Author's Note: Okay, "Homefront" was quite possibly the most epic episode I've ever seen :) Did you guys love it or what? I also read on the Young Justice Wiki that Zatanna is rumored to be the next person to join the team. That should be interesting, yeah? Anyways, after this chapter there is just one left. I will be taking about a three week break after finishing this, just so that I can get ahead of my schoolwork. Then, I'll have more time to update :) The title of the sequel is "Amicable Anarchy." The title probably seems weird now, but it should make more sense once the sequel gets going. Also, I know absolutely nothing about hacking, but I did my best to make it sound realistic and cool (see below). Let me know what you guys think about the chapter. Also, I don't know if I mentioned this, but I do have a blog on tumblr. I'd love for you guys to follow me and I'd love to follow you as well. I might even post sneak peeks for my fics on my blog :) Here's the link http ; / / awakeforthenight . tumblr. com (remove all the spaces)

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Chapter Thirty One: Stake Out and Set Up

Immediately following their landing, Remy and Dinah headed for the nearest hotel. They needed a base of operations to organize and mobilize.

Just as Dinah had said, Batman had been extremely suspicious when she had informed him of her plans to take Remy to the Netherlands. But he hadn't had a solid reason for saying no, as Dinah had also pointed out.

So they had gotten out of the country without incident. Cheshire and the Shadows were quiet for the moment in the sense that there hadn't been any attempts on her life as of yet.

But even with Black Canary at her side, Remy knew better than to relax.

Sure, during her initiation, she had fought and killed members of the Shadows. But they had been low ranking compared to Cheshire and Sportsmaster.

Remy was almost certain that fighting either one of them would mean certain death. And the Shadows would have the element of surprise and endless resources on their side.

In the meantime, she had to figure out what Dr. Erik van der Rhys had to do with Occulta and, ultimately, her mother's death.

"This should serve as a decent enough base of operations," Dinah was saying as they entered the hotel room. "It's a public wifi network, which means our internet activity can be traced if anyone's looking."

"I'm not too fond of that notion," Remy sneered. "I'd prefer it if we stayed invisible."

Dinah rolled her eyes taking a seat at on the window sill. "No one will look for us in Holland, Remy."

Remy's eyes flashed as she turned to look at Dinah. "The Shadows don't have jurisdiction. They'll track me anywhere I go."

"They can, but I don't think they can handle two Leaguer's," Dinah smirked. "In any case, Batman's installed the highest security available on all of our computers. They shouldn't be able to track us."

Remy sighed, taking Dinah's computer out of the bag. She walked over to the computer desk and took a seat. "Our Dr. Van Der Rhys is obviously connected to Occulta. He's the one who left the note. So, following general logic, we need to set up a meeting."

Remy turned on the computer and patiently waited for it to load.

"I'm surprised you don't want to just break in," Dinah muttered.

Remy shook her head. "Why break in when I can be invited in?"

"You're learning," Dinah smirked, pulling a chair up next to Remy's. "Oh password is nine, twelve, eighty-three."

"What date is that?" Remy asked, typing it in.

Dinah's face colored slightly. "A friend of mine. His birthday."

Remy snorted as she opened up an internet browser. "Based on how red your face is, I'd say it's a boyfriend."

Dinah raised an eyebrow. "Feel like talking about your red-headed neighbor?'

Remy relented, feeling her own face heat up. "Fair enough."

She turned her attention back to the internet browser and searched for the Van Der Rhys institute. "Even if I can set up a meeting with this doctor, I want information on security protocols, facility blue prints, the works."

"Smart," Dinah commented. "Back up plans are a must."

"I ruined my place in the Shadows and on the team with my lack of thorough planning," Remy muttered. "I won't let that happen again."

Dinah nodded. "We should probably stake out the place tonight."

Remy shook her head as the Van Der Rhys Institute website opened up. "No need." She grabbed a pen and paper and jotted down the address and the phone number. Then she opened up the command prompt and started a scan for the Institute's main frame. "I can trace the IP address back to the institute and hack into the system from here once I know the location."

Dinah raised an eyebrow. "I had no idea you were a hacker."

"I use the term lightly," Remy snorted. "I'm no Boy Wonder, but I can hack most basic systems. Hopefully the Van Der Rhys Institute won't be too complicated."

Dinah shrugged and Remy sat back to watch her scan commence. Once the Institute was located the computer stopped on the correct IP address, allowing Remy to click on it.

"Thankfully, I can tell that the mainframe is in the Institute based on the address," Remy muttered. "Now I just need to find an entry point into the actual system."

Remy typed in a few basic hacking prompts to try and find the Institute's server, but to no avail.

"Shit," Remy muttered, glancing at Dinah. "That's the extent of my hacking skills."

Dinah laughed. "Try command prompt six, eight, three, underscore, JUSTICE, double backslash, SECURE BOT, four, nine, seven, backslash."

Remy raised an eyebrow but typed it in nevertheless. "Denied," Remy sighed. "What the hell was that anyways?"

"Justice League spyware program," Dinah explained. "I'm surprised that didn't work. Batman installed the program on my computer to help with a hack and it works on most systems. Most advanced systems."

Remy bit her lip. "Maybe we can gain access through the employee server?"

Dinah shook her head. "We'd either need an employee's account number and password or an override code straight from the top. After that, maybe Batman's software could work."

Remy stood up and pushed in her chair. "I guess we're doing this the old fashioned way then."

Remy and Dinah were crouched low in the bushes outside of the Van Der Rhys Institute gate later that evening, dressed completely in black. The night air was humid and Remy could feel herself sweating through her face mask.

"Are the ski masks necessary?" Remy whispered to Dinah.

"Yes," she replied. "If you want to be arrested, then by all means, take off the ski mask."

"Point taken," Remy grumbled.

They had been sitting there for the past hour, watching the guard gate. The facility was officially closed, but there were still a few cars in the parking lot. They just needed one key card from a decent-ranking employee to get them into the system. From there, they could download everything they needed and get back on track with the mission.

Remy sat back and stretched out her leg. Crouching in one place for over an hour was not good for your knees.

"Where's the coffee and donuts, Sarge?" Remy asked sarcastically.

Dinah shot her a look. "This is your mission, don't complain."

"I wasn't complaining, I was being a smart ass," Remy scoffed. "There's a difference."

"I thought we were past this stage."

"What stage?" Remy raise an eyebrow. "I may have checked my ego at the door, but you never said anything about a sharp tongue."

Dinah rolled her eyes. "You're incorrigible."

"So I've been told," Remy muttered, turning her attention back to the guard gate. "Hey, wait, the guard is gone."

Dinah turned her head and face palmed before standing up. "Come on, let's go."

Dinah stood up and started out of the bush when Remy yanked her back down by the wrist.

"What?" Dinah asked. "We can nab building schematics from the guard house."

Remy pointed to a little black box just above the guard house. "Security camera." Remy glanced down around her at the ground until she found a rock the size of her palm.

"That's not a good—"

Remy pulled her hand back and chucked the rock, hitting the security camera hard enough to knock it off its pedestal.

"—idea," Dinah finished flatly. "They're going to notice that."

Remy shrugged, dusting herself off as she got to her feet. "It's just an outer camera and there's supposedly a guard here at all time. They'll think it's a glitch or something."

Dinah sighed and Remy didn't wait for her to agree, she jogged on ahead across the parking lot until she reached the guard house. The door was left unlocked so she pushed it open with her gloved hands.

Dinah followed behind her and closed the door behind them.

Remy sat down at the chair and pulled open top desk drawer. Finding nothing but pens and random receipts for a gas station, she moved on to the next two drawers.

"Here we go," Remy said, pulling out the black binder labeled 'Building Layout and Safety Protocols.'

"They may as well have just handed us the keys to the front door," Dinah smirked. "Hand me that, I brought my cell camera."

"It's just building layout, no information on the security system or mainframe," Remy said and passed Dinah the binder before opening up the last drawer. Remy could hear the sounds of Dinah flipping the pages and the clicking sound of her phone's camera, as she rifled through the bottom drawer.

"Jackpot," Remy laughed, pulling out a stack of employee key cards. "Congratulations Dinah, you are now Nati Rotmensen, janitor."

Dinah paused in her picture taking tirade and glanced at the employee key card. "That won't get us into the mainframe."

"No, but it will get you into the facility when I have my meeting with Dr. Van Der Rhys," Remy told her. "Speaking of which, I should probably give them a call and set it up asap."

"I might be able to lift another card from a car," Dinah muttered, commencing her picture taking once more.

Remy shook her head, looking towards the parking lot. In time to see a red Mercedes heading for the guard gate. She dropped to her knees and yanked on Dinah's wrist to get her down on the ground as well.

"Car," Remy hissed.

Dinah looked around the small guard house furtively. "This is our chance to lift the key card."

Remy scoffed. "We're wearing ski masks, Dinah. They're definitely going to report this."

Dinah raised her head slightly. "Why aren't they driving throu—oh they're waiting for us to open the gate." The blonde cast another glance around the room until she caught sight of the security guard's hat. "Bingo."

"What are you doing?" Remy whispered as Dinah yanked her ski mask off and slid the guard hat on.

"Working with what I've got," she winked, hopping up, walking out of the guard house. "Goedenavond! Het mooi uit, is het niet?"

"She speaks Dutch?" Remy whispered to herself.

Remy listened as Dinah had a chat—in fluent Dutch—with whoever was in the car. Whoever this person was, they were obviously dumb enough to believe that Dinah was actually a security guard.

Well, Remy thought, it is Europe. Maybe he's drunk after his twenty-seventh beer today.

"Ja, ja. Ik zal het terug naar u zo spoedig mogelijk," Dinah was saying as she backed towards the guard gate. She winked at Remy as she flipped the switch to open the gate and the car was allowed to speed through.

"Whew!" Dinah muttered as she slid back down to the floor. "That was a close one."

"Quick thinking," Remy commented, handing Dinah her ski mask. "What did you say to him?"

"Told him the Institute needed to check his employee ID for security reasons and that the receptionist hadn't asked him for it because she'd forgotten," Dinah pulled the mask back on and set the hat back down from where she got it. "He seemed to buy it."

"Then that's all we need," Remy smirked, hopping up. "Let's hit it before the real guard comes back. We can hack into the mainframe tonight and I'll set up an appointment tomorrow morning."

The next morning Remy and Dinah sat together, coffee and donuts in hand, mulling over the data they'd collected. Together, they went over every inch of the Van Der Rhys Institute campus. From the bathrooms to the sub-level labs to the garages, Remy and Dinah knew where every camera blind spot and possible exit route was located.

"I think we've got it covered," Dinah said, setting down their hard copy of the schematics. "I'll pick up a janitor's uniform from the dry cleaners down the street and then we'll be good to go."

Remy nodded, picking up the phone. She dialed the number of the Van Der Rhys Institute and waited.

"Van Der Rhys Institute," a young woman answered with a thick Dutch accent.

"I'd like to speak with Dr. van Der Rhys," Remy said, keeping her voice firm. Dinah nodded approvingly and sipped her coffee.

The woman on the other end clucked her tongue in annoyance. "I'm afraid that won't be possible, the Doctor is very busy and is not accepting calls at this moment."

"Oh I think he'll make an exception for me."

"What is your name, miss?"

"Remy Vanderbilt."

Remy could hear the clicking of computer keys as the receptionist no doubt searched her name.

"I apologize Miss Vanderbilt," the receptionist said after a moment's silence. "But you are not in our system. I cannot bother the Doctor with a common stranger's whim."

"He'll want to talk to me," Remy said confidently. "So I'll give you a message for him. Can I count on you to give it to him at your earliest convenience?"

The woman sighed. "Fine. What would you like me to tell him?"

"Tell him that Remy Vanderbilt wants a meeting. Tell him that I'm ready to begin the game."