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Chapter 37: Teaching Old Dogs New Tricks
Location: Everest-Underground City-Command Center
"…This operation has only three possibilities. We either succeed and reset time; we are captured and most likely put to death; or we fail and tear a rift in the time stream," Shayera said, walking around the command center, "Alpha team will report to me; Delta team will report to Commander Wally; and Omega and Zeta team will report to Lieutenants Talia and Helena."
"You have your orders. Dismissed," Wally said.
"Sir, yes, Sir," was echoed through the room.
~JUSTICE LEAGUE~
Location: Everest-Underground City-Training Block 3
Shayera had order all personnel on the Alpha team to meet her in the training room on the level with the hanger. Everyone was waiting for Shayera to arrive and had divided into little groups.
They didn't have to wait long; because after only five minutes, Shayera entered the room. She was in black leggings and a black halter-top.
"First thing, divide yourselves into three group...metas, aliens, and human," Shayera said, walking to the center of the room. After they had done as she said, she walked back and forth in front of them, sizing each of them up.
"Now, as Commander Wally would say, during your training, you can think of me as Dark Vader, and this is my empire. And trust me, you don't want the empire to strike back," Shayera said, "So understand this. When you enter this room, I own you. If I say do twenty laps around the gym, you do it. If I say to drop and give me fifty, you do it...Understood," Shayera said.
"Yes, Ma'am," the soldier echoed.
"If you don't like how I run things, I don't care. If you think I'm being too hard or unfair, tough luck. And if you think you don't have to deal with all the hardship I will throw at you, you should have left when you had the chance," Shayera said, and then stopping in front of a young man.
"Soldier, if I say jump, what do you do," Shayera asked.
"Ask how high, Ma'am," the man answered.
"No…Don't ask, don't think, just jump," Shayera said.
~JUSTICE LEAGUE~
Location: Everest-Underground City-Shooting Range
"If you're going to shoot at something, kill it. Otherwise take up knitting," Helena said, after disassembling and reassembling an weapon.
"This is a waste of time," Vigilante (Greg Saunders) said.
"You have something to add," Helena asked.
"I wouldn't want to show you up," Greg said.
"Oh, that's so thoughtful of you," Helena said.
"One of the best marksman in the league…you could learn a thing or two from me," Greg said.
"Really," Helena asked, crossing her arms.
"He's screwed," Harley said, walking over to a stack of crates in the room, and perching herself on top of them.
"Most definitely," Talia said, walking over to a computer monitor with the vitals of all the people in the room displayed.
"Yes," Greg said, a smug smirk on his face.
"Well then here," Helena said, tossing her pistol at him.
"What," Greg said; catching the weapon and looking at her like she was crazy. Which he thought she very well was.
"I'm the target in your sights. You've got ten rounds to take me down," Helena said.
"I don't want to hurt you," Greg said.
"They're training arrows. The most I'll feel is a little jolt…but then that would mean you'd have to actually hit me first," Helena said, walking away a few feet before turning to face him. Greg glances aside at the trainees with him. The league members are looking a Helena as if she had lost it, but the rest are looking at him like he was a fool. Greg readies the pistol. Helena darts left; and he shoots and misses. She darts right. He misses.
"C'mon, Vigilante," Ray said, from his place on the sidelines.
Greg tries harder, genuinely trying his best. But Helena was too fast. Helena was ducking and weaving around Greg, as catlike in her movements as her mother used to be around Batman. Five more shots miss her, and now Greg is feeling the pressure. He waits for her to move. Fires. She leaps up onto a corner wall and the bolt passes underneath. He fires again as she lands, and she ducks under it and rolls up to him. He fires his last bolt point blank. She catches it in her left hand by the stem as it leaves the chamber. Slamming her body up against his. Her right hand was behind his head, and her left hand was holding the bolt to his neck.
"Guess you're rusty from your time in a box," Helena said, starring him straight in the eyes.
She holds his eyes a moment longer and then lets him go; and he stumbles away from her. As she walks away, Helena casually tosses the bolt at a target; and when it hits, it exploded. The leagues all jump back in surprise, and Greg glances at the underside of the pistol's magazine. Three words are written on it: "CAUTION: LIVE BOLTS"
Harley laughed, hopping down from her perch and walked over to Talia. She glanced at the bio-display.
"Aw, Vic's heart just skipped a beat. Isn't that sweet," She teased, looking up at the heroes. Helena flashed a smile to Question (Vic Sage), before calling order back to the room.
Author's Note:
I'm thinking about adding someone else to the mix. Any suggestions on who it should be?
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