The Ghost and the team

by dajasa

Superboy was not the first clone Cadmus made, but what if he wasn't even the second, there was something else in Cadmus and now it is out what will happen, M rating is mostly cautionary but may come into play

9. Chapter 9

MOUNT JUSTICE

SEPTEMBER 14, 14:28 EDT

"This past fourth of July, four Ice villains staged simultaneous attacks, Mister Freeze, Killer Frost, Captain Cold and Icicle Junior where all easily apprehended, perhaps too easily. Cold and Frost were immediately sent to Belle Reve penitentiary, a prison specialised to hold supervillains. The 17-year-old Icicle Junior was sent to a juvenile facility whilst Mister Freeze was sent to his usual cell in Arkham Asylum, but Freeze petitioned to be tried as legally sane and Junior sued to be tried as an adult. As a result, both are awaiting transfer to Belle Reve, which seems to have been the goal all along. I'm sending Miss Martian and Superboy to infiltrate Belle Reve and find out why." Batman said, turning to the group, opening the possibility of questions.

"Who inside the prison will know about their presence?" Aqualad asked.

"No-one, we cannot be sure that the staff has not been compromised."

"What if they are discovered?" J'onn asked, "Belle Reve employs power inhibiting collars does it not?"

"The Collars are specialised," Ghost said, "Depending on who we replace, they might not work fully." He turned towards the screen and it flickered. Two images, a pair of blondes, appeared.

"The Terror twins," Began the boy, "both have super-strength, but they're a close team and incapacitating them probably won't be difficult." He stopped for a moment to consider.

"About the whole 'being completely alone' thing I can probably fix that." The screen flickered again and a set of blueprints appeared.

"Security is fairly basic, laser tripwires, cameras, that stuff, easy for me to bypass, I can sneak in and be emergency backup if you need it." There were a few moments of silence as the older heroes considered the proposed plan.

"It will provide extra backup." Red Tornado said, his robotic voice ringing.

"And allow Ghost to investigate the staff," Batman added, his voice contemplative, "Alright, Ghost, you will infiltrate the prison. Investigate the staff and stay inside as backup. Can you establish untraceable communications with the league?"

"Easy." Ghost scoffed, "So, backup, investigation and communications relay? I can do that."

"Alright, the next time the Terror twins make a play, we will focus on arresting them. Meeting over."

BELLE REVE PARISH

SEPTEMBER 16, 21:55 CDT

M'gann couldn't help the disgusted look that passed across her face when Icicle Junior blew a kiss at her from across the prison bus. She exchanged a look with Connor, who she noted had a very slight smile of victory on his face. Part of her was paying attention to Ghost, enough to know that he was now hanging off the bottom of the bus and that, unbeknownst to himself, was humming a surprisingly merry tune.

Freeze sat in an isolated cooling block at the back of the bus. Engaged in a grim stare off with the officer at the front of the bus.

The team will be out of range in 5 seconds, good luck you three.

Thanks, Aqualad.

"Dude, Dude!" M'gann's attention was diverted by Icicle Junior speaking from Connor's other side. "Your sister is sweet! How about you put in a good word for me?"

"Sit down!" The guard said, forcing Junior back into his seat with the butt of his rifle. "We're here." M'gann could barely see past the tinted windows but she saw shadows moving back and forth, likely searching the bus before the door opened and the four new prisoners were moved out of the bus. The courtyard was closed, bright lights illuminating every nook and cranny. Amanda Waller was a tall, broad-shouldered figure, although M'gann couldn't quite decide whether the bulk was primarily muscle or fat.

"Listen up!" Waller called, her voice- even without augmentation- booming out over the room. "I am the law of last resort, my name is Amanda Waller and I am not your mother, your maiden aunt or your friend; I am your warden, and you are my prisoners. The proprietary collars you where are custom designed to inhibit your specific meta ability: no strength, no ice. In addition, the collars can, and will, be used to discipline inmates. A con who breaks the rules will receive one warning." Waller pressed a button on the remote in her hand and M'gann felt a surge of pain that rattled her entire body, her muscles tensing up from the shock. "If order has not been restored," Waller continued, "The next shock will render the inmate unconscious. At the slightest hint of trouble, this facility goes into lockdown. Belle Reve's walls are thick enough to hold Superman, we know, we tested. No-one's ever escaped Belle Reve, no-one ever will."

The man behind Waller coughed, the sort of cough that drew attention.

"Oh and this is Professor Hugo Strange, he is your maiden aunt."

"Actually I'm the prison psychiatrist and I promise you a sincere attempt at rehabilitation."

The guard behind M'gann roughly grabbed M'gann by the shoulder and shoved her towards the women's wing.

Is everyone here? She asked over the mental link.

Yep. Superboy responded, his mental voice slightly clipped.

I'm here, in one of the internal isolation chambers, external communications have been established.

So what's the plan? M'gann asked.

Already altered your records. Ghost said. M'gann, your rooming with Killer frost, see if you can get in her good graces. Connor, you're rooming with Icicle Junior, they're both involved so we should be able to get a bead on their plans.

There's something else. Connor said. Something you're not telling us.

It's more of a concept. Ghost responded. I know a few people in the prison, I might be able to talk to them, see if they know anything, maybe they can help.

We should ask Batman. M'gann said.

Fuck Batman, fuck Superman, fuck the league. Connor growled. Go ahead see if you can get us some help.

Will do, Ghost out.

BELLE REVE PARISH

SEPTEMBER 17, 03:21 CDT

"Oi, pinky!"

The man's eyes shot open as he heard the voice from just outside his cell.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He hissed, standing up and leaning against the bars, looking at his feet.

"Investigation." Ghost muttered, leaning against the bars, scanning the walkway.

"Investigating what, hero?" Deadshot responded.

"The Ice villains, Freeze and Icicle Junior transferred here, joined Icicle Senior, Killer Frost and Cold."

"Yeah, I noticed."

"You got anything you can tell me?"

"Nope, but if five ice villains are all in the same place, you can be damn sure that trouble's coming."

"And what happens when it does come?"

"Huh?"

"When shit hits the fan, are you on the side of the angels or the demons?"

"The side of the angels. Being on the side of the devils will just get me into more trouble."

"Alright, listen, man, it's been good talking to you when this scheme starts, I'll swing 'round and get you a gun so you can give us a hand, alright?"

"Sure."

Ghost nodded, although he knew Floyd couldn't see him and walked away, returning to his loft and curling up into a ball, letting his memories wash over him.

BOSTON CITY

AUGUST 4, 2008

11:34 CDT

Ghost's sword was a streak, almost invisible as it slashed back and forth, the tip occasionally advancing forwards and striking his enemy.

"Can't get a clear shot on the target, moving to a new vantage point." Deadshot's voice came over the comms.

"Logic, this bastard is way too good to be a valid target, please tell me your research got us something."

"It did, but that's not exactly a good thing. Target is Slade Wilson aka Deathstroke."

"Isn't Deathstroke like superhero levels of toughness?"

"No, that's not at all why he's still fighting after being shot three times."

"Don't get fucking sarcastic with me, I'm a bit too busy to be precise."

Ghost ducked under a swing from Deathstroke and lunged around him, kicking him in the back. The UV vision filter in his mask allowed him to see the ultraviolet laser that Deadshot was using to align his shot. It was currently flickering over Ghost's shoulder, the new angle clearly not allowing Deadshot any better a shot.

"Drop shot in 3!" Ghost said. He counted three seconds and then ducked. At almost the exact moment Ghost ducked there was a crack and a bullet collided with Deathstroke's helmet.

An ordinary bullet would have done barely anything against the armoured mask, but Deadshot was not firing just any bullet. Deathstroke was sent flying, the impact throwing him backwards. Ghost sprang over to the fallen mercenary and levelled his sword at the man's face.

"Slade Wilson, you have been sentenced to death. I will deliver this sentence myself, any final words?"

"Yeah, as it happens I do," Slade said, ripping his mask off his face. "Pale Shadow."

Ghost stiffened, his sword retracting instantly. Slade pushed himself to his feet and looked at Ghost, moving to keep Ghost between himself and Deadshot.

"Return to Cadmus, these are your orders." He said before turning and running away. Ghost turned as well and walked off down an alleyway, sheathing his sword.

Deadshot lowered his rifle, glaring at the alley into which Ghost had disappeared. He had positioned himself in the doorway of a pub and now walked into the middle of the crossroads. Logic ran over to meet him, tugging his helmet off, frowning more than glaring at the alleyway.

"What the hell was that?" Floyd seethed, ripping his balaclava off.

"I have genuinely no clue," Logic muttered, "but I have a really bad feeling about this." There was the sudden screeching of sirens and the red and blue flashes of police cars.

"Oh, fucking fuck fuck nuggets." Floyd muttered, calmly placing his rifle on the floor and raising his hands.

"And here I was thinking I might get past college before I got arrested."

"Floyd Lawton! Marvin Kuttler! Put your hands on your heads, you are under arrest!" Yelled one of the police officers, aiming a pistol at Floyd's head.

"Yeah, we realised that, Piss Pot."

BELLE REVE PARISH

SEPTEMBER 17, 14:27

"Stick with me Cellmate, I'll show you the ropes." Said Junior, patting Connor on the shoulder as the two walked out into the light of the east wing courtyard. The lights were natural enough that a human would be unable to tell the difference but to Connor's semi-Kryptonian eyes they were almost painfully artificial.

"Aw, who you kiddin', you ain't never been in Belle Reve before, you're liable to get me hanged with them ropes."

"I may never have been incarcerated in here before Tommy," Junior said, patting Connor on the shoulder, "But I know whereof I speak." Junior gestured towards the bleachers on one side of the courtyard. Mammoth- Connor winced as he remembered the beating that monster had dealt him on their first official mission- stood in front of the stands. Mister Freeze, Captain Cold and a grey-haired man, probably Icicle Senior, sat behind Mammoth, talking quietly.

"For starters," Junior cut in, "We pay homage to the top of the food chain, the Big Dog, the prisoners El Capo, my father."

"That's your Pa?" Connor asked, genuine surprise in his tone.

"Yep, Icicle Senior. Reeks when your dad is the man, you know."

"Trust me, I know."

"Hey, hey, how many ice villains does it take to screw in a light bulb?" Riddler said from where he stood in front of the group of villains.

"Know one cares Nygma."

"O-of course not, Bossman, I just thought that if you were having a powwow, you might need some of my know-how." Mammoth advanced on him, growling so Nygma turned and fled with his metaphorical tail between his metaphorical legs.

Junior took a deep breath. "Well, here goes nothing." He said, before moving in the direction of his father.

Unfortunately for junior, he made it barely three steps before Ojo tackled him, jumping onto his back.

"Hello junior," He growled, "I warned you what would happen the next time we crossed paths,"

"Ojo, buddy, pal, me amigo-" Junior started in a desperate effort to evade a beating. Connor reached out and grabbed Ojo, pulling him off the younger villain, Brick growled and attacked Connor, swinging his fists quickly towards the young clone. Brick swung Connor into a headlock to give Ojo an opportunity to hit Connor. Ojo made to punch Connor only to stop, staring.

"Wait, I know him!" He yelled. Connor flipped Brick into Ojo sending both sprawling across the floor. Brick rose up as two other prisoners grabbed Connor's arms. He made to punch Connor only for a voice to stop him.

"Enough." Called Senior, all eyes turning to him. "Kid's got guts, something I wouldn't mind seeing in my own son. Get over here!" Connor and Junior both moved towards the group only for Brick to stop Connor.

"Not you, Terror, just Junior." Junior walked up to stand timidly in front of his Father. Connor turned, looking nonchalantly off to the side, turning his ear to the group. He concentrated and was able to just about here the conversation.

"Alright, Ice, we're all here." Freeze said, turning to Icicle Senior.

"Good, now we need to launch the plan to break out every single con in Belle Reve." Senior said with a vindictive smirk.

"The new jumpsuits came in this morning, we can dish them out this afternoon, which means that if we want to break out, the best time would be after sundown." Captain Cold said, leaning forwards on his seat. Connor glared absently at the floor, oh, this is not good he thought.

BOSTON CITY

AUGUST 5, 2008

05:46 CDT

It was a sad fact of his life that Floyd Lawton spent a lot of time in handcuffs, and not necessarily because he enjoyed it. He was sat on an uncomfortable metal chair, in front of a plain metal table, with his wrists cuffed onto a bar mounted on the table. He was an easily bored person and as such was rhythmically tapping the cuffs against the bar, filling the small, grey-walled room with a light tune. He had been in this room, cuffed since half twelve, four fucking hours and was starting to suspect that the police had completely forgotten about him.

The opening of the door surprised him slightly, and so too did the woman who walked in. She was bulky as hell, and an idle part of his mind wondered whether she had to have her clothes custom made, but the more immediate part of his mind noticed that neither of the two black-clothed guards outside the door, each armed with an assault rifle, followed her into the room. The mercenary in his mind told him that this fact meant that this woman was not one to be fucked with. The woman's significant bulk made the chair creak as she sat down and dropped a file onto the table.

"Floyd Lawton, you are a very interesting man." She said, Floyd bit back a scathing remark- most likely involving the woman's weight- and simply smiled pleasantly.

"Thank you very much, and you are?" He asked in a faux-merry tone.

"My name is Amanda Waller; I am the Warden of Belle Reve supervillain penitentiary."

"Holy shit! I qualify as a supervillain?" Floyd said, truthfully not very surprised but faking it for the benefit of Waller.

"Currently on your list of confirmed kills, you have a precise shot from over 800 metres away, through a ship's porthole."

"It was a lucky shot." Floyd responded nonchalantly.

"You repeated that shot a half dozen times at least, each one was an almost immediate kill."

"I had my four-leaf clover with me." Floyd said, cracking a small smile.

"Funny." Waller responded in a flawlessly deadpan tone. Okay, Floyd thought, sense of humour levels: non-existent. "Mr Lawton, you are about to be charged with enough life sentences that you will still be in prison during the god-damned rapture. If you accept the offer I am about to give you and that will be cut down to a significantly smaller number and you will be given unique opportunities to reduce your sentence, participating in missions where necessary." Floyd was silent with consideration. "Mr Lawton, failing to accept my offer will result in you going to prison until you die, or they may even decide to give you the death sentence. Accept my offer and you get the chance to reduce your sentence and you may even be free sometime in the next few decades." Floyd laughed the chains of his handcuff clinking.

"Alright then, you got me, I accept." He said, "You, Amanda Waller, are a very smart person, I like you."

BELLE REVE PARISH

SEPTEMBER 17, 18:31

Ghost let out a sigh as be paced the small, padded room, his fingers idly fiddling with his sword handle. Assuming that Cold mentioning performing the breakout tonight was not a ruse, which he doubted as no one in Belle Reve should have had enhanced sense, then he had at most five and a half hours before he would need to help M'gann and Connor fight both Cons and Guards to get out of the prison. Hopefully, Floyd was on his side, able to lend some firepower to the mix. That reminded him, he assumed that the Deadshot equipment was still in the prison because, after all, the Task Force X data he had hacked from Argus revealed that Deadshot was a current member and he assumed that the gear would be kept on site.

Turning, Ghost opened the soundproofed door and stepped out into the corridor, flickering into invisibility as he did so. He strode to the staircase and descended, walking slowly enough that his footsteps were virtually inaudible. The most likely location for the weapon storage was two floors down and roughly in the dead-centre of the building, just above Waller's office. The path down the stairwell was clear, and even when he got to the mess of corridors he barely saw any guards, once he reached the locked storage room he glanced around to ensure that no guards were in the vicinity and then switched his invisibility out for intangibility, walking calmly through the door. The room was full of rows of lockers, each marked with a name. Ghost walked down the rows, inspecting the name on each one. He recognised some of the names: Harley Quinn, Bronze Tiger and Multiplex but there were a couple of names that he didn't recognise. After a few minutes of searching, he found the locker marked Deadshot. The lock was electromagnetic, designed to resist even the hardest blows and the door itself was made of a titanium alloy. Unfortunately, electronic locking meant that he could control it, and the door swung open without a seconds' delay. Ghost drew out the two 9mm wrist-mounted machine guns, a bag full of ammo and a sniper rifle. The sniper rifle was unique in that it was able to switch rapidly between two variants of ammunition.

"Compensating for anything, mate?" He sniggered, turning and heading back to the isolation room upstairs, it was an uneventful journey until the alarm started to go off. "Well, shit." He muttered before turning and running towards the main cell block.

'M'gann, Connor, what's the situation?' Ghost asked, opening his mind to the mind link.

'Killer Frost and Devastation are preparing to break into the men's block.' M'gann responded

'The ice villains are going to break through to the girls and then the lot of them are going to break out of the prison together.' That wasn't good. If the entire criminal population of Belle Reve got together, Ghost wasn't sure whether he, M'gann and Connor could actually stop them. He would try of course, but he needed Floyd, fast. When he got to his friend's cell he was happy to see the sniper still sat on his cot. Ghost held the rifle and gauntlets out and Floyd took them. He slid the gauntlets onto his wrists and swung the strap of the rifle and the ammo bag over his shoulder.

"Let's go." Floyd said. Both marched in step out the cell door, Ghost drawing his swords and Floyd clenching his fists loosely around the triggers of his gauntlets.

"The ice villains are breaking through between the men and women's blocks in the laundry room, and busting out of the building through the forum of the men's block. Superboy and Miss Martian are going to try and stop the women getting in, but we need to cover the main escape attempt." Ghost informed Floyd, who nodded. The two men raced onto the balcony around the main foyer. Brick stood guard in front of one of the cells, looking out around the foyer, whilst the three ice villains fired ice at the wall and Mammoth punched wildly at the spot on the wall.

"Take out Brick first?" Floyd asked and Ghost nodded, he stepped back and then lunged at the railing, swinging over, dropping to the balcony below them and then back flipping down, landing in a clean roll, before rising to his feet and turning to face the villains. There was a crack from above him and Brick stumbled away, a bullet crumpling against his forehead. He turned to see Floyd standing with his rifle aimed at Brick and Ghost standing below Floyd, swords fully extended.

"Lawton!" Brick roared, furious. He charged at Ghost, who sprinted towards him, Brick raised both his fists over his head and swung them downwards at Ghost. The assassin easily rolled around the swing, slashing Brick's forearm open, the huge villain let out a roar of pain and spun, arm outstretched in an effort to hit Ghost. Ghost dove between Brick's legs spun and buried his sword in Bricks lower abdomen. He drew the sword out, spun around and slashed straight through Brick's Achilles tendon. Brick cried out again and dropped to one knee, he spun and reached for Ghost, moving faster than he had before and wrapping his fingers around Ghost's throat, lifting him up into the air.

"Who the fuck are you?" He spat, "Some God-damn Hero?" Ghost choked out something unintelligible, vaguely along the lines of 'oogie, boogie wooty dooty' Brick frowned.

"What the fuck did you say?" He loosened his grip around Ghost's throat. Ghost became intangible and fell to the ground, landing in a crouch.

"Motherfucker, I said oogie, boogie wooty dooty." He hissed, smirking before there was another crack and brick fell to the ground, another of Floyd's bullets ripping through his other Achilles tendon.

Ghost ran past Brick to engage Mammoth and Floyd followed Ghost's path down to the ground. Mammoth was not nearly as resistant to Ghost's blades as Brick had been, and was still slightly uncomfortable in his new form, so Ghost's rapid movement easily deceived him, allowing the white-suited assassin to easily turn him into a bloody mess.

Floyd approached the cell that Brick had been guarding and was not exactly surprised to see Amanda Waller, Hugo strange and a number of prison guards locked in the cell. Floyd levelled his rifle at the lock and opened fired the bullet easily tearing through the lock and burying itself in the ground. As Floyd opened the cell door he levelled a glare at Waller.

"Waller, I'm leaving today, because I reckon this means we're fucking even." He said before turning towards the battle with the ice villains. Ghost was doing significantly better off on his own than Floyd would have been. The three villains only had short-range wrist mounted ice guns, clearly not designed for combat, and Mammoth was nowhere near fast enough to fight Ghost successfully.

"I got this!" Ghost called, noticing Floyd standing off to the side. "Go help Superboy!" Floyd nodded and turned. Ghost had said that the villains were breaking through in the laundry room and, thankfully, he knew where that was. He hoped that the breakthrough hadn't been managed yet, because stopping them from breaking through or, more likely, setting a trap for them, would be difficult, but having to drive them back would be absolutely fucking impossible. He stopped off at the armoury, shoving a pile of anti-meta grenades into his ammo bag, before running for the laundry room again.

When he reached the laundry room, he saw Icicle Junior standing back from the wall whilst Superboy, disguised as Tommy Terror wailed on it. Floyd dropped one magazine of ammo and loaded a magazine of rubber bullets, shoved a slider across to chamber one, took aim and fired, the bullet struck Junior in the back of his head and he dropped. Superboy turned around as Floyd entered the room, holding his hands up in a pacifying gesture.

"You're the extra help Ghost was talking about." Superboy said, in a tone that made it clear he hadn't just asked a question.

"Yep, now, we've got all the female cons in Belle Reve trying to bust their way through that wall, so we're going to need to get ready for one hell of a fight." Superboy nodded in agreement and Floyd beckoned him backwards. They crouched down on either side of the doorway into the laundry room.

"Do you have full Kryptonian invulnerability?" Floyd asked curiously. Connor nodded at him.

"Good, then you can do a suicide run." He threw a grenade across the doorway. "Percussion grenade dishes out enough force to send you flying into the wall, hold onto that one, jump over the front runners and bust it in the back. In the meantime, have theses." He rolled a dozen or so more grenades across the doorway. "Polyurethane foam grenades and flashbangs. Should be good enough to take out most of them, and I reckon that you can bust the rest with your bare hands. Can you hear anything?" Superboy tilted his head to the said, staying silent for a few seconds before nodding.

"They're almost through." He said calmly.

"Good, chuck a flashbang the moment they get through." Connor nodded once more before turning back to the door. A few seconds later, Devastation busted through the wall and advanced into the wall, Killer frost following. Connor and Floyd each threw a grenade, Connor's detonating in a flash of light and sound, sending both villains stumbling before Floyd's percussion grenade went off, sending both villains flying.

There was instant chaos.

What followed was, by all accounts, nuts. The female Cons had been confident that they would break into the men's wing and that from then on it would be plain sailing. As such when they came through the opening and were immediately assaulted by bangs, flashes and impacts that sent them flying, they panicked. After a few seconds, having given the girls time to spill out of the opening and fill the room, Connor dashed into the room and began swinging. His fist made contact with someone's face, but Connor, running under the assumption that no one he was allied to would be around, didn't really care. The melee lasted, well, Connor wasn't really sure because adrenaline started pumping and messing with his mind from the moments he started fighting. After however long it was, Connor was the last one standing, surrounded by a pile of, hopefully, unconscious bodies. Connor turned with a slightly manic grin on his face to look at Floyd, who stood with his rifle held low, staring at Connor.

"Jesus fuck, you're god damn insane!" He said, snorting with amusement. Connor was scanning the bodies now, a worried frown on his face, where was M'gann, had he hit her? She wasn't around anywhere, what had happened?

"Supes!" Floyd called, stepping on Killer Frost's head as he approached the young clone. Superboy looked up at him, his features twisted into an unfamiliar expression of worry, "What's wrong?" Floyd asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Where's M'gann?" Connor asked, Floyd looked surprised for a moment, mostly by the fact that she seemed to be the first thing Superboy had thought about after the fight, before nodding and walking past Connor, stepping into the free space of the opening.

"Oh, Jesus!" He said, dropping his rifle, looking at an unforeseen spot off to the side. Connor looked up and ran to Floyd's side, not caring about the villains he stepped on. He stopped.

M'gann was suspended in a pillar of ice, a few feet across, her eyes were open and an expression of pure terror was fixed on her face.

"M'gann…" Connor whispered, placing his palm against the ice, his voice cracking and full of misery.

Ghost rushed into the room and stopped himself. He crossed the room and placed a hand on Connor's shoulder.

"I'm going to break the lockdown, just as soon as we fix this."

"Fix it?" Connor snapped incredulously, "She's frozen in fucking ice, no one could survive that."

"No human, but she's Martian, I'm pretty sure it's colder on Mars. Break it." Connor looked back at Ghost and then glanced at Floyd.

"Listen to him, Kid, he almost certainly knows what he's talking about." Floyd said, looking Connor in the eyes. Connor nodded, turned and struck the ice with all the force he could muster.

There was a terrifyingly loud crack and the ice broke, shattering around M'gann. The Martian fell to the ground, ice raining down around her. Superboy walked forward tentatively.

"M'gann… are you?" He spoke, quietly. The Martian let out a groan and attempted to stand, only to slump to the ground. Connor dashed forwards and hauled her to her knees.

"I'm…I'm alright, it's pretty cold where I-" She was cut off by Connor pressing his lips to hers, and her disguise disappeared, her usual red hair sprouting, skin and eyes turning green. Ghost and Floyd let out synchronised snorts of amusement before turning to each other.

"What're you going to do now?" Floyd asked.

"Well, in, what, ten minutes I'm going to bust the lockdown, call Aqualad and we're going to bail out, but for now, I'm going to go and threaten Waller until she agrees to do her damnedest to get you a pardon." He said, patting Floyd on the shoulder.

"Really?" Floyd started.

"Yes, bud, you helped us stop a prison break, let's go." The two turned and strode off in the direction of Waller.

A/N Ok, so to be honest, I was planning to just move straight on to 'Homefront' but I wanted to do some extra bonding for M'gann, Connor and Ghost, so I might do an extra chapter, because, holy shit, this chapter ended up being 5000 words.

Next chapter most likely will be a little bit of bonding as a continuation of this chapter.