Two weeks past when a woman with pink eyes and white hair walked into the House of the Rising Sun.

"I'm looking for a man," she said producing snickering from the men.

"Sweet thing, I believe we can satisfy the requirement."

Sighing, her elbow rammed into his stomach. Pinning him to the bar top, his eyes caught the sight of the tip of a hidden blade aimed at his eye.

"Let me finish," she hissed, "He's traveling with a redhead with a white batch of hair over her left eye."

"They left couple days back," said the bartender.

"Thank you," she said.

Letting the man go, she left by walking backwards.

An old 1982 Ford Ranger pulled up to a staging area outside of Jump City that the army was using. An MP motioned the driver to slow down.

Approaching the driver side window, "I'm sorry sir, but your going to have to turn around, the city is locked down, I can't allowed you to enter."

Staring at the palm pilot on his hip, "How about you check the Titans listing for the ID number 3461. And if you call up the Flash, and tell him that the guy waiting in whatever staging area this is expecting to win back that cash from the poker game from ten months ago."

Blinking, he went ahead and check. After a minute of comparing that stupid mug with the image he received, he saluted.

"Sorry sir, didn't recognize you, and we were told that all of the Titans, East and West, had been captured."

Smiling a lopsided grin, his actually grin, "That's no problem, tell me where I can park this junker, then I can chat with whoever is in charge."

He nodded and pointed to a spot on the side of the road. Parking, Jake was escorted to the headquarters of whatever forces were securing the area. Too bad they didn't throw him in the brig.

Inside was a one star general with graying hair with hints of red.

Saluting Jake, "Good to see we still have on Titan on our side, Spiegel," said the general.

Returning the salute, "What are we looking at General Rock?"

Motioning Jake to follow to a vertical computer screen with a map of the area, "Blood has taken the entire city with an army of those cybots, which is what were call the full metallic Cyborgs. With exception of yourself, all the other Titans have been captured, but it has be unconfirmed if they are still alive or not. And by the way, where were you when all this went down?"

"In Steel City with Nightwing, Cyborg, Starfire checking on the Titans of the East. Turn into a trap with the three getting captured and a building getting dropped on my head."

Laughing a little bit, "Well, nice to know you had a little fun," he said returning to his serious look, "Anyway, the Justice League showed up during the worst of the fighting, but they didn't help much. Once the Cybots reached the city limits, which was when the League finally showed up, they just stop. Anyone who came within fifty feet was attacked on sight, and when the League tried a counter attack, they were pushed back just as bad. It seemed the every Cybot destroyed was replaced a few seconds later. Now, we've locked down the city, and setup up several staging areas like this one, and the League are moving between them as they can, but right now, its just Green Lantern, Flash, and Batman here. The others all went else where to stop who knows what else."

"Ok, but what about firepower wise?" asked Jake studying the map, "what are we looking at?"

Pointing to all the major points, "We have Cybots is several areas around the city, mainly armed with a sonic cannon, but most have been upgraded to a lethal punch rather then knock out. The same ones also have land to air missiles built in, in case we tried an air attack. There is also an unknown amount of Cybots within the city in case we tried a drop operation," he sighed rubbing the back of his neck, "but, the funny thing is, they stopped at the docks, but they left the Tower and the rest of the actually bay alone. We can get into the Tower, but if we try to move towards the docks, the Cybots open up on us."

Nodding, "Has anyone been over to check the tower for clues or anything that could be useful?"

"I went over that building five times with a fine tooth comb," answered the voice behind Jake, "but there wasn't a thing there, and you know I won that ten bucks fair and square Jake."

Grinning as he faced Flash, who stood there grinning like an idiot, yes, they were trying to out idiot the other.

"Doesn't matter, I will get it back. How you doing, been awhile."

They shook hands.

"Eh, you know me, I can't stay in one place to long."

Rolling his eyes, "So why are you here?"

Giving Jake a look, "Doing my job, unlike you."

Holding his hand up in defense, "Hey now, I had a build dropped on top of me, give me a break already."

Flash's smile returned.

"So I heard, but that doesn't mean I ain't going to make fun of you because of it," looking at the map on the computer screen, "I've been running between areas to check for any new info, and GL and Bats are at the east side staging area. The rest of the League is up in the Watchtower trying to work something out that can get someone in."

"Weren't you guys coming up with some teleporter or something along those lines?"

Rubbing the back of his head, "I don't know much about it."

"For which I'm not surprised," quipped Jake.

Ignoring Jake's comment, "But I do know that its still a prototype, and even still, there's something over the city."

Restudying the map, "Blood must have setup a field of some sort. He isn't called a human monster for nothing."

Flash and General Rock both look at Jake with a bit of confusion. The more he told them about Blood more wide eyed they got.

Crossing his arms, the general stared at Jake.

"Aren't you one of those hunter I've been hear so much about these days?"

Smacking himself upside his head, "Of course," said Flash, "can't you call some of your fellow hunters to give us a hand with this guy?"

Thinking for a moment, "Better to have help then work on your own."

Grabbing a piece of paper from a private's notebook, Jake quickly wrote down a few letters allowing him to request the other hunters for their help.

Looking at Jake while he was writing, "So, you're going to mail them a letter," remarked Flash, "Ain't that going to take awhile?"

"Someone got a light?"

Pulling out a silver lighter, "Here you go," said the general, "but I really don't think smoking right now is a good idea."

Grinning, Jake spit on the corner of the letter.

Noticing the confused looks, "Just watch."

Applying a flame to the corner he spat on, the flame reached the spit growing and changing to a greenish color.

"Ok, now I'm really confused," said Flash.

Staring at him, "Trust me, I'll tell you and you'll become even more confused."

"Ok, you don't need to tell me anything then," said Flash pointing to the flames, "doesn't that hurt?"

"Nope, not even hot, not even warm."

Actually it hurt like a bitch, but Jake had to keep up the appearance of his so called bad ass reputation. It didn't stay that way. The flame returned to its natural orange color then flaring up increasing the pain of his burning hand and destroying the note.

Grasping his hand, "GOD DAMN, that fucking hurt. So of a…"

Noticing people rushing around him, trying to see the damage of his hand, as well as trying to figure out what just happened. This may take awhile.

"Back off!" Jake shouted over the voices, "I'm good."

Shaking his head, "Sir, your hand is badly burned," said a sergeant, "it needs medical help."

Watching as his healing factor piercing together the burned flesh as well as regrowing missing flesh. The sergeant, as well as everyone else watching this, were in shock.

Giving his copy right protected shit eating grin, "Trust me, I'll be fine."

"That's new," commented Flash.

"No, it isn't just had it turned off when I was working with you. And before you ask, it's a long story and I don't have time to sit deal with it, so accept it and move on."

Flash just nodded to Jake's bullshit.

"What was with the pyro show?" asked General Rock, "Is that normal?"

"No, it isn't normal. The flame would have remain green and rather then burn away, it would just fade away."

Jake knew what that meant, and he didn't like it. Duh.

"I don't like where you're going with this Jake," remarked Flash, "What's going on?"

"Blood has done something to ensure that nothing can exit or enter this dimension. No help is coming. We're on our own for this."

This will take awhile with this genius.