"This is just-"

"If you finish that sentence," threatened Jake, "I will skewer you, Mouse."

Quickly he shut up. The SEALs and Jake moved down the tunnel halfway. about five minutes ago Boomer and Buzz were left at the first explosive point.

"You don't believe that old wives tale is true, do you ,kid?" said Lookout.

"Yes I do," replied Jake, "because it's happened to me more times then you've gotten laid."

"Quiet down," said the Captain.

Stopping, their ears detected metal scrapping against brick.

"Sounds like there's a large amount of bots in front of us," whispered Jake.

"I don't think we could take them, sir," said Sarge, "without Buzz on heavy weapons and Boomer also gone, we don't have enough firepower to take on a large group."

Pulling out the maps to the tunnels, "Looks like if we double back to that last tunnel crossing," said the Captain, "we can move around them."

"But who's to say that those bots won't come in behind us when we pass them," said Jake.

"I know."

Checking the clip in his pistol, "Captain, take your team around. I'll head off the bots and whatever Blood throws at us. Find a second route through, let me worry about these things."

Giving Jake a look, "Are you crazy," said Sarge, " or do you have a death wish kid?"

Grinning at him, "I've already died, so I must be crazy." And he should've stayed that way.

Sarge just shook his head.

"Alright," said Captain, "do what you can but try to get through as quick as you can, am I clear."

"As crystal."

They fell back as Jake moved towards next turn of the tunnel. Pulling out an EMP grenade, he tossed around the corner while charging up power rounds to break through the armor and disable the bots. His claws were for close quarter combat. Sounds like a good old party to him. Hearing the grenade discharge, he spun around with guns cocked. Taking aim at nothing in the tunnel, not one robot, not even so much as a loose piece of cement had fallen on the ground.

Slowly walking forward, he swept the area with his gun. About five feet into the tunnel, static began to come over the radio.

Retrieving it, he listened to static. After a moment, something did come over the radio. Sparks. The radio began to spark. In surprise, he tossed the radio onto the ground. After another moment of sparking, the radio exploded. Waiting for it to cool down from the explosion, he studied it. The wiring and circuits were fried. Alchemy could repair it even if he could pull that off. It wouldn't hold together since he didn't know what caused it blow up in the first place.

"Ok, something's not right," he mumbled.

Jogging back to the SEAL team, he knew whenever a situation developed with chances of going to go to hell, he had feeling and it was heading in that direction right now and SEAL team needed his help.

And BOOM sent him flying into the wall and bringing down the street above he down, to. Slamming into the wall dislocated his arm in a way it wasn't suppose to be. Clenching his teeth in pain, He grabbed it with my free hand which still grip his handgun.

Soak in the pain and let the shock pass while he stared at the tunnel filled with rubble before him. Straining his ears which were ringing from the explosion, the ringing stopped allowing him to detect the faint sounds of weapons fire. The SEAL team was pinned down and he couldn't talk with them or help them.

Staring at his dislocated arm which was ninety degrees backwards from the joint, he slammed it against a wall with such force it left a deep impression against the pipes.

Slipping his arm between the metal bars of a grate, he bit into a bullet as he caused sickening pop and a pain filled growl by snapping his arm back into place. He opened his hand while the muscle reattached to his forearm. After a few moments, he flexed and twisted his hand and arm ensuring proper blood flow.

The tingling sensation of his blood worked its way through his hand, he made sure his hand and arm were working fine. Rewrapping his fingers around the gun grip, he stood up. Pressing forward, he hoped he wasn't going to be the only person surviving this.

Following the tunnel with the gun barrel aimed at the ground, his eyes swept right and left.

Halfway down the second tunnel, a flash of light blinded him. His vision recovered to discover himself in a tunnel standing in front of the opening to a large room, which Jake guessed where Blood and the Titans were at.

Circling the Loc-Nar, Beowulf kept his eyes on Brother Blood. Blocking Cray's spear, he avoided the spear tip. Ducking allowed the spear tip to jam into the stone. Simple hard punch to stomach then palm thrust into Cray's jaw. Cray dropped to the ground.

His failed student laid in the ground. It gave Blood the needed delay to make his wish. Green lighting shot from the orb like tentacles digging into existence adsorbing reality.

"Fool, it's begun!" yelled Blood.

"You're the fool to believe that," remarked Beowulf.

Motioning towards Beowulf was the command for the remaining Death's Head robots to attack then wished for his exit. Glowing green, he flew between the robots allowing him to conserve his energy as they destroyed themselves.

Flying near the Loc-Nar using the tentacles to thin out the remaining robots, "Really an idiot," mumbled Beowulf placing the Loc-Nar between his hands.

His eyes glowing green while green lightning crackled while his right hand counter clockwise as his left hand went clockwise. The lightening from his lifeforce struck the Loc-Nar. Blood didn't realize only reason the Loc-Nar gave one wish was cause it used up its energy. Blood's wishes used up that energy quickly.

Recharging it, "I wish this galaxy restarted." Light engulfed him.

Opening his eyes, Beowulf floated in water. Looking around he saw Cray's floating, Grabbing Cray, he returned Cray to his proper era. Let Victoria and her silly organization handle him. As for Beowulf, adventure awaited for him.

Raising his gun leveled to his eyes, he moved into the room. Completely inside, the same flash appeared from behind him. Spinning around, he found the entrance replaced with a wall of bricks.

"For crying out loud, what did I ever do to piss so many people off," Jake mumbled. Due you really need answer.

Turning around, he raised his gun staring into the darkness. He moved forward searching with his eyes.

Reaching the center of the room, a light appeared revealing he stood in the middle of the room allowing those remaining in the darkness to watch him.

"Still playing the hero after so much death," came from Blood's voice, "And you continue to hope even thought your life is nothing but pain in misery."

"What can I say, someone's got to kick your ass."

"Much like Mister Blood," was the reply.

A second light revealed hanging against the wall by his wrists, was Cray covered in his own blood. His clothing ripped and tattered. He breathed heavily.

Jake's anger spiked, "How bout you come out and play with someone who can fight back, Blood?"

A third light appeared, this time it shown over Blood, who was standing high over the bottom of the room. "I prefer to watch and enjoy, and your friends will be pleased to watch you die as well."

This time, the entire room lit up and revealed members of both Titan teams in individual cells. Aqualad, Bumblebee, Beast Boy, Raven, Starfire, and Mas Y Menos had power restricting collars around their necks. Their powers were special and couldn't use them until the collars were removed.

As for Cyborg, Nightwing, and Speedy. Cyborg was attached to a large magnet so that he couldn't move, and Nightwing and Speedy's hands were encased in a steel holder so they couldn't grip anything.

They all were yelling not realizing they were in sound proof cells which explains why he didn't hear them before.

"I think we should be using very simple cybots to see just how well you work," said Blood.

Smoke shot up from beneath the ground where Jake was standing. Bring out his second gun, his eyes started scanning around his surrounding. A good amount of cybots rose and power up.

"Before I allow them to take your life, would you like to say your last words?" asked Blood.

Grinning, Jake reholstered his gun as quickly as he pulled it out. From under his shirt, he pulled out a pair of sunglasses. Smiling, he slipped them on then pulled both guns back out.

Aiming them in either direction, "Time to have some fun," replied Jake.

"FIRE," shouted Blood.

Ducking the barrage of sonic cannon shots causing them shot a few of fellow bots, Jake spun, shot. Moving with every shot like it was music, a dance of thunder and shell casings. Not able to take out as many as he wanted do to running out of ammo, he stood with a smile on his lips.

As the cybots aimed, "Time to show off a bit," commented Jake, "so here comes a special of mine I call, the toss around."

Tossing one empty gun into the air, Jake reached behind him and withdrew two fresh magazines while ejecting the empty magazine from the gun still in his hand. Placing one magazine in his mouth, he slammed the second one into the handgun. Tossing the second gun forward with a spin, he spun forward striking the cybot in front of him in the forehead, Catching the second gun unloaded six rounds into its chest cavity. It flew backwards allowing Jake to catch the first gun which he reloaded it with the fresh magazine gripped by his teeth. Spinning, he sent a round from the first gun into a cybot behind him.

Smiling at his handy work, his eyes scanned the room catching the sight of every Titans' eyes wide.

"What?" he said in a surprised manner, "Didn't you think a gunslingers' skill would have something to do with his guns?"

Actually there's a gunslinger who likes to throw guns like boomerangs.

The cybots renewed the fight while Jake moved around them, dodging metal fists and shots from their sonic cannons until there's three left. Out of bullets and Jake smiled. Tossing one gun up, looking like Jake was going to repeat with the toss around again, the cybots took aim. Quickly reloading the remaining gun in his hand, as the cybot behind him fired, Jake ducked under the shot rolling to the left. Rising again while dropping the gun on his left foot, his right hand caught the first gun. Reloading it, he kicked the gun on his foot up then caught it.

Firing two shots which took the cybot behind him and in front of him out. Turning both barrels on the last cybot, "Jackpot," pulling both triggers.

"I must say, I am impressed. Tell me, what do you call that second trick of yours, Mr. Spiegel?"

"That's what I called my lock and drop," he said turning and pointing both guns at him, "now, lets you and me tango."

"That was just round one. Round two for you will deal with someone you've dealt with before."

Snapping his fingers, three openings appeared around the room.

Through the first opening came a large machine with little body of Gizmo in the middle. Missile launchers in the lower leg units and on the shoulders, a pair six barreled mini-guns on the sides of the torso. And finally, the arms had extended energy swords.

From the second, came Mammoth just bigger, meaner, and stronger with his scared body revealing what he's been through. Cracking his knuckles then his neck like it bones breaking.

Through the third, came Jinx with her hands radiating power to the point that small amounts of power arced in every direction. And it wasn't limited to just her hands. Every part of her body seemed to be overloaded with power. As for her personally, her skin was paler, and her hair was an even darker shade of pink. Psycho bitch got cooler.

The only thing that made them look the same was the glowing red eyes. It was a deep red, deep enough to have men shaking in fear. They don't seem human anymore.

"You may have been able to defeat simple robots, but I find children to be better fighters, and now that my students have had the powers increased by the use of my magic, they are stronger then anything in this universe," gloated Blood with a wave of his hand, "Now my pupils, destroy him, leave nothing of him remaining in this world."

As they rushed at Jake, he knew the right fighting just got started.