Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans but I do own The Eight.

"Put her down." Owl said to Steer.

Steer gently places the unconscious Black Widow on the bed in their hotel room.

"So what happen?" Owl asked as he started to work on the wound.

"The target got the drop on her." Steer answered.

Owl shook his head, "No one 'gets the drop on her' she got sloppy."

Eel, Boa, and Barracuda

The three saw their target. He wasn't hard to find. It was almost like he wanted to be found.

"Well," Eel said with surprise, "we know it not a costume."

"How the hell are we going to take 'that' down?" Boa said.

Barracuda look at their surroundings, and then turned to Boa.

"You first," she said to her.

"What?"

"You go in first."

Boa didn't even ask why. She just cracked her neck and walked forward.

There was a reason Barracuda wanted Boa to go in first.

Barracuda had spent almost all of her time in The Eight watching the other members fight.

She knew fast they could throw a punch, how fast they could run, how fast they could dodge, and how fast they could kill.

She knew it all right down to the milliseconds.

And through all of her observation Barracuda came to one conclusion about Boa.

She was, probably second only to Owl, the fastest one of The Eight.

The hotel room

Black Widow started to stir.

"She's waking up." Owl said, "Hold her down."

Steer put his big arms on Black Widow.

"Get off me!" she snarled.

"Just wait a second," Owl calmly said, "I can feel the bullet."

Black Widow winces in pain as Owl continue to dig into her shoulder.

"Steer," she manages to say, "left knee pocket. Shoot me up with it."

Steer open her left knee pocket and found a needle.

"Do it." She said.

After Steer injected the needle into Black Widow her face formed a smile and she stopped moving.

"There we go." She said with a smile.

"That stuff will eventually kill you." Owl said with a look of distaste.

Black Widow giggle, "You think I care?"

Titans Tower's sick bay

Beast Boy heard yelling and crashing coming from the living room.

"What's going on?" he thought.

He hit the call button but no one came.

"HEY!" he started to yell, "HEY! ANYONE? HELLO! WHAT GOING ON!"

He hit the call button again, still no response.

"Ok," he thought, "No one's coming."

He looked around the room and saw that there was a wheelchair in the corner.

"Alright," he said to himself, "how do I get there?"

He started to move his arms.

"Ok, no problem there."

He knew he couldn't walk yet so he didn't even bother trying to move his legs.

After thinking about what to do for a few minutes his eyes lit up.

"Duh," he said as he smacks himself in the forehead.

He transformed into a bird, flew to the wheelchair, and landed on it.

When he transformed back he had to catch his breath, it took a lot more out of him then he thought it would.

But now here he was sitting in the wheelchair.

"Alright," he said, "you da man, Beast Boy!"

Jump city

Atlas was in the edge of the city standing in the suburbs, waiting.

He knew about The Eight, he knew why they came, and he wanted to fight.

Ever since his humiliating defeat at the hands of Cyborg Atlas stayed low and upgraded himself.

Since Spike had left him he had been force to everything on his own. At first he hated it, but over time not only did he got use to it he got stronger because of it.

He no longer had to rely on an assistant, he could do everything himself.

And now he wanted nothing more in the world then to have a rematch with Cyborg.

He saw The Eight as nothing more than excellent training. After he beat them he would smash into Titans Tower and finish them too.

He saw a girl walk up to him calmly.

He laughed. This was it? This was the best The Eight could throw at him.

"What's so funny?" the girl asks.

"I know who you are." He said, "And I find it insulting that they think you can kill me."

The girl looks at Atlas from head to toe.

"Who beat you?" she asked.

Atlas eyes narrowed, "What did you say."

"I'm asking who beat you. Your body language is giving off an overkill of confidences. And only two kinds of people give that off; people who have never lost, and people who are trying to hide the fact that they lost. And I seriously doubt that you have never lost."

Atlas didn't answer; he just charged the girl at top speed and slammed his fist on top of her.

When he removed his fist all he saw was a hole in the street. The girl was nowhere to be seen.

"God, you're slow." A voice said behind him.

He turned to see the voice was another girl sitting on top of a car.

"I thought that at least you would have been faster than Steer. I should have brought a sundial." She continued.

Atlas charged the new girl and smashed his fist into the car.

But once again he missed.

"Over here big boy!" a new voice called out.

Atlas turned to see a third girl standing in the middle of the street.

"That right, come to mama." The girl taunted.

Atlas didn't run this time. He knew what they were up to.

They were testing his speed.

"Very clever." He thought.

This time he just walked towards the girl.

The girl took a few steps back keeping her distance.

"What's the matter?" he said, "Are you afraid?"

The girl just smiled.

"No, I just don't want to get wet."

The next thing Atlas heard was the sound of water spraying.

He turned to his side and saw that the first girl had knock off the top of a fire hydrant.

Water was now pouring down the streets and hitting Atlas's feet.

"Bye bye." The third girl said.

She then pulled out two Tasers from her pockets, set them to the highest setting, and threw them into the water.

The electrical shock hit Atlas like a train.

As he fell to the ground Eel, Boa, and Barracuda, met on top of a car protected by the electricity thanks to the rubber tires.

"Good work." Barracuda said.

"Thanks." Eel replied.

"That was pathetic." Boa said, "I thought he would have been more of a challenge."

Eel shrug her shoulders, "Oh well, you can't always get what you want."

When the girls figure it was safe, they jump down on the wet sidewalk.

"Sorry about your Tasers." Barracuda said.

"Don't worry about it, I have tons of those." Eel said with a smirk.

As the three girls walk away they hear a metal grinding sound behind them.

Atlas was getting back up and he was smiling.

"Not bad." He said, "Now it's my turn."

The Hotel room

"There we go." Owl said as he pulled out the bullet.

He then started to sew up the wound.

"So what happen?" Owl asked Black Widow.

Black Widow just looked away, "He got lucky."

Owl let out a deep breath, "I know you; he didn't get lucky. You got sloppy."

"I'm NOT sloppy!" Black Widow yelled.

Owl raised his eyebrows.

"Ok, then tell me how you got shot?"

"The target was in a car. I walk up to the car and pretended that I needed a ride. As soon as I was in the car I was going to kill him. But he shot at me before I could get in."

Owl nodded, "Ok, so how were you going to kill him?"

"By poison."

"With one of your darts?"

Black Widow nodded.

Owl glared at her, "Let me guess, you had the dart out in plain view instead of keeping it hidden until you got in the car."

Black Widow didn't say anything.

"I'm right am I?" Owl said as he finished sewing up he wound.

He then went to the other side and started to gently pull out the glass embedded in her other arm.

Black Widow grunted.

"You see what I'm saying. In our line of work there is no such thing as luck, only the sloppy and dead or the precise and living."

Black Widow just rolled her eyes. She could have cared less.

"STEER, COME IN!" Barracuda's voice came over the headset.

"What's wrong?" Steer asked.

"GET OVER HERE QUICK, AND BRING THE BIGGEST GUN YOU GOT!"