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Ms. Fantoccini stooped over Ronald and tried to stop the bleeding, using her silk to bind the jagged slashes closed. The butler lay on the floor, his face slowly getting paler. His hands started to shake, and he was gasping for air, his torso convulsing against the floor. He was going into shock. The Spindress opened her mouth about to say something to the zookeeper when Ronald's hand gripped her belt and pulled. She bent down and he moved his lips as thought trying to speak. The young woman tilted her head, putting her ear closer to his mouth.

"Two-way feed," she heard him whisper, the blood in his mouth gargling his words.

The woman went very still as his hand moved to the small bulge that the communicator made on her belt and he looked at her. Ms. Fantoccini felt her eyes go flat as she pulled more silk out to try and bind his wounds closed.

"Shhh, don't talk," she whispered.

She saw him struggle to grip the Master's leg to try and warn him of her treachery, but the old man was still staring at the wall, having pulled up a video feed of what was going on in the other room. He was enraptured with the chase, and paid no attention to the dying man. She grabbed his wrist lightly and pushed his hand against a wad of silk.

"Press this down," she told him. "You're loosing too much blood."

He watched as she pressed more silk into another one of his cuts, her hands seeming to move efficiently, if a bit slowly.

She felt his heart beneath her hands, felt it flutter and falter, pumping his lifeblood onto the floor around him. She watched his eyes glaze and his breath turn shallow and raged. Finally she felt him stop struggling, his heart slowing to a stop, and she felt his pulse to be sure. Nodding to herself she turned to the Commander.

"He's dead," she reported, snapping the man out of his trans.

He grunted in concession.

"Deal with the body."

She nodded again and waved at the floor gesturing to the gecko's form. She sighed in regret. He had such a sharp mind, catching onto her plans before they even went into effect.

"You may be dismissed, Ms. Fantoccini," the man said, standing outside a newly created open elevator. "Enjoy your meal."

She bowed to him and scuttled away, her mouth salivating at her dinner prospects.

Robin stared at Starfire and watched as she tried to control the tremors going through her arms. She looked back at him with wide, glittering eyes and he braced himself thinking she was about to cry for her friends.

"If that man hurts my friends," she whispered, clenching her hands into fists. "I will not allow him to live long enough to beg for mercy."

Robin just stared at the young alien, stunned for a moment as he realized her eyes weren't glittering with tears, but with contained rage.

"He's dead."

Both teens' heads snapped up to face the monitor to see the butler's sightless eyes come onto the screen and slowly get swallowed up by the floor as the Master's voice said to take care of the body.

"Let's focus on getting in there first."

Beast Boy grunted his pleasure when he realized where it was his prey was running to. Tearing off her trail he roared his defiance and started to circle around to get to the other side of the pond.

The female was cunning, he knew, and could fight on her own. He wasn't about to face her head on and leave himself open for a counter-attack, however weak it might be. He would take her by surprise and overcome her defenses before she had time to realize he was there.

The Beast let a growl rumble deep in his throat for a moment at the prospect of what would follow his attack.

Raven almost stumbled when she saw the pond in the distance, she was so happy. Glancing behind her one more time she made sure the Beast wasn't following. She had heard him roar while he was chasing her, and when she had looked back then he was nowhere to be seen. Her mouth felt dry with relief when she thought that she might be loosing him. The empath ran to the pond and waded in without hesitation. As soon as she was far enough in she dove under the water, careful of her arm, and started her awkward swim to the other side. It didn't take long to reach the other bank, and as she walked up the shore she felt fatigue hit her. Her knees started to go weak and she mentally scolded herself, but all the tension she had dealt with in the past weeks, as well as all the activity and emotion today drained her energy, and she was starting to feel it. Taking a deep breath, she willed fire into her limbs and started a brisk walk for the scrub that was nestled beneath the tree line.

"Cyborg!" Robin shouted as he headed into the control room. "Can this thing go any faster?"

"Nah, man. I'm pushing her as fast as she'll go, but I don't think we'll be there for another hour, maybe two," the mechanical teen only just succeeded in keeping the bitter defensive tone out of his words. He wanted the ship to go faster, it just wouldn't work.

"Did you try-"

"I tried everything, Robin. The ship won't go any faster. She's already pushing it, and if I go too fast, I'm afraid we might overshoot out mark."

"But what about-"

"Robin!" Cyborg scolded. "I realize you're worried about Raven and BB, but annoying me won't make the ship go any faster!" He couldn't quite keep the resentment out of his tone.

The team leader took a moment and finally sighed. "I know, I'm sorry. I just hate not having anything to do. Starfire and I are back their stewing in our worry."

"Well, how are we going to get in the place once I get us there?"

"I haven't gotten the blueprints from The Weaver yet."

Cyborg nodded and thought for a moment.

"Well she could be waiting for us to get closer to the ship so she can sent it in a more subtle fashion. We passed the last checkpoint a few minutes ago, why don't you see if she's sent it in that time. If not, I'd say sending her a message won't hurt us any more than bolting to the building and just floating around while we try to find a way in."

Robin nodded and turned to walk out.

"Thanks, Cyborg. I needed to talk."

The Spindress wiped her mouth of any gore and picked up the receiver as it started to ring.

"Yes?"

"The blueprints to the zoo. You said you'd sent them," The masked boy accused.

"Sending them now. Although I told you before, it's a malleable ship, so the blueprints are always shifting. Sending you a picture of them now is like sending you a picture of a cloud. By the time you get here they'll be different."

The boy grunted. "Is there any part that can't shift? A base or cornerstone maybe?"

"No, nothing that can't be shifted," Ms. Fantoccini replied, shaking her head. "But . . ." she thought a moment and started to get excited. "But the oldest portions of the zoo, the one's in wing A, they're classics. Their cages haven't been changed since I was a girl!"

"Perfect. How do we get in though? Can you meet us there?"

"One of the entrances to the zoo is there, just come in like you're a tourist, and it'll be fine. I can't meet you or that'd arouse suspicion, but I know someone who can."

"Excellent, we'll see you in an hour."

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