Noticing the box of chocolates and two wine glasses, "The massive warp was Raven bringing help to resurrect Jake Spiegel," said Alice.

"The butcher of Batur?"

"The retired demon hunter that doesn't know about the body bag policy. Then she returned them to their proper eras. Note the smaller warps and names."

"Ed and Al," chewing on her chocolate, "It's been decades back when magic was still in use. Traveling backwards. Inuyasha. Killing his father was a pleasure. Dante still not humbled after your beat down by Richard."

"A lot of behind the scenes and shadows."

"Preventing mass hysterics and graves. And Blood had the Loc-Nar, again."

"Macasa dell latoa, The name that was used."

"Bastardizing Yahweh's language. Keep forgetting they're fallen angels. Those bureaucratic bastards. Got the fire and man power to prevent this and they refuse it use."

"Can't risk losing hunters."

"I'm getting the HDC back," pressing the intercom button, "Miss Bramh, call the meeting with the council."

"Is the old demon assassin looking to sharpen her blades?"

"I'm not the in mood for your sass," produced a smile on Alice's lips.

Waking up, they found their hands secured behind their back by some soft substance like a rubber band that wouldn't snap apart preventing them breaking free. The crab creatures carried them into a carven. Dropping them onto a rocky surface, their eyes rested onto a mound. Some slime like substance boiled like water in the crater of the mound.

First, their helmets were removed. Then their coveralls torn from their bodies leaving them in their tank top and panties.

"Altair, I don't like where this is heading."

"Same here, Daria."

A slime like substance slithered from the crater down the mound towards the two female hunters. It spilt into two slime like snakes. The slime snakes stood up swaying almost hypnotic. Striking at them, it covered the hunters. It assaulted their exotic zones. Their sexual pleasure exploded. Their moans and groans echoed through the cavern as the slime absorbed their pussy juices. Their bodies temperature rose as the slime continued its assault. Their protests became moans of more as the slime orgy continued collecting their sexual fluid.

Passing out, the slime slithered off them then back up the mound returning to the crater of protoculture. Laying on the floor their bodies quivered. Breathing hard trying to calm their mind and bodies down as the protoculture chugged and bubbled like lava ready to erupt.

A skeleton rose from the slimy substance. Slowly muscle covered the skeleton frame. Reviving of a motorcycle engine grew closer to them.

Three Cyclones cycles burst into the room. Two were riderless. They stopped by the two unconscious hunters as the one with a rider continued up the mound. Sailing into the air, it knocked the still forming skeleton back into the protoculture while dropping couple canisters of laundry detergent. As the detergent dissolved away the protoculture, the Cyclone with the rider pulled apart then attached itself to the rider creating battle armor.

The wheels secured the rider's legs allowed her to move like skater on ice. Thinning the Invid warriors down, she moved to the unconscious hunters. Lifting them up, she secured them to their Cyclones. Programming them to leave, she turned her attention onto the monstrously that was Dolza. An energy blade popped from her gauntlet then she raced towards Dolza beheading him. Absorbing the Dolza's energy as the cavern collapsed.

Waking up, Altair found herself resting against the rock wall while someone searched through their gear.

Removing their spare coveralls from Cyclones' side packs, "Unless you two want to be popular on a military base," said the red head wearing a bandana with the pigtail over her right shoulder, "Put them on," throwing them the spare uniforms, "and wait for our ride."

Laying on the back of her Cyclone, Jess took a nap.

Two weeks passed since the fight with Blood. The city had been restored and life was back to normal. Well, still got fashion disasters breaking or enforcing law. Jake checked on the cook and got to meet his two sons in person.

Jake felt different. When Raven exited his mind after the night they had spent together, he didn't have the blood rage that always tugged at the back of his mind. He felt more in control and couldn't wait to use his claws openly. That had to wait.

Right now, they were sitting in the main room, eating breakfast that everyone prepared for themselves. The Titans East, along with Mammoth and Gizmo, left to rebuild their tower in Steel City. Mammoth and Gizmo being apart of the East team, balancing the numbers of Titans. And there was the fact the Mammoth was starting to get into all of the food and Gizmo kept bugging Cyborg to check out all of the gadgets and every piece of tech in our Tower, which had gotten annoying very quickly.

Jump City Titans sat around the table, chatting with each other.

"Hey Jake, I just remembered, how come we've never seen the tricks you used against those Cybots before?" Cyborg said causing the table to go quiet, waiting for Jake's reply.

Groaning at being the center of attention, he placed his fork next to his scrambled eggs that he made.

Staring at Cyborg, "Two reasons. One, I wasn't in an open space large enough, and outnumbered very many times," Jake replied, "My tricks need a lot of space to move around with, and I came up with them to work with against a large group of attackers. Second, when I was in a spot that I could have used my tricks, I wasn't the only one fighting. Even I make slip ups, and I didn't want anyone I fight with shot, so I held back them and focused on my hand-to-hand combat skills to fight."

"Do you ever train with your skills?" asked Nightwing.

"Whenever I have the space I need, others aren't around to be hurt, and I have the time and the ammo to spare," he replied leaning back in his chair, "But I don't have the area here to do that. The outside training area is large enough, and I'm sure we can come up with enough targets. Heck, I even have more the enough cash to buy extra rounds and I have the skills to make more. But, even a missed shot can travel far and maybe even far enough to hit a civilian on the shore."

"You could have said something," said Nightwing, causing a confused look on Jake's face, "I had Cyborg set up an area shield around the training ground in case of stray hex bolts, sonic blasts, rocks, and who knows what else goes flying."

"When did this happen?"

"About the second week after you died," answered Cyborg.

Silence.

"Well, they might be a little rusty, being it's been what, close to five, maybe six months since I've used them, but care to see my other tricks?"

The shouts of 'yes' were deafening or nearly knocked him over. Voted for knocking him over.

Smiling, "Alright, alright, I'll show you guys, just turn down the volume. Let me finish my breakfast and get my gear, and I'll show you."

Everyone quickly finished their meal to build up their excitement while ate slowly, extra slowly.

About five minutes after breakfast, Jake walked towards the training area, catching, "If he's getting his SWAT gear, it could still be another five minutes," whined Beast Boy.

"But that kind of gear isn't made for the kind of things he did back in the sewers," remarked Nightwing.

"You're right, I've got my own designed web gear for this stuff." I spoke up causing everyone to jump.

Everyone saw he was wearing a plain bulletproof vest with Special Forces issue black pants, and fingerless gloves. across his chest was shotgun shells in holed belts. His pistols at his side, a belt pouches full of ammo clips. He had more. On his back with the pistol grips showing over his shoulders was two double-barreled, sawed off shotguns. In a cross draw holster under his left shoulder was a .44 magnum Smith & Weston revolver which he used for more long distance and ricochet shots. And under the other arm, was an Ithaca 12 gauge pump action shotgun. It had a pistol grip and sawed down barrel. There was a hidden feature, it was rigged upside down and the barrel held to his belt by a spring clip. Everyone was wide eyed.

"DAAAAAAAMN!" came from Cyborg.

Walking forward, "This is my full gun slinging kit," explained Jake, "Everything is used, and whatever I'm wearing has been reinforced with Kevlar. The only thing I don't have on is a mid length that holds even more ammo and that's also reinforced," moving up towards Nightwing with cockily grin cockily, "Throw everything you got at me," entering the training area.

"What?" remarked Nightwing.

"You heard me," replied. Jake, "throw everything you got at me, and put that shield up to max."

"Are you sure, I mean, dude!" said Beast Boy. "How can you fight with so much stuff?"

Pointing to Nightwing over his shoulder, "He carries a lot of stuff to, the only difference is the size," looking over his shoulder.

Pulling out a pair of sunglasses from his pant's pocket, he slide them on slowly.

Once they were in place, "Now are we going to start this party?"

Shrugging, "Alright it'll start in five seconds," remarked Nightwing.

Readying himself, five seconds later somewhere between 30 to 40 robots appeared. They seemed to look a lot like Slade's bots.

"We brought a couple Slade's destroyed robots back and used the same tech to build these in order to train better," informed Cyborg from the side lines.

Noticing that they were close together in front of Jake, he smiled.

"Ok, this first trick is really the only one with these things, but I've given it a little name. I call this," pulling out the pair of sawed off shotguns and leveling them at the robots, "Shotgun Serenade."

Pulling the triggers, all four barrels to fire at once. Hitting the release, the guns snapped forward opening the barrels. Then snapped back. Keeping the barrels level allowed the force to eject the empty shells which tossed them forward. Releasing the shotgun grip, Jake moved his hands towards the belts across his chest pulling out four more rounds. From speculators' view, Jake's shotguns seemed hovering near Jake's midsection as he pushed the rounds into the barrels. The guns began to spin forward allowing Jake's hands to catch the shotgun grips. Snapping his wrists up caused the closing of the barrels, and bringing them up. To hold the shotguns properly, he let go and twisted his wrists back, aiming them again at the robots. Reloading the shotguns took about 5 to 10 seconds max. All four barrels fired once again. Over half of the robots were damaged from the shotgun pelts, and at least five were already out of the fight.

Seeing movement out the corner of his eye, he dropped the two shotguns. Turning his head to his side, he saw a rogue robot jumping to catch him by surprise. Snapping his right shoulder forward, then backward, he brought his hands up. The Ithaca shotgun flew up without even being touched. His right hand caught it spinning it around since it was connected to a rope around his shoulder until it was leveled at the flying robot. With the pull of the slide, the shotgun fired, right into the robot's chest area destroying it. By now, the other robots had grouped up around him. Lifting the shotgun into the air with his shoulder as a base, he pumped a new round into the chamber. Bring it around, he fired three more shots moving in the middle of the battle. With the last shoot he fired, he crouched down, while a knife cut the rope which held the shotgun in place while he fired the fourth round. Not stopping. He brought it up, using the butt end to bash away the robot's arm. Still holding the pump, he let the force of the movement to load the last round in the chamber behind his back. Bringing the gun back forward, he grabbed the handle with his left hand leveling it at the knife wielding robot's head.

"I call those shots, Snap Shots," Jake said grinning.

He pulled the trigger destroying the head of the robot.

By now, out of 40 robots sent against him, a third was already on the ground, and the rest were damaged from the shotgun pelts. Dropping the shotgun since it had gotten really tight in this place, he unholstered the magnum aiming it between the eyes of the robot next to him.

It seemed everything froze as he spoke, "Now this puppy is just for the big ones that take a lot of force to kill, but I don't mind using it now."

A deafening bang from the barrel sent the bullet shattering the robot like glass, and destroying two more as the bullet continued to travel. The gun recoiled with such a force, it looked like it jumped out of his hand. In fact, he let its own force do the work for him. It flew up over his head, and landed in his waiting hand on the other side. Already aiming between the eyes of another robot, he pulled the trigger again. This time, the four robots were destroyed. He continued switching between hands until all six rounds were gone. I reholstered the magnum.

"That was my Jumping Gun trick," said Jake, "So far, twenty nine robots destroyed, and that was just three tricks," slowly drawing his pistols, "Now, time for my fun," aiming them at the remaining robots. "Well, what are you waiting for, this party just starting to rock."

Moving around the robots, shooting, dodging, and even getting a few kicks in, he ran out after about five more robots fell.

Grinning, "You've seen the Lock and Drop," mimicking an announcer's voice. "and you've seen the Toss Around, but now its time for the In and Out Load."

Bringing the handguns in, he ejected the empty magazines then tossed handguns out sideways. As they flew out, they each hit a robot and rebounded Jake's way. In his waiting hands were two new magazines, which he threw towards the rebounding guns. The magazines slid right into the guns. Jake didn't touch the guns, and the reloaded guns continued to fly towards him. Wrapping his hands around his body, he caught the guns he tossed.

Smirking, "And this sets up for the Burster.'"

Dropping to his left knee, and snapping his guns out, he spun them on his palms with his trigger fingers keeping from flying. Spinning with such force as they fired in a circle around him, not one bullet misfired and hit him. Down to two rounds in each gun, and four robots. he snapped his left hand forward and his right hand backward. Firing one shot from each gun, he rose. Spinning to his left, he brought the other guns to bear on the remaining robots, and fired. Moving around in a circle, he searched for more targets. Finally satisfied that he showed off enough, he let the slides slam forward since they had opened up showing that he was out of ammo, then holstered his pistol.

Turning, he saw 3:19 on the clock and laughing at everyone's face. Jaws were on the ground, eyes the size of hubcaps. I collected my fallen weapons and walk to where they stood. The only thing I didn't put away was the Ithaca shotgun, since the rope had been cut. But I placed that to rest on my shoulder, lowering my glasses just a bit; I smirked at them and said.

"Now you know why you don't want to mess with this gunslinger."

Opening his eyes, "That sounds like a challenge, Jake," said Prisoner 770219 staring at ceiling of his cell.

Returning from his showing off, Jake saw Etana, Daria, Altair, and Hazara sitting at the dinning table with their heads down.

"Okay ladies, who died," brought their attention on him.

"Hazara," noticing her black eye, "who hit you with a sledgehammer?"

"Her sparring partner," answered Etana.

"I thought you were her sparring partner."

"I was until Hazara nearly sever my aorta."

Hazara's fingers started moving furiously.

"I know you're sorry and I forgave you."

"Why isn't she talking by touch?" asked Jake.

"She was told to use sign language and we had to learn."

"You told you that," sitting down.

"Her recruiter and our new section leader."

"New section leader?"

"We including Otomo have been reassigned from Wheeler. Our new section leader is Hazara's recruiter and one who ordered us to help you."

"The one who promised to remove her curse."

"Correct."

"And those two," motioning to Daria and Altair.

"They returned from Macross City and seemed they got help from a demon hunter who was testing V-techs. And I forget our new section leader is temporally."

"Why?"

Quoting with her fingers, "Our new section leader hasn't been found."

"You've lost me."

"Our permanent section leader is MIA. Remember the arrest warrants for demon hunters?"

Chuckling, "Yes."

"It seems not all hunters were killed. It seems some were transported away and no one knows where."

"Council doing anything?"

"Yes, it's why we got reassigned to a new section leader. It seems Wheeler's indecisiveness cost him."

"Really?"

"He lost almost all his hunters except for his top hunters namely the Breed brothers."

"Wow. So just passing by to tell me this."

"No, to deliver this," sliding a notice towards him.

Reading the notice, "I'm going to need a drink."

Getting up, he headed towards the fridge. Grabbing the whiskey bottle that he hid in the back, he sat down, filled a shot glass, chugged it down, then refilled the shot glass. Rereading the notice, It was a formal invite to an awards ceremony. Everyone that had to deal with Blood and/or Trigon was getting an award of some kind, followed by a ball in their honor. Meaning them, hunters and Titans.

"Any chance of getting out of it," grumbled Jake.

Shaking her head, "Nope," remarked Etana, "cause they sent this, too."

Jake took the piece of paper and read the note

To the hunters that brought down Brother Blood and the demon warlord known as Trigon. Should you not attend the award ceremony that is in your honor, the remaining hunters that are currently not on assignment will track you down and bring you in anyway. So please don't make it difficult. Signed Nigel Powers.

Powers had signed it, meaning there was no getting out of it.

"Well," said Jake, "this is going to be fun, explaining this to the others."