You Won't Believe This Place
With the mountains to their back and the increasingly arid lands to their front, the T-car zoomed along merrily, though its passengers were anything but.
The sun setting in the west wasn't too big a deal until its glare reflected off of the rearview mirrors, both the one on the inside and the ones on the outside. Cyborg had had to adjust them every now and then so that he could use them.
In the back seat, at least four bodies were piled in. From left to right, Starfire had the window seat and would stare out of the window for long periods of time. Beside her was Terra who looked really uncomfortable and squished. So too was Wonder Girl, though she wore her displeasure on her face. On the far right with his enviable position of also having a window was the newly dubbed Bunker who didn't seem as gung-ho for this as he was at the Tower.
Really, Cyborg was the only one to get his own seat, but he was driving so that privilege was all his. Red Robin had the front passenger seat to himself and this time he didn't need to sit in anyone's lap. However, while he himself wasn't using someone else's lap, someone else was using his, and that was Beast Boy in the form of a cat. It wasn't bad at first, but a constant weight on your legs began to take its toll after a while.
Lastly, Kid Flash was hoofing it on foot, and while that might seem bad on paper, the fact that he had superspeed meant he would get ahead, stop, wait for them to pass him by while posed on top of anything he could get on top of to express his boredom, then race past the car once more to repeat the process.
It was perhaps the only kind of entertainment they had in here. Someone had forgotten to add in an entertainment system in here. Nothing to distract them except whatever came to mind or those old games kids used to play, like Slug Bug. Too bad there were no Volkswagen Beetles to be seen for miles. Though, considering the strength of some people in the car, that might actually be a blessing in disguise.
Based on Cyborg's global positioning system, they still had aways to go, and within an hour, they'd be leaving California and entering Nevada. The northern part of that state was wide, wider than California itself so they were going to be stuck in it for some time.
Since there was so much time, the masked teen took some stock of what they had. Starting with himself, he had every pocket on his belt filled to the brim with anything he thought might be helpful. Various birdarangs with different functions and effects, some gadgets like a scanner for digital locks, some smokescreen pellets…
Boots were filled up in case he needed to use the rocket boost. The cape was ready for both gliding and defensive capabilities. His hand-to-hand hand had definitely improved under Starfire's tutelage. His mind, stressed as it was, could do with some rest. He was going to need to be sharp when they arrived at their destination.
Ah yes, and the last addition. Cyborg had to be quick, but he had come through in producing some specialized headbands. Thin and looking like a band of circuitry, this was the gamble for handling any psychics they came across.
Attacking the mind through some extrasensory perception was way out there, but he had already seen how effective it was based on how it had laid up two of his teammates. Then the mind control for Terra revealed how versatile that power was. While he could not come up with a one size fits all solution, at the very least he hoped that he had taken mind control off the table.
You could take the kid out of Gotham, but you couldn't take Gotham out of the kid. With all of his experiences, it turned out that this wasn't his first rodeo with mind control. Gotham was home to a man who had mastered technology to the point of manufacturing mind control. It was a matter of informing Cyborg about Jervis Tetch and retrieving any and all plans the self-styled Mad Hatter had devised on the subject.
The man had developed a means of taking over the human brain through sound waves, but he had to have come up with a counter for it so that he himself wasn't mind controlled. That counter was their one shot at keeping their own minds safe from being taken over. The headbands were the result of what Cyborg had managed to whip up.
Currently, one such band was worn on Terra. It wrapped around her forehead, acting like a safeguard that so far they had not been able to fully test. It could just be a way of patting themselves on the back and saying "at least we tried" here. However, Terra hadn't used a different voice or tried to kill them yet, so there was some hope.
If only there had been some way to test it beforehand. They were going in blind on this matter, but what choice did they have? These people had Raven and had attacked them time and time again. They wouldn't stop until the Teen Titans were dead. Fighting a war when you were always on the defensive, waiting, was no way to fight a war. If they wanted to end this, they had to take the fight back to these people and expose them to the world.
No more hiding.
From the radio, Cyborg's own library played, and thankfully none of it was from his Bieber collection. There had been some initial complaints from the back about the cybernetic teen's taste in music, but they had been overruled with "driver has final say, deal with it."
A problem that would crop up here and there was that after between one hundred and two hundred miles, the local radio frequencies would change, local stations having reserved certain frequencies. When one of these stations' signals began to interfere with the T-car radio, Cyborg would have to switch to another unclaimed frequency. For short moments of time, they would have to hear what else was out there to listen to.
"And one day, all the walls will come down, all the doors will open, all the roads will lead home…"
From songs.
"For all your roofing needs, go with the Rhino. Rufus highly recommends!"
To cheesy ads.
"A shocking development in the Wayne/Fairchild Murder Trial is taking place this morning! Bruce Wayne is being-"
To updates on the latest media circus.
"Why do people care about some billionaire? There's more important things than some rich guy," Wonder Girl muttered.
"Doesn't he live in Gotham? Think Batman went after him?" Beast Boy piped up from Red Robin's lap, stretching out a thin arm.
"If he did it, then Batman sure as hell did," Cyborg remarked, changing the channel until white noise began to pour through the speakers. "Bingo! Now let's get back to Cyborg's greatest hits! We are looking at some nonstop music for the next three hours, no commercials."
"Hey, mind playing Baby?" Terra asked, struggling to hold back a smile.
Even though he was driving, it was easy to see how tense Cyborg became. Speaking with the tone of a dead man, "I thought we agreed we weren't going to talk about that."
"You agreed. We didn't agree to shit!" Beast Boy taunted cheekily.
"Just like I didn't agree to find out if there were more than one way to skin a cat?" A single eyebrow raised as the cybernetic teen sent a look to the green feline. "Oh wait, I didn't."
A thin, green tail flicked. "Well sorry…isn't that another one of your favorites?"
"If I weren't driving, I'd give those idiot protesters another reason to hate us: animal abuse! Starting with you! How's that for sorry?"
"Sounds to me like you need to love yourself," Terra teased from the back.
"Don't you get sassy with me, girl!"
Wonder Girl watched the two against one tauntfest with the most neutral expression Red Robin had ever seen her wear. "I'm missing something, but I feel so okay with that. I want to see where this goes."
Bunker then put in his two cents. "Guess we got about 10,000 hours—"
"What the hell I ever do to you? Why's everyone ganging up on me?" Cyborg demanded.
"Were Raven here, we would most certainly be forming a gathering of abuse towards Beast Boy and the inadequacies she perceives in him," Starfire spoke up. "Without her to guide us, we seem to have directed the assault on your deficiencies. My apologies, my friend."
Naturally, Cyborg only zeroed in on one of those words in the Tamaranean's explanation. "Deficiencies?!"
"Inadequacies?!" exclaimed Beast Boy, his feline head jerking up with wide pupils.
"It's so much fun when you guys are the butt of the jokes," Wonder Girl threw out. If she was going to be miserable, somebody else would be joining her.
And to be fair, this was so much better than finding out what was new with the Wayne/Fairchild murder.
There was a charge in the air, one that was utterly unfamiliar to this place. Activity levels were the highest it had ever been, feet clomping against the metal floors as troops and security personal ran all about. If Jinx didn't know any better, she would have said that they were in a rush.
In the center of this storm was Immortus, the older than dirt man barking out orders to anyone who got close. The self-styled general didn't necessarily have a scowl on his face, but from how his forehead set, you knew he wasn't happy. When the pink-haired hexer bothered to tune into whatever he was saying—
"I want regular patrols of the area, check every five minutes, anyone who gets within a mile is to be executed on site. Leave nothing to chance. Where the hell is Psimon? I want him here now."
Now whatever could have caused this kind of reaction, she wondered. Surely it didn't have anything to do with that little communication device in her team's quarters. It would be such a shame for it to be the proverbial pebble in the shoe. Had someone picked up on the signal it was sending? Now that she thought about it, that could be a good reason.
Except word was that the order to go to def con 1 around here had come from the top, the Queen herself. She knew something, but like always the Queen was not going to tell them what they needed prepare for. Just follow orders like good little drones and ask no questions. Jinx had done enough of that already.
It was clear to her that they had incoming hostiles. Who else but those Titans out for blood? First and foremost, those Titans would have to know where here was. This place was suppose to be super secret, hidden from the world, etcetera, but personally Jinx thought it stood out like a sore thumb. You couldn't really control geological features, but someone thinking to hide an organization like H.I.V.E. right behind those features was stuck in the 1960s or something. Your hideout didn't need to have a theme where one would say, in retrospect, where else could they have been hiding.
"Tap into all satellite feeds we can. I want to know of any abnormal activity. Inside the defense, up the regular patrols, increase the manpower, and put our metahuman forces on alert. I want all hands on deck. Top priority is to protect the Queen. Anyone who is not suppose to be here, kill on sight."
Very heavy handed there, Immortus. So bloodthirsty. Way to make it look like you weren't trying to overcompensate for something.
"Make sure the Queen's project is secure as well. We need only a few more weeks until it's complete and we will not gamble its survival."
Yeah, that project, the one being done behind the scenes. Jinx herself knew little about it other than the attack on the police transport had been a cover for a tech heist. Whatever tech was stolen was needed for this project, but what was it to accomplish? Well, with all the talk about looming catastrophe, she wouldn't put it past the Queen to manufacture that doom and gloom herself.
Well, maybe sticking it to H.I.V.E. by wrecking that pet project on the way out would be a nice middle finger to end a good day on.
Ooh, Psimon was showing up; time for her to leave. Jinx slipped away, a cover story in mind. If anyone asked, depending on whether or not they cut her down in a hail of bullets first, she was following orders to have her team get ready for whatever drill was going on. Oh, that was a good one, a drill. Sure, Immortus wasn't treating this like a drill, but she was just a lowly grunt now, wasn't she? Not the crown jewel and pride of H.I.V.E.'s metahuman forces. Such misfortune there.
She arrived at her quarters with no trouble. Perhaps her distinctive looks did more to keep away any hassles along the way. As she entered, and found her team waiting, she gave them the heads up.
"The brass is losing its mind. I think our Titan torpedo is well on its way here," she announced.
"When they gonna get here?" Mammoth demanded, rubbing a fist into the large palm of his hand. "I'm itching to bash their heads in."
"Don't scramble their brains just yet. First we need them to do what they do best and wreck everything, then we can do some head bashing," Jinx cautioned. Mammoth could be so simple sometimes. His massive strength really was his only positive feature here.
"You know they're not going too fast about this. They'll probably get distracted by all the goons Immortus is going to throw at them," Gizmo pointed out.
At least someone was thinking through the details. "It shouldn't be too hard to lead them around by the nose. We need to get them where they need to go first, right? Anyone ask, we're planning an ambush. It's just bad luck if something important gets wrecked in the process," Jinx said.
Gizmo gave her a look, his little bald head tilting to a side. "Okay, you can knock it off with all the bad luck puns. They're getting old right now." Beside the tech genius, Kyd Wykkyd nodded his head in agreement.
Mammoth eyed the smallest member of the team. "They are?"
"Fine, whatever," Jinx cut in. They couldn't afford to be distracted right now. Becoming serious, "This is our one and only chance, people. We don't get a second shot. If we're discovered before it ends and the Teen Twerps fail, we're done. If we aren't discovered and they still fail, the Queen just needs to force her way into our heads, and we're done. She's distracted right now, something's bothering her, and that's the only reason we've come this far. Let's not blow this chance."
Easier said than done, so a few tweaks to the plan might need to be made.
A sleeve was rolled up, a strap wrapped around the bicep, and a vein bulged to the surface of the skin. The needle was carefully inserted into it and the plunger of the syringe injected its contents into the bloodstream.
And now he needed some time to allow this stuff to do its magic. It had done much to make him stronger before. How much stronger would he be now? How much faster? How much smarter? The needle was pulled out and the syringe was thrown away, the strap was torn off and the sleeve rolled down.
Ravager was feeling much better. Oh, he could feel it all flowing up his arm and into his body. Hands clenched into fists, tensing the muscles in his lower arm. He took deep breaths, closing his eyes, and focusing within. The second he had seen the serum, it had been as if energy had welled up in him. Sure, there was still some exhaustion, but that would be over and done with soon enough.
Just give it some time, let this juice soak into every fiber of his being, and then the world would be his oyster. First, when he got his hands on those Titans, he was going to stretch it out, take his time, and make it all slow and painful. Show all of H.I.V.E. why they needed to take him seriously. Then get some real contracts and kills.
His eyelids cracked open, and dully he found himself staring at her, the babe that had saved him from being another nobody. Almost made nearly getting run over worth it. She was rubbing her hand on his arm, lips were moving, but he wasn't making out any sound, probably because he wasn't listening. Better correct that; what kind of an assassin didn't have good hearing?
"I'm good, I'm good." That sounded reassuring, right? Didn't know if she was asking anything, but that should do it. He pushed away a hand as he sat up straighter. For a second, there was a wave of dizziness that washed over him, and he felt zapped once more. This time, though, it was waning. He was going to be back in top shape in no time.
"You need to take it easy. Let the serum do its work." She was speaking again, and she sounded so much clearer. Funny, he still wasn't recalling her name.
Ravager nodded. She did know best about this kind of stuff. He could trust her.
She would never steer him wrong, right?
It was about midday on day three of this road trip, but they had finally reached their destination. Well, sort of.
According to the coordinates that Raven's communicator had given them, they were just past the Utah-Colorado border, and in the thick of the Rocky Mountains themselves. Because of the mountainous terrain, there weren't as many roads as there would be on more flatter and leveled land. Most roads had to be major unless they were in a town or city.
So you could guess they weren't in a town. Most Colorado cities were in the eastern half of the state. What this meant was that the T-Car got to show off its off-road capabilities and you better believe that Cyborg invested a lot into that. The ride went from smooth to bumpy, people in the backseat were jostled about. If things got too precious, well, turns out Bunker's ability came in handy as those purple bricks of his could widen the amount of space the T-car had to maneuver.
Kid Flash had been allowed to really scout ahead. No longer just racing and waiting, the speedster was getting some action which was more than appreciated on that part. It didn't take long to get their first update.
"Spotted some guys in some funky yellow armor. I think they're trying to look like bees. They have some guns and I think I heard them saying the area was clear. Timed it and I think they're doing it in five minute intervals. I'm going to see what they're trying to protect."
At least they were on the right track, Red Robin mused to himself. People dressed in a uniform with that description had to be working together and they wouldn't be out in the middle of nowhere if there was nothing. Cyborg had to slow down some; they didn't want to accidentally give themselves away, what with five minute intervals of checking in if Kid Flash was correct.
When the speedster checked in, he had found something. Excited as he was, the fastest teen in the world had returned to the T-car and then led them towards his find. Naturally they avoided any patrols by keeping some distance; Kid Flash had taken the time, it seemed, to see how far these patrols stretched out.
Geography was a funny thing sometimes. Add in natural erosion and you could get some interesting geographical features. Through a pair of binoculars, the teen vigilante observed what Kid Flash had spotted.
It was the side of a massive mountain, not a particularly tall one, mind you, but what it lacked in height it made up for in diameter. The peak was a dull point as most Rocky Mountains were, and you had to look down some before you caught on to the more interesting features of this particular mountain.
It must have taken tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of years for enough erosion to create such rounded ridges, the lower ridges pushing more outwards than the ones above. Eventually the natural ruggedness of the mountain resumed, but when you took it all in, it looked like a beehive was sticking out of the side of it.
Naturally, that was where Raven's signal came from. It still was.
"That's a new one," Wonder Girl observed. "Being underground is old, but a mountain hideout that looks like that is definitely new."
"Picking up heat signatures. The whole area is crawling," Cyborg reported. "Kid Flash wasn't kidding."
Everything centered on that mountain. So how were they going to get into it? There had to be something in there. But where could an entrance be found?
"Should we investigate from the air?" Starfire suggested.
"I wouldn't be surprised if they were watching the skies. From what Kid Flash noticed, they're being very excessive in their security," Red Robin said. If it weren't for the T-car's incognito mode, they would have been seen already. "We'll need a different approach."
"Climb up there?" Beast Boy suggested.
"That means walking and those patrols, even if we got past them, all it takes is one person looking up," the masked teen replied. Though that last part was a big if. How many times had he run across rooftops in Gotham and the criminals of that city never thought to look up? That was one of the methods he was sure Batman used to sneak up on people. However, you couldn't discount it either.
"Not all of us can fly," Cyborg pointed out. "Even if we split up, there's a good chance we'll still be seen. We're going to have to pick one, even if we do get caught. We can fight our way through anything they can dish out."
"They keep checking in every five minutes. They'll know we're here four minutes after we take out a patrol, and that's assuming one of them doesn't call in an alert in time," Red Robin countered. He was thinking, thinking of all of their options. Someone was trying to make this difficult. Pretty much, all of this security detail was excessive to the max. Waiting it out a bit would drive these guards into getting bored, which meant they would be easier to take out. But even with extra seconds, someone was expecting a call in every five minutes. That could also mean whoever was receiving each check in would get backlogged.
Raven was in there, though. Did they really have the time to waste? At the same time, rushing could cause more problems.
However, since there was so many boots on the ground outside, that meant there would be less on the inside. Locking them out would help with managing things in there.
So by land or by air were their choices. If you took into account all of their abilities…
"We got one other option, one that gets us inside without anyone seeing," Red Robin proposed, and he knew he was getting a lot of attention for it.
"What have you come up with this time?" Wonder Girl asked.
Turning in his seat so that he could face everyone in the backseat, his eyes zeroed in on one in particular. "We can tunnel in. Go underground and come up from below. No one sees us, no one knows we're in until it's too late."
This meant the biggest risk here was Terra. She would be their ticket in, but if whoever controlled her regained that control, they'd be done in. It was incredibly risky, but he doubted anybody in that secret lair would expect it.
"This is a gamble," Starfire said. "If it should be successful, we know not what part of the hidden facility we arrive in. It could place us in harm's way."
When you thought about it, all choices put them in harm's way. With option three, they could at least have some control over it.
"But think about it! We come up, blow through the floor, they're trying to figure out what's going on and we hit them hard!" the green shapeshifter cheered from the masked teen's lap. "No one will expect a hit from below!"
Cyborg gave a shrug. "He's not wrong."
Wonder Girl glanced at Terra, or more specifically the band around the thin blonde's head. "Are we sure about this? If that thing doesn't work, we're sunk."
And no one could say that just because Terra hadn't attacked them since putting that band on didn't mean she was free from being controlled remotely. If that psychic could still hack her, so to speak, and probably already had, they could be listening in right now, then all they had to do was wait until they had several tons of rock and earth above, around, and below them, and then simply crush the life out of them.
It was so damn risky for such a high reward and the only assurance they had was Jervis Tetch's brainchild. The only thing going for it was that Tetch had to make sure his mind control was only one way and that he himself didn't fall under it.
"Terra," Red Robin began, "if something happens, if you find yourself being taken over, is there any way you can keep us safe?"
Terra bit her lip. "I could try and eject you. I'd have to be fast, and there's a chance someone could see you being spit out of the ground…"
Which was so much better than being crushed to death.
"I trust you. You haven't given anybody here any reason to distrust you," he told her. "Trust is the one thing that this team has to depend on. I'm willing to trust that you'll try to save us if things go south." Then looking to Wonder Girl, "If you need to, make sure she's gripping your lasso. Just in case."
There didn't seem to be any arguments or ideas being thrown around. This was it. It was time to go save Raven and put an end to whatever the bad guys were planning.
Without a single word, Red Robin grabbed the door handle and pulled it open.
Maybe there was something to that claustrophobia stuff. Being in a cramped space was nothing that could get her heart pounding. Hell, small, cramped spaces were the perfect way to hide from mom and her archaeologist buddies at a dig.
None of those times had her stuck with a bunch of other bodies, moving through the earth, and doing so with one of them who was the proverbial wild card with a "will she won't she thing" going on. Not that Wonder Girl wanted to throw mud, but seriously, look at this!
And the thing to keep them all safe was a thin headband that looked like it could break if you looked at it wrong. Pardon her paranoia, but she trusted the golden lasso she had tied to a thin wrist, thank you very much. Huh, gold. Could have sworn it had been red some time ago. Had it ever been gold?
She shook her head and then focused on Terra. More specifically, the wrist where her magical rope was wrapped around. Take the magic out of it, and it was a mere rope. This was the backup and the only thing that was keeping them all alive in her mind. She wanted to trust Terra, she did. It was the person who took over her mind that Wonder Girl didn't trust.
All around them, the earth moved. It was slow, but they were moving. Cyborg wasn't getting reception down here, but he had saved the exact coordinates that Raven's communicator had given him. He was using that saved data to tell them how much further it was until they were directly below their destination. It was taking some time, though.
The T-car had to be parked in a spot where it could face this hidden lair and unload some heavy artillery if worst came to worst. Whether that artillery could pierce through solid rock, well, there was a chance they would all find out. It also had to be in its invisible mode and some natural cover blocking it so that no patrols accidentally walked into it.
From there, it was sinking into the ground and then moving their way under mountainous terrain and going at a pace that the armored blonde was not comfortable with. There might really be something to this claustro-
"Alright, we're right under them," Cyborg announced, the glow of his robotic eye the other source of light for them. The area where he stood was primarily red as a result with only the glow of her lasso competing. "Take us up."
There was a shift, one similar to that of an elevator going up. There was the pull of gravity as it tried to keep you down. Wonder Girl found herself glancing up, barely making out the rock that was literally pulling itself out of their way. Earth seemed to grind against itself, an unsettling sound to be honest.
There were a few beads of sweat on Terra's forehead, a sign of how much concentration she was putting into this. No signs of being mind controlled yet. As far as they knew. Damn, these high stress situations. Aliens was one thing, end of the world another, you could fight those things, hit them, but how did you do any of that here?
Minutes were ticking by, it felt like forever, and the only thing that gave away that they were moving was the constant grinding of the earth moving out of their way. It was going too slow, much too slow for her tastes, and great, now she sounded like Kid Flash. Whatever could she expect to happen today?
Bodies around her were shifting, obviously uncomfortable. Definitely more than one person having second thoughts. Red, oh Red, why did you think this was a good idea?
Then, as earth moved away, a metal roof greeted them and they had to stop, some shouting involved to alert Terra to this new development.
"Alright, I think we're here," Cyborg announced, bending slightly.
With her head tilted back, her nose was just starting to graze the metal surface. "So, what's the plan now? Any ideas?"
It was quiet for a moment, the loudest sound being all the breathing. Finally, Red cleared his throat and said, "This is it. We're going to bust through. It's not going to be quiet anymore. Everyone get ready, and Wonder Girl, whenever you're ready, hit away."
Oh, so she was getting the honors here? Fine by her. They had Starfire and Cyborg who could pack some muscle as well, but maybe they could be the backup. Right now, let's see how much power this armor gave her.
"You might want to stand back," she warned as she held up an arm, hand balled into a fist and muscles tensing. Despite how cramped it was, she was given a few inches of space as everyone else pretty much pressed themselves against the walls, so to speak. The tension built up in her arm, the limb itself began to tremble from the strain.
A fist lashed upwards and struck their metal ceiling. A rather large dent was the result of that, which she took a second to admire, then committed to the second punch. The dent was deeper now. A third punch followed and she was definitely making some progress.
Let's go all out for this last one—because it was going to be the last one. Her legs bent, her fist was readied, and putting her back into it, Wonder Girl practically launched herself along with the fourth and final punch, breaking through and finding herself now in a very tall and very long hallway.
Then the bullets started hitting her, or would had her fast-acting armor not sprung up out of nowhere to cover her up. What were bullets to magical armor? However, she found ridiculous looking soldiers in bee-themed upper body armor both to the left and right of her. Since she was right in the middle, she took to her right and barreled her way through that crowding of idiots.
Like bowling pins, they were knocked to either side of her, unable to take what she was dishing out. Once she was through them, she was turning around, needing to spin her body in midair to do that, and by the time she had, she could see the ones still standing opposite of her still shooting, trying to take her down.
From the jagged hole in the floor, Kid Flash ran out in a blur, and the shooting pretty much came to an end there. Behind the speedster, the rest of the team swarmed out, Starfire first with Cyborg following. Anyone who was still conscious had to deal with them. Next came Beast Boy and Bunker, but since a lot of the action was being taken up, those two were keeping close to the hole. That left Red Robin and then Terra to pop up and wait for everything to die down.
It didn't take very long. In less than a minute, they had a hallway full of bodies—knocked out, unconscious, but not dead though some broken bones begged to differ—and some calm could settle over them.
Which allowed the armored blonde to really get a good look at where they were and how it was decorated. It was yellow, black, and gray, the walls primarily yellow with black while the floor and presumably the ceiling were the grays and blacks. The thing about the yellow? It was patterned. Not necessarily bad, but this pattern used hexagons which created the effect of looking at honeycomb.
Someone had designed the inside of a mountain that looked like it had a beehive sticking out of it to resemble an actual beehive. Whoever was responsible for this needed to be fired and die in a gutter somewhere.
"Figures, we find the one secret evil organization and they have such horrible tastes," Cyborg muttered.
"It's like they're trying to say something and I'm not getting it," Beast Boy agreed.
"Focus everyone," Red Robin commanded, drawing all attention to himself. "If they don't know we're here, they do now. I'm willing to bet someone called this in. We're going to have company real soon, but instead of waiting for them, I suggest going to them."
She was really liking this plan.
"Try to stick together, but our first job is taking these guys down. Second, and no less important, find Raven. Don't hold anything back because this is our only chance," Red continued. "You better believe they're going to do everything in their power to kill us, so take them down hard and fast."
No sooner had Red finished when the yellow was joined with red, a loud, piercing klaxon ringing throughout the hallway. Well, well, someone did report them. There was no one new in sight…but distantly she could hear the sounds of multiple footsteps. A freaking clamor of them. They had less than a minute before contact, which was kinda impressive, that response time.
But that was going to be the last compliment she gave these assholes.
"So now we start hitting hard and fast?" Bunker asked, his arms held up with purple blocks forming around them.
"That's the plan," Red agreed. "Titans, go!"
