HEY ALL! How you doing out there. SO I had this chapter sitting around and I was going over it and whatnot, then... my computer crapped out on me and I had to get it fixed. For awhile it seemed like I had lost all my data. But my computer guys are AWESOME! They managed to save all my data. I had to redownload all my programs but that's no biggie. So once I got the computer back I was able to finish this off.

So that set me waaay back.

Sorry guys, I was gonna update this like 2 weeks after the last chapter but life decided to screw around with my electronics. XD

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So on with the story? OK! ONWARD!

EDIT: 01/02/2023 Fixed a few things

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Asif had the best view in the house, he was across the way, a little off to the side. The perfect spot. No one could see him, but he could see everyone.

He watched the patrons through his scope, all of them seemed like nobodies, but he knew otherwise. This whole thing was a set up, just as they all thought it would be. If they knew that this would be a set up, then all the guys down there most definitely knew that they knew. It was a set up inside a set up inside another set up. Anything could go wrong tonight. The young man took a deep breath. They were used to this. That horrible feeling of dread, that gut wrenching feeling that told you that you really shouldn't be here. All to be ignored. Asif knew how to ignore these feelings, he had done so time and time again.

He just hoped that his companions below were doing the same. He smiled at the thought of them, as they came into view. The two were most definitely in for a ride tonight, all of them were really, but those two were the ones touching base with the mother of monsters. They were literally the stars of the show tonight.

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"Ready?"

"Nope."

"Neither am I." The duo looked to the entrance of what was very obviously a trap.

"It doesn't matter if we are or not, we gotta go in."

"Yep."

Sariel sighed and looked to her companion, giving him a firm nod. "We've come this far... might as well go all the way."

Robin smirked. "Go out gloriously?"

Sariel chuckled. "I don't plan on it, but sure. Why not?"

"We're on our own once we get onto the second floor."

"Then we gotta be careful not to fuck up then."

The two were standing across the street from their destination. Asif had informed them that moments ago Aurora had made an appearance and was probably already inside waiting for them. Ready to spring a trap. To end them, to see them fall. Robin was very sure of this, but then again so was Sariel. Most of this plan was hers, although he had a few say in things here and there.

The two began walking towards the entrance. Robin slung his blazer over his shoulder. His collar not fully buttoned up and his sleeves rolled up gave him a much more laid back look, it also made him look confident. Sariel to, saunter her way in, giving the guards a smile as she walked past them.

The pub was old. And full of patrons. It probably wouldn't close until about four or five in the morning. This city never seemed to die.

"We're inside." Robin quietly spoke.

"I see you." Slade responded through the commlink. "There is a lot of people tonight, probably all of them are being paid to be there. None of them are actual costumer's."

"So it's more like the gang's' hideout, they all just get together at a pub. That's cliché" Robin found the idea amusing. For such a high end secret society, they had some real plain and uninteresting ideas for hideouts.

"They didn't even bother to pat us down." This time it was Sariel.

"It's technically a public bar. Your weapons are concealed for now. But I would probably still expect one once you get up to the second floor." Slades voiced buzzed into their ears.

Robin nodded. "Noted."

Sariel took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. She looked to her companion and gestured him to take a seat "They know we're here, and like usual, it seems we got to get a second invitation to actually visit face to face. So until that happens..." Sariel lifted the glass to her lips.

Robin looked to her a bit wide eyed. "How the hell did you get that?"

Sariel smirked, "Legal drinking age here is sixteen."

"What? So any bar, we could get into?"

She giggled. "I shit you not. Drinking here isn't such a big deal. I mean it's Germany after all."

Robin sat at the bar with her, but didn't order anything. To be perfectly honest he had drank alcohol before. Broke the rules, started drinking early like any other teen. Plus, he had attended balls and that sort in Gotham. Drinks were always available, and he got pretty good at swiping them off the trays pretty fast. It was nothing new to him, but Sariel was right, they were in Germany, and Germany was known for its ale. They had different values here and therefore different rules.

"When do you think they'll come and collect us?"

She shrugged, "I got a feeling pretty soon."

As if on cue a man came down the stairs, his attire was... unusual for around here. He wore beige military like pants, a white button up shirt, and a burgundy vest over it with a bolo tie to match. The spurs on his cowboy boots is what made Robin jump. As soon as he heard them he whipped around on his stool and was greeted by the cowboy that had threw him off of that plane all those months ago. The man wasn't too old, probably about in his mid to late thirties, blond hair, a bit long, and a roughed up unshaven face with piercing blue eyes.

'Well well well, lookie at what we got here." The cowboy strolled up to the two. "Looks like you actually survived the drop." The man chuckled.

Sariel looked to her friend and gave him a mischievous smile. She knew the story, but he didn't tell her it was this guy on the plane. He probably didn't think it important. They had talked a long while back about the people that the ben Elohim use to cause distractions, to get their way, to obtain whatever objective, the ones with the snake like emblems, the scapegoats. This guy... he was in charge of them, the executioner. He also did a lot of side jobs. Weapon deals and trafficking, bought and sold child soldiers. Jack of all trades. John Love Cassidy was his name, and Sariel often wondered if he made it up from various past cowboys or if it really was his actual name. Either way, it was ironic that Robin had already came face with face with him so long ago now.

"No thanks to you." Robin sneered at the man.

The cowboy laughed. "No I suppose not. But I reckon your not here to even things out with me now are you kid?"

"You're the ones that's gonna deliver us to her aren't you?" Sariel spoke up. Robin simply glared at the man. His distrust for the cowboy was evident. And Sariel couldn't blame him.

"Yep, however, without a pretty red bow, shame really. Boss lady would probably appreciate it."

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Slade was listening in on his end. It seemed that Robin had an unfortunate run in, but nothing the boy couldn't handle. He watched them as they were lead towards to the stairs that would eventually lead them to the larger room on the second floor where to deal would occur. To give him the heads up he had Robin give him a signal to when he got there so he knew where exactly the stairs where since not even the entrance to the upper level was on camera.

The signal that Robin gave him however, was something he nearly wanted to smack the boy for, although he did admire his supposed creativity.

Robin had given the camera a middle finger behind his back as the two approached the stairs. Perhaps it was more of the case of lacking creativity. Regardless now his apprentice and Sariel were off camera, all he had now was communication with them via the earbuds they all where wearing. And while he could talk to the team, Robin and Sariel couldn't respond without giving them all away.

"Do you have visual yet?" Salde contacted Asif, who should be able to see something of the ongoings on the second floor.

"Not yet. They should be coming up pretty soon."

Hands clasped and were rested upon his lap, Slade sat there and look at the screens in front of him. He had multiple views, but obviously none on the second floor. Perhaps he really should send out a drone? But at the moment he didn't want to risk it. Although he doubt they would really ever notice it until it was too late.

"Is anyone in the room at all?" Slade has asked.

"Negative, not even Ms. Warchild. But there is more than one room upstairs."

"Understood." No visual on even the enemy yet. Which wasn't strange. They would probably come out of hiding when Robin and Sariel where in position. So far everything seemed to be going to plan.

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Two flights of stairs was all it was to get to the second floor. Nothing major, except the stairwell was very narrow. The top floor was very very fancy, looked something akin late 18th century design, including the paintings that littered the wall.

"This way." John Love opened the door for them, and gestured them to enter. "Now you two be good, I'll go inform the pretty lady you're ready to see her." And with that he closed the door and left.

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"I got them in my sights." Asif had informed Slade of his visual on the two as they entered the exact room they presumed the trade would go down.

"Good, keep an eye on them. I'll start getting everything ready."

"Right. I'll inform you if anyone else goes down."

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Robin glared at the door, even after the man had left.

"So that's the guy that threw you off the plane?"

"Yea, bastard really has it coming."

Sariel smirked. "Don't they all?"

Robin looked to his friend and nodded. Taking a deep breath he looked around. "This place sure is fancy. You got the Legacy?"

Sariel padded her purse. "Right here."

"Right." He sighed. "She's taking her time." Robin looked around, just being left here was a typical move, they wanted them to feel insecure in enemy territory. He wouldn't give them that satisfaction, no he would stand strong. Like he always has. But he was getting a bit impatient. Robin really didn't like to be kept waiting.

"She'll be here."

"Obviously, but she wants us to feel uncomfortable in her home."

"I doubt the bar is her home." A soft giggle emitted from the young woman.

Robin smirked at his friend. "You know what I mean."

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Aurora Warchild sat in a elegant wooden carved chair, behind a desk. There was no stack of files on it, no laptop, no mess at all. It was rather too clean to be honest, unlike her desk at home. It always cluttered and had a pile of paperwork on it, it seemed never ending. This desk seemed somewhat surreal to her.

One would think there wouldn't be much paperwork in her line of work, but they would be wrong. Especially when one was head of the organization. She sighed, just thinking of the mountain of paperwork gave her a headache.

Infact, as far as all of this was concerned, it was all just one giant headache.

The two children in the room waiting for her were most definitely more of a migraine. First it was Sariel, now it was Robin of all people. Which amused her. She kept up in the world of... well, everything. And it seemed Slade Wilson finally got the Apprentice he always wanted. She didn't blame the man, Robin was a excellent choice. However, they were now all involved with them. And as much as Aurora pried into the world, and it's various lives, the world didn't need to know so much about the ben Elohim and herself.

She looked over to Geist who silently stood there, looking out the window. He was having one of his quiet moments. Which she would give him. Whenever Sven got lost in his thoughts she gave him time. The man had an uncanny talent of being rather loud and annoying most of the time, although his voice was not entirely unwelcome. But she did enjoy these quiet moments.

There was a knock at the door. She already knew who it was. "Enter." The door opened to reveal John, the ever faithful cowboy.

"They be waiting for you Boss."

Geist looked to her. "It seems it is time, ja?"

Aurora sighed and stood up. "Apparently so." she looked to Geist. "Shall we?" The man in white only nodded. The two would go together. Not that she needed backup, oh she could handle the children herself if it ever came down to it, which knowing Sariel, it would. The two had something planned. It didn't matter however, none of them would survive tonight.

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