Grayson and the Outlaws

The Mission: III

Outside Building. Middle of the Desert. Two Days Ago.

"Shit I don't have time for more of this." Arsenal grunted again as he fired his first arrow, a gloved one, that hit her face. As the one clone flew back after receiving the heavy hit to the head, the mask broke off. But he was then double teamed by to masked lady from the front and back. He was seemingly tossed around by their alternating kicks and punches. Overwhelmed, he was hit back and down to the ground, laying beside the first and only clone he took out. His eyes widened at her face, "Cheshire!"

Red Hood had squinted behind his helmet, this new revelation did kind of shock him. If this was indeed the same Cheshire they had met months ago, what could have happened to give her this new feat. Who's to say that's the only thing she can do?

"Are you going to actually do something little red?!" An enraged Arsenal yelled as he tried to get up, but falling trap to a kick to the gut and then another to the head. It was becoming apparent these clones had something against poor Roy.

Getting a grip back onto what was going on in front of him Red Hood sighed. "Calm down." He pulled out pistols from his jacket after he holstered the rifles to his sides. "Sheesh, and I thought Starfire was the drama queen..." Red Hood whispered to himself as he took aim.

Bang

Bang

Pop

...

Bang

The gun toting vigilante laid each of the clones of his best friend's ex-girlfriend down in the sand. And that was when someone lost it. "You asshole!" A punch came flying at the red helmet on Jason's head, knocking it off painfully. Arsenal then tackled Jason to the ground, sending a fury of punches towards the face of his 'friend'. "You heartless bastard! You didn't have to kill her!"

Before his red headed partner could get too many significant hits in, he violently kicked him off himself. He then pointed towards the motionless bodies behind his ally. "Look dumbass..." He said before wiping his jaw and spitting in the sand. Jason grabbed his helmet as he got back up to his feet. He put his helmet before the winds picked back up and tossed sand at them, giving Roy time to look at the downed Cheshire clones. "Does that look like regular blood to you?"

Arsenal looked quizzical, then it hit him. These had to be artificial. All of them. His fear was that one of them was the real Cheshire, but fortunately all of them had a oozing glowing orange substance flowing from the bullet wounds. "How did you know?"

Red Hood began walking pass the dead clones and towards the weird building in the sand, "I didn't..."

"You really are an asshole you know that?" Arsenal sighed as he followed behind Red Hood. "I don't think I can take anymore surprises today." He spoke to himself as they continued towards the building.

Up above them in the spy-copter, as 37 would say, Helena was now officially concerned. Not only had she lost contact with Agent 37, but now he would be in the enemy building with three unknown factors. The curly haired spy put the copter in auto-hover mode right before flicking the switch for camouflage mode. Gotta love spy tech. Helena then got out her seat, "He's definitely going to need back up." She said as the top opened, with her jumping out soon after.

Inside Enemy Building.

"Star..." The shocked spy whispered just low enough for the tan beauty in front of him not to hear.

Suddenly, the hovering woman with flaming red hair turned her head in the direction of this odd man in gray. Her face went from anger to confusion in a matter of seconds. "Who are you?"

Grayson remained starring in disbelief, he never would've thought they'd meet again in a circumstance like so. This wasn't meant to happen. He was gone. Lost in the shadows of the hero world. He was supposed to be cut off from every other person, heroes and friends alike. No contact with any of them.

Starfire held her stare at the man in the gray and blue shirt who was sporting black cargo pants. But she saw no further. She knew she was supposed to see something in this person, but couldn't find it for the life of her. But one thing stood out above all else... How right it felt to be near this mysterious man. She couldn't control how she felt at all and it made her angry. She raised a glowing green hand before yelling, "I said who are you!"

Grayson snapped out of his daze, seeing the Tamaranian was ready to attack. Him? "Star, calm down." He slowly stated as he crept backwards a bit. "Wait... You don't recognize me?" He asked, completely oblivious. His Spyral implant was doing this? But he wasn't aware of it. Usually he was seeable, just not rememberable. Could his implant be scrambling his face now?

"I have no clue why you'd think I'd know you. I only know a few people and those are my friends." The orange redhead retorted with ferocity. She felt something well up in her eyes, but blinked it away. Why was she experiencing these strange symptoms at a time like this. She then rethought what she had spoken to the man in front of her. "I mean, I thought you were familiar... But who you are I know not." This time her words came out as if she were confused, which she was, and a saddening tone.

Grayson turned towards the shattered metal door, "Just try to stay whelmed and not shot me with any beams... Okay?" He spoke as he walked pass the alien warrior, headed through the now open space where a door should be. As he was walking he zoned out in thought. 'Wait... Did I just say whelmed?' He really had tried to stop poking fun at the English language, and was doing sooo well for so long. Until just a moment ago...

Starfire hovered over the ground, sticking behind the unknown yet familiar man. Something in her head kicked into motion when this man spoke a strange word that she felt she'd heard used a lot. It was as if the answer to this mystery was at the tip of her tongue, but she just couldn't reach the conclusion.

It was soon after passing many rooms with weird fetuses in chambers filled with water and test tubes by the hundreds in a number of different areas atop counter after counter. But behind those counters unbeknownst to the clueless human, alien duo a pesky odd orange puddle crept further. Waiting to strike the two when least expected.

As they wandered down a long corridor, the spy and alien could hear approaching footsteps, and fast...