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21:00 SEP 20TH 2013 ADVANCED TRAINING ROOM

I lunged forward at Grants white muscle shirt covered chest with my escrimas before Grant parried my strike. "Try not to be so obvious, i'm not some thug," he said, sweeping his blade towards my feet, causing me to jump over it. Before I could fall onto the flat of the blade it twisted and swung upward. I narrowly dodged the strike by flipping backwards a few feet.

"So that's how it is?" I said, smirking at my opponent. I threw the escrima in my left hand, freeing it for me to throw three shuriken at him as well. Grant easily swiped the escrima out of the air before the shurikens imbedded themselves into his chest a few centimeters. "That's what I call not being obvious."

"Nice work," he said, putting his sword away and pulling out the shurikens. "I thought you were right handed."

"I am," I said, smiling as I picked my escrima up and put both of them into the strap on my thigh. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you just through some deadly weapons at me," he said, smiling slightly as we walked over to where we'd put our water bottles. "You have some amazing dexterity."

"Well I was an acrobat before Batman took me in, so I had a lot of practice," I said, picking up my water bottle and taking a swig of the electrolyte filled drink. "What did you do before you became Ravager?"

"I was training," he said, wiping a gold colored liquid away from his mouth. "Well, except through middle school, I spent that time with my mother and brother."

"You have a brother?" I asked, running my hands through my long black hair. "How come I've never heard about him."

"Because, I don't want him to be part of this, he's too nice," Grant said, pulling off his shirt and using it as a towel on his forehead.

"I'd like to meet him, though it'll probably be impossible," I said, sitting down on the cold stone floor. "What's he like."

"Well, he's beyond brilliant, he'll talk your ears off about the weirdest things," Grant said, sitting down next to me, looking up at the ceiling and smiling. "And he has this way of knowing how everyone around him feels, and exactly how to make them feel better."

"Sounds kinda like my little sister," I said, closing my eyes and smiling slightly as I though of Helena.

"Okay, you were complaining about my brother, but you have a baby sister and you didn't tell me," Grant said, snapping me back to reality.

"Oh yeah, sorry, I probably shouldn't have told you that," I said, trying to figure out a way out of telling a man who tried to kill me multiple times about my Helena.

"Ravager, Renegade, I need you both in the control room, now!" Deathstroke said over the loud speaker.

'Saved by the bell I guess,' I thought to myself, standing up and looking at Grant. "Let's go, sounds pretty urgent."

"You're probably right," Grant said, standing up and looking down at me. "We should probably get into uniform first though."

21:20 SEP 20TH 2013 TERMINATOR CONTROL ROOM

"What took you two so long?" Deathstroke asked, not looking back at us as we walked into the room. "I told you too come here immediately!"

"We were training, so we needed to change into our uniforms," Grant answered, his voice a mixture of concerned and angry. "What's so important that you needed us here so quickly?"

"Remember how I told you that you were the second person to receive the rank of Ravager?" Deathstroke said, bringing up an image of a man in Red body armor that went into a mask that covered his entire head besides his wild brown hair. He had blue gloves, and shoulder pads that attatched to a brown utility belt that attatched to another brown utility belt around his waist. "His real name is Wade LaFarge, he was part of the same program as I was in the army, and he kidnapped Joey."

"He what!?" Grant yelled, slamming his fist onto the handrail on his right, the metal bending beneath his fist. "What are we doing standing around, we need to get there now!"

"Calm down Ravager!" Deathstroke said, finally turning around to look at Ravager. "We have to be smart about this!"

"That's my brother!" Ravager shouted, turning around and walking back towards Deathstroke at a frightening rate. "So don't you DARE tell me to be smart about this!"

"He's my son! So let me explain!" Deathstroke said, glaring down at his son. "LaFarge wants me to come alone, but I need you two to find a place to set up, and take him out."

"Fine…" Ravager said through his teeth, still glaring up at his father. "So, where is the Wade man?"

22:30 SEP 20TH 2013 JUMP CITY POWER PLANT

I laid down inside an air vent, looking through the scope of the rifle Deathstroke had made me carry into an appropriate position. 'I can't believe I'm holding this thing,' just as I thought that LaFarge came out of the control room onto a raised platform with a young teen with curly blonde hair, and Deathstroke entered on the oposite side of the round room.

"Give me back my son Wade!" he yelled, glaring up at the the man holding his child by the neck.

"Give me back my life!" the man said, pulling out a knife and placing it against the boys neck, his eyes widening. Deathstroke pulled out a handgun, but Wade did as well, only holding the boy with the knife now. "You took everything away from me!"

"You did that to yourself!" Deathstroke said, still pointing his gun at Wade. "Now let the boy Go!"

"No Slade, I just called you here so that you could watch your son die!" he yelled, firing his gun right into Deathstrokes.

"Renegade, are you hearing this!?" Ravager asked over the comms

"Yes,"

"I'm not in position yet, I need you to take the shot!" He yelled, the sound of an air-conditioning playing over the comms. "Do you hear me? Take the Shot!"

I stared down the scope, looking at the mans mask, knowing that there was a face behind it. I then moved to look at Joey, his eyes pouring over with tears as the knife was placed against his pale skin. I then stared at all of LaFarges armor, seeing that almost all his immobilize able body parts were heavily armored. And in those two seconds before the knife is pulled across his throat I move my aim to his knee and fired.

LaFarge fell to the ground, slitting Joeys throat, and another bullet flew into LaFarges head. As Joey fell off the railing Deathstroke ran to catch him, frantically yelling orders into his helmet. 'What have I done?' I thought to myself, looking at Deathstroke crouching over his sons limp body.

23:00 SEP 20TH 2013 TERMINATOR MEDICAL ROOM

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!?" Ravager yelled as he grabbed my arm and slammed me against the metal wall. "Joey could have died back there!"

"I couldn't kill him, he was a person!" I yelled back trying to free my right arm from his iron tight grip.

"JOEY ALMOST DID DIE BECAUSE OF YOU!" he shouted, tightening his grip until my arm cracked.

I slammed my fist as hard as I could into his ribs, the sound of breaking bones in both his torso and my fist. Then Grant slammed his head into mine, and everything went black.

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