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Dick rolled over in his bed. The late nights with the Team and patrolling in Gotham were taking their toll on him, and dark circles adorned the area under his eyes. Thinking back to the other day, he forced himself out of bed to get dressed. Today was a Saturday, and it had been a week since the League went off-world. Walking over to where a pile of clothes rested, he grabbed a black Batman hoodie, a pair of dark jeans, and his red converse. Walking over back over to his bad, he pulled off his pajamas and threw on the clothes before leaving his room.

"Morning Alfred," he greeted the Englishman, yawning and sitting down at the table, grabbing some coffee on the way over.

"Good morning, Master Richard. Your usual?" Alfred looked over at his young charge, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah, that sounds good," Dick replied, pulling his laptop over to him. Opening it, he typed in his passcode, and pulled up the Brightraven files. Shifting through them for something he missed, he began re-organizing them into something that he could easily understand. Other mercenary groups were mentioned, such as Drachenfluch, Malamingin, and Hautakaivurit. He filed these to be looked into later, and went on to study who Brightraven's leaders were.

Scrutinizing the files, he raised an eyebrow. He'd never heard of Altan Yilmaz before, but it appeared as though he was a big-shot in the Middle East.

Hopping onto the internet, he did some hacking and found out that Yilmaz was deported from the United States back to his home country of Turkey, where he was a wanted mass-murderer. He managed to escape the Turkish government, slipping into Iran and from Iran into Afghanistan, where he gathered a following called Cesur Parlakuzgun, translating into Brave Brightraven. They later became a mercenary group, violent, dauntless, and deadly. Brightraven activity in Egypt meant trouble.

Alfred placed a plate of pancakes next to Dick's laptop, and Dick smiled at him. "Thanks Alfie."

"You're welcome, young Master," Alfred replied, walking off to clean another part of the manor.

Chewing on his pancakes, Dick hacked into another organization, this one the government of Turkey, for what information they had on Yilmaz. They didn't have much more than the American government had; just that Yilmaz had a wife, Ceylan Yilmaz, and a son, Ender Yilmaz. Closing up the laptop, he grabbed his shades from the counter, shoved them on his face, slipped the laptop in its bag, slung it over his shoulder, finished his pancakes, and headed to the zeta platform in the Batcave.

Recognized: Robin B01

Robin walked from the zeta tube room into the kitchen/entertainment room, sitting down on the couch next to Conner and setting up his laptop on the coffee table. M'gann was cooking something in the kitchen, and Kaldur had been swimming in the bay in the zeta room.

Typing in his passcode again, he pulled up some more files, these ones of the League's off-world mission. Pulling up one of the starmaps, he located Eurytia on it, in a solar system quite a ways away known as Gortinn-7. The inhabitants of Gortinn-7 were known warmongers according to the notes he had. The Iridians had been at war with the Rargians for centuries over domination of that solar system. The Eurytians were the epicenter of that war, their lush and mineral-rich world and durable people and animals in high demand in that corner of the galaxy.

Recognized: Kid Flash B03

Wally zipped into the room, stopping next to M'gann. "What'cha cookin', sweet cheeks?" He asked, grinning.

"I'm just making brownies," M'gann replied quietly. "They'll be done in about a half hour."

"I can't wait to eat their delicious chocolate-y ness," Wally smiled.

"Will you be quiet?" Conner growled. "You're ruining it."

"What is he ruining?" Robin asked quietly, looking over at the clone.

"The quiet," Conner replied.

"I do have to admit, it was nice having some quiet," M'gann murmured.

"Okay then," Wally trailed off a little, hopping on top of the counter. "You think I can help?"

"Sorry, it's not that hard and I'm just waiting for them to finish cooking," M'gann replied.

"Okay then, how about-" Wally was cut off by Robin.

"Don't you have any homework to do?" He scrolled down the files he was reading.

"Nope, none was assigned over the weekend," Wally grinned. "So what are you doing?"

"Hacking various governments for information on Altan Yilmaz," Robin replied. "He's the head honcho of Brightraven."

"Ah. So what've you found out about him?" The speedster asked, speeding over.

"He was born in Turkey, came to the US, was deported back to Turkey where he had been a mass murderer, escaped to Iran then Afghanistan, got a following called Cesur Parlakuzgun, and thus Brightraven was born," Robin replied, now hacking into the UN for more info on Yilmaz. "Oh, look. He was born July eighth, 1978. His son was born September fourth, 1999. His wife was born January twenty-first, 1980."

"And that is relevant how?" Wally looked confused.

"Any information on him is relevant," Robin replied. "Now shut up and let me work. Or maybe you should go patrol Central."

"Eh…" Wally quieted down, sitting next to Robin as he watched the bird hack into yet another government.

The oven beeped a while later, and M'gann pulled the brownies out of the over. They looked good, like brownies, not like the crisps she turned cookies into.

"I'll go let Kal know that the brownies are ready!" Wally volunteered, speeding into the zeta room.

"Wow. I don't think I've ever seen him do that," Robin remarked.

"He must be trying to make up for earlier," M'gann guessed.

"Maybe. We should put aside some brownies for Artemis when she gets here," the Boy Wonder remarked.

"I'll do that," Conner offered, standing up and cutting a couple brownies from the pan and hiding them in a cupboard just as Wally sped in, followed by Kaldur at a slower pace.

Recognized: Artemis B07

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late, I overslept," the blonde archer explained, walking into the kitchen room. "What smells so good?"

"M'gann made brownies," Robin replied, pulling the plate with Artemis' brownies on it out of the cupboard. "Here are yours."

"Sweet! They look amazing!" Artemis picked one up, taking a bite out of it. "Wow, they are really good. I think you found your gift."

"Thanks," M'gann replied. "I'm glad you like them.

"Like them? I love them!" Wally said through a mouthful of brownies.

M'gann blushed.

"Okay, so now that we're all here, I can go over what I've found out. Thirty-three year old Altan Yilmaz is the leader of the Brightraven mercenaries. He was a mass-murderer in Turkey, has a wife and son, and took refuge in America until the government deported him back to Turkey, where he escaped the government through Iran into Afghanistan. There, people formed a following called Cesur Parlakuzgun, and it was eventually shortened to just Parlakuzgun- Brightraven. They are currently on a job for Queen Bee in Egypt to grave rob various tombs of various pharaohs of Ancient Egypt," Robin explained.

"Wow. You know enough to give a lecture on this guy," Wally remarked.

"You say he and his mercenaries are in Egypt on a job for Queen Bee?" Kaldur asked.

"Yep. Robbing graves," Robin expanded.

"Then it is our job to stop them. Team, change into uniform. We're going to Egypt again," Kaldur ordered.

"Actually… Yilmaz is in Bialya with Queen Bee," Robin corrected.

"Noted. Get into uniform, Team, and Miss Martian, prep the bioship," Kaldur instructed.

The Team nodded to their leader and slipped off to slip their uniforms on, meeting up back at the bioship where M'gann set up the mindlink.

I'm updating this early, 'cause I have so many chapters written already. Again, if any of you have any ideas for what should happen, shoot them at me. I'll credit you, but if you do give me ideas, you'll have to wait until after chapters nine or ten to see them.