jake.

An explosion stopped their progress. Snapping around, Jake brought his MP5's target site ready for any hostiles to appear.

Few seconds went by before Jake lowered the barrel only for a bit.

Staring at Nightwing, "I don't think that's a good thing."

An answer crackled over the radio.

"Nightwing, Jake, we got large amount of copies up here, as well as Gizmo. We need the generator up now and we need you two back here, NOW!"

Staring at each other; they didn't need this for crying out loud.

Indicating the way they came, "You go and help out the others, and I'll get the generators."

Grabbing Jake's arm before he took off, "No, they need us both," replied Nightwing.

"And we need that generator up to get this place into lockdown," remarked Jake, "You get back, I can handle myself in a fight, but they need help now."

Growling in frustration, "Alright, but make it fast, we're going to need your help in this."

Nodding Jake rushed off as Nightwing went join the fray.

Few hours of riding, he came upon a carven. Given the way the women were dressed and the sounds of fucking, he guessed a sex carven.

"Hello, sir like to buy piece of pussy of Skartaris," brought his attention a round short man.

Before he could answer, his ears caught, "Better say yes, bastard."

Bringing his attention onto the naked Jess, it seems she was barefooted and wearing a iron collar around her neck. Fighting convulsions like she was being electrocuted, she went to her knees like a willing sex slave. He knew she was no one's slave.

"Some raiders found her after trying to taste her and getting their hip bones broken. They sold her to me. Interested?"

"How much?"

"Five hundred gold."

"Too rich for my blood," truthfully he had no gold to spend.

Running away, his ears caught, "You aaaa bastard aaaaa! Come aaaa back aaaa here!"

The pain and rage in her voice matched the pain in his heart. Note to self get a used saddle and keep track of Jess.

Reaching the generator room, Jake caught his breath from that running. Looking around for the moment to remember the information that Cyborg had given Jake and Nightwing for restarting the generator. Walking over towards the panel, he began the start up process.

No problems. Safety barriers in place, generators beginning the start up sequence. Studying the panel read out after a moment of working with the panel, Jake strained his hearing. He heard fighting in the main room, until it went silent.

Grabbing the throat mic around his neck, "Nightwing, you guys still alive up there, over."

No reply.

"Nightwing, Cyborg, Starfire, do you copy, over," he repeated.

Still no response.

Shaking his head, "Hell of a time to be right," he thought, "Nightwing."

Returning to the panel, he removed his earpiece to listen for anyone coming up behind him. Everything read normal allowing Jake to moved to the doorway just in case someone came looking for him.

An alarm sounded on the panel bringing Jake back to the panel read out. Something was terribly wrong. Safety barriers failing, meltdown imminent

Standing there in shock, not sure what the hell was going on, since it didn't involve guns or his fists, therefore he was lost. Then the screen changed to the grinning face of Brother Blood.

"Aahhh, the Teen Titans," sounding like he won a major victory, "Or what is left of them? If by now, you haven't figured it out now, those who have gone to work on the main computer have been capture by my robots and one of my best students. And, at the exact same moment, another of my students along with an army of my robots is attacking the Jump City tower. But unfortunately, for you who are trying to restart the power generators, will only die in the explosion that will follow when the generator goes into meltdown, in the next ten seconds. And if you are there Jake, I'm sorry that we were never able to meet. Enjoy the afterlife, Titans."

Blood's face was replaced with a ten, then a nine. Realizing the count down was starting, Jake rushed for the door only to have it closed in front of him. Eight. Unsheathing his claws, he tried slashing at the door, only got sparks and not even a sign of a scratch.

Five. A new plan formed in his head. Four. Dropping to his knees, he carved an alchemy circle in the floor. Looking back at the counter, it turned to one.

And his only thought was, "Oh fuck," as the explosion leveled the tower on top of his head. Not like it hurt anything important.

In hunter's sparring room, Hazara threw waiting for her sparring partner after nearly killing Etana. Least that's what her recuiter, a voice she hadn't heard in along time.

Her throwing knives got interrupted by, "Chastity belts go between one's legs, not over one's mouth," bringing her attention onto a redhead with a batch of white over her left eye.

The redhead wore red MMA boxing gloves and want looked like wrist gauntlets covering her forearms. A black tank top enhancing her endowed breasts, denim jeans, and black combat boots. Going to her fighting stance which was her legs spread past her shoulder width. Her bent right leg supporting her weight. Her left fist was her lead hand while her right fist positioned near her chest. Few warm up punches. Leg stretches. Smiling , she twirled towards Hazara then landed a punch into Hazara's stomach.

Smiling at bent over Hazara, "I play rough," commented the red head.

Gripping the knife's hilt, Hazara tried slicing her sparring partner open. Her opponent did say they like it rough, Slicing open space, her attempts became random and erratic indicting her temper was getting better of her. Few cuts appeared then disappeared on her opponent's skin. Her anger prevented her from questioning the lack of wounds on her sparring partner. Believing she was missing fueled Hazara's anger. The redhead's outfit showed cuts yet no blood.

Turning counter clockwise on her right foot, the heel of redhead's left foot slammed against Hazara's temple.

Staring at Harza sitting on her knees, "Truthfully, what sick desperate demon wanted to rape you?" said the redhead.

Tackling the redhead, Hazara's attempted to scratch out the redhead's brown eyes.

Smiling and laughing "It's been awhile since I had intense girl on girl action. If I had a penis, I'll stick it in your pussy."

"Bitch!" screamed Hazara inside her head which the redhead heard inside her head. This brought a backlash from redhead's lifeforce stunning Hazara enough for the redhead to slid from under Hazara. Ending up on their knees, arm length separated them. Both pulled their fists then forward their fists founding their marks. The redhead's reach proved to be longer.

Recovering first, the redhead noticed Alice sitting on a folding chair.

"Hi, Alice," she said popping her neck.

"Jess, what do you think?"

"Besides a sore jaw, I need to rape a virgin," noticing the smirk on Alice's face, "Oh. You mean her. Do I get to mentor her?"

"Victoria decides that."

"Well, she needs to control that temper. An expert focused fighter will exploit her quickly."

Anyone staring at the now destroyed Titans tower, their jaws dropped and stared in disbelief at the base of debris. Anyone looking for cheap land for condos. In the middle of the debris was an evident rise of screams causing some people to pray for those tortured souls lost. Actually it was Jake's screams that echoed through the area as a second and smaller explosion left him gasping for breath. Thanks, Jake for ruining the moment.

Crawling from concrete debris, "Too damn close Jake," he mumbled, "way too fucking close."

You see Jake rarely used alchemy which explains his limited knowledge so in a time like this, people often forgot about it.

Studying his MP5, it was completely screwed up. It would take about five hours to pull it apart to the smallest piece just to make sure everything was working fine. Tossing it aside, along with his armor, which had been peppered by the flying shrapnel from the blast, he watched a helicopter fade in the distance.

"And once again, every single Titan had been captured. What is up with these guys, can't they just give up with the capturing already," he mumbled searching through the debris for his bike or Cyborg's car which he needed make it back to the Jump City tower in a decent amount of time.

He found the T car's rear view mirror, and nothing else. Groaning as a realization bitched slapped him, his spare pistol, custom made shotgun plus spare ammo and a normal shirt were all packed in his backpack which was missing.

Staring at the sky, "God, what did I do to piss you off?" he shouted.

Simple wayward son being too thick to think and too fast with your guns and fists.