"We're too pretty to die and Bats is going to have a conniption when he finds out you stole his look and are running around killing people." Mammoth answered. Slowly cracking his neck as he approached the Death Stroke wannabe. The figure merely holstered the rifle on his back and began to pace back and forth. His head never leaving Mammoth's form.

"What's that supposed to do? I've been more intimidated by Beast Boy after a chili cook-off." Mammoth spoke as he eyed the pacing man.

"The pacing? Nothing." Jason responded as he shifted his distorted voice. "Just warming up for play time kid."

"What the hell. X?!" Mammoth called.

"Once." the figure espoused as his voice distorted again. "I preferred the name I picked after I put eight heads in a duffle bag and burned Gotham's criminal empires to the ground." His voice now exactly like his Red Hood growl.

Mammoth blanched as he took a step back. He remembers the last time Hood "worked" with the Titans. Five unnecessarily large explosions, a crashed private jet, and two collapsed underground facilities later, the Titans had decimated HIVE's ranks. But they had looked pissed at the man who had set HIVE back five years. It seemed the emotion was shared by the red helmeted man, as he stood there arms crossed, glaring at Nightwing. Mammoth hadn't thought anything of it at the time. Too focused on breathing and coming down from the panic of almost being crushed by a mountain. He thought Jinx's reasoning for defecting a few weeks later probably originated from that traumatic experience.

The voice returned to its cold and deep indifferent tone. "That was the distraction."

Knight surged forward, at a speed that belied his armored physique. His knife held in a reverse grip in his right hand. He cut Mammoth's right side as he sprinted toward Gizmo on the platform.

"Giz incoming!" Mammoth shouted as he clutched his side.

"Get away!" Gizmo screamed as his forward right talon swung, catching the figure in the chest as they attempted a downward strike at his collar. Jason flew back towards Mammoth again, only to be punched in midair by the black and gold goliath. Redirecting him through one of the windows on the platform and into what appeared to be an office space. Rolling backwards over his shoulders until slamming into the wall.

"Ow."

Jason staggered back to his feet. His back aching, but not nearly as bad as Bane had hit him before. His armor doing its job and absorbing most of the impact. His rifle was done though, barrel bent and scope obviously cracked and crushed. He discarded the weapon and did a quick visual check on his armor. It was still in perfect shape. Deciding now would be a good time to test Waller's upgrade, He activated an icon on his HUD with a semi transparent figure on it. His armor fading away around him as the stealth function was activated.

The module had been developing for a few years now. Meant to interface with basic fatigues and Kevlar. It would charge the light particles around a subject and refract them away from the individual. The result was an invisible soldier that could better infiltrate positions and complete objectives. The problem was the faster the subject moved, the more visible they became as the module struggled to keep up. Jason didn't need the module to do anything but give the meta pause. He extended both his arm blades to half length and shifted his neck side to side. Cracking his neck.

Mammoth slowly approached the smashed window. Weary of the soldier leaping out at him. He doubted that would happen though. Hood was as human as Nightwing, and Mammoth had hit him hard enough to dent steel. As he peered through the window, he noticed that there was a trail of smashed desks and overturned chairs. But no armored figure to be seen.

"Giz! I think he's gone! Probably to…" Mammoth was interrupted as he felt two cold, sharp blades stab into his abdomen. A fuzzy patch of air materializing into the aforementioned being.

Mammoth moved without thinking. The pain driving him to remove the blades as quickly as possible. He grabbed Jason's left arm and pulled. Retracting the blades from his abdomen and throwing the agent away from him. Jason tumbled with the throw and used a blade to right himself. Landing in a three point pose with his left arm ready to launch forward. He quickly pushed off his back foot and charged Mammoth again. Intent on not giving the man any time to breathe.

Mammoth saw the man coming at him and tried to ready himself. Throwing a right hook as the agent entered his personal space. Knight dropped to his knees in a slide like a rockstar on stage. Tiny sparks emitting from his armored knees and shins. He quickly jabbed into the calf of the big man's right leg. Sending the man forward in a tumble. Jason rose from his slide and pivoted on his left leg. His right arm prepped for a right hook that would pierce his opponent's neck. Mammoth had completed his less than graceful roll and, noticing the impending doom, kicked out with his left leg. It caught Jason dead center and sent him flying again. This time he landed near the landing pad.

Scrambling back to his feet, he decided mammoth was down for the moment and Gizmo needed to be stopped. He climbed the ramp to the pad again, and was met by a frantic Gizmo trying to build another tech pad.

"Give me the elements and you'll get to live." Jason ground out, left blade fully extending and unholstering his right pistol as that blade retracted.

"Like I trust that! Vader wannabe!" Gizmo shouted as his talons engaged.

A right talon lashing out in a slash that Jason simply leaned back from. Firing his pistol in an effort to hit the small hanging man between his attacks. Gizmo's back right talon grazed along the ground in an attempt to trip up the agent. Jason rolled over it and returned to his feet. Firing two quick shots that reflected off a quickly repositioned talon. He then decided that he needed to get rid of the talons in order to both slow the man down and get a clear shot.

He reholstered his pistol and charged his right gauntlet quickly. Transferring the building red glow from Mammoth's punch. He sidestepped the next talon that attempted to pin him into the ground and shot out with a right hook. Forming a small red explosion of energy and shattering the talon. Gizmo lost his balance and tried to use this shift to stab into the exposed neckline of his assailant. Jason rolled his body underneath this attack and swung his left arm around, like the hand of a clock going counterclockwise. He was rewarded with the sound of metal slicing through metal. Gizmo's remaining right talon sliced midway between its first joint and his backpack.

Gizmo continued his fall to the ground and landed in a small heap. Quickly righting himself, he attempted one final jab. His top left talon striking out from over his shoulder and aiming for his attacker's side. The attack would reflect off the man's armor and be quickly grabbed and smashed in another explosion of red energy.

"Give me the elements!" Knight growled out, his blade held to the genius's neck.

"Not today, soldier boy!" Gizmo responded, seemingly more confident in his situation. Jason found out a second later why, when a crate impacted with his right side and sent him hurtling over the side of the pad. Only managing to grab the webbing to keep from going over.

"Red Crown, a heads up would be nice!" Jason invoked angrily.

"Agent knight-01, the men from the earlier distraction have been taking out the drones. Drone 3 has just arrived on site." Waller responded.

"Good to know, have it alert me of any other flying objects! Agent knight-01 out!" Jason shot back as he clambered back onto the pad. Mammoth had limped over and was watching him as Gizmo fiddled with his almost assembled pad. His left arm held over his stomach as blood poured out. A call of "Stop right there!" Echoed over the pad. As Tula managed an unsteady jog forward. Mammoth and Gizmo had turned to look, visibly relaxing as the Titan made her way toward them.

Before she could even make it to the ramp though, Mammoth had his gaze torn from the approaching girl as fire lit up his left shoulder. His eyes finding a blade completely through his shoulder and its partner sparkling in the sunlight. A new weight on his chest as Knight had used the distraction to perch himself on Mammoth's large torso, using his blade as a handhold. Mammoth starred into the lifeless void as Jason's left arm cut across his body and chopped the giant's head from his body. The world erupting into a shower of red and high pitched, terrified screaming.

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Tula awoke from her impromptu nap to discover two blobs in front of her. They were evidently speaking but the words seemed jumbled. Words of "concussion" and "flying" rattled around her head. Eventually everything solidified, the blobs turning into Vicki and Dale. Vicki was eyeing her slowly, looking for other injuries and the severity of her concussion. Dale was behind her, asking about ways to help while shooting furtive glances at the doorway. It was at this point Tula's eyes tracked Dale's and saw the body laid out on the ground.

"What happened?" She asked as she took in the dead man.

"You got knocked the fuck out." Dale answered in a half-crazed laugh. Not believing the scale of the violence he had witnessed.

He'd been in warzones, gang wars, and hostage situations his entire reporting career. Only once had he seen a man move and respond like Knight had. Death Stroke was the best for a reason, and Dale never wanted to be near his target ever again. The first time was enough. With all the shooting and explosions. But the worst part was the mechanical nature of Slade's combat style. Men died in horrific and gory ways, yet the man merely wiped his blades or reloaded his weapons as he proceeded to the next fight like it was an average Tuesday. Knight was more "flashy" for lack of a better word. His moves were unrepentantly brutal and efficient from what little he had seen. But the underlying tone was one-hundred percent Death Stroke.

"Gizmo took the elements and ran out of the room. A few seconds later Knight had arrived and observed you on the ground. He was communicating with someone called "Red Crown". He said he would attempt to stop them from escaping and lined up on the door. Seconds later…. well, you can see." Vicki outlined for the heroine.

"I have to stop them." Tula said as he rose to her feet. Swaying slightly as she navigated her way toward the door.

She was a Titan! They stopped the killing and showed the world a better way as Nightwing had explained in training. She was always working to prevent death. Whether that be blocking bullets fired at police officers or saving the same criminals from the officer's rounds. Everyone deserves a second chance to be better.

She couldn't allow this attack to claim more lives. So far only the attackers had been killed and that was already too much. She was determined to ensure no one else fell. "Wait! You're in no…" the voice faded out as Tula focused on the task at hand. Stumbling over the bodies in the hall and trying to not get blood on her boots. She half collapsed against the wall as she continued on. A massive headache racking her brain and the world swimming.

"Here take these." Vicki Vale said as she held out two pills. Her and Dale had doubled back, looking for a medical kit. They found one half up the opposite hall and pulled out an individual case of ibuprofen. They then turned and ran after the concussed Titan.

"They'll take most of the edge off. But if you're going to do this, you need to stick to ranged attacks. I don't know how bad the concussion is but I know a migraine when I see one, and that is a bad sign." Vicki said as she led the heroine forward.

"I'll be fine. It takes a few minutes to get back on my feet after a hit like that." Tula said as they advanced.

The group eventually made it to the door outside. Peaking out, that saw what had to be Mammoth throw a crate at the landing pad. Blood pouring from cuts in his stomach and a trail running down his mouth.

"Damn." A whisper escaped from Dale.

"Stay here, I'll stop them. Then we can finish up this mission and head out." Tula said. Almost as if assuring herself. She staggered out in a half jog as she approached the landing pad. Yelling to get the group's attention. Both villains turned to her, a look she'd never seen in their eyes. Hope and the assurance of safety.

A black blur sped from the edge of her vision as Knight climbed Mammoth's torso. His feet placed on the giant's left knee and right thigh for support, as his right arm blade stuck through the man's left shoulder and left arm blade held aloft across his body. Faster than she could track, Knight's left arm cut across his body. A geyser of blood erupting from Mammoth's neck as his head rolled down the ramp toward Tula. A look of surprise on his face.

"No!" Tula shouted as she drew upon the melted snow and ice around her and threw it as a wave at Agent Knight. Who was approaching Gizmo, blade out. The wave threw him off the platform and into the side of a shipping container stored on the rig. Freezing him like the men earlier against the metal.

"Baran! What… how! Baran!" Gizmo called out to his friend. Beginning his panic attack as tears streamed from his eyes.

"Gizmo, hand me the elements." Tula tried gently as she approached the sobbing man. Gizmo looked up, not seeing her. "It's ok. Hand me the elements and let's get you inside." She tried again. Her training taking over and trying to comfort the victim.

"I…. I" Gizmo staggered out, his eyes shifting wildly. He eventually smashed his hand against his chest, ejecting the remains of his talons and activating his jet pack. Gizmo took off into the air, toward the south.

A loud cracking noise was heard over to her left. Agent Knight had slammed his gauntlet against the metal container and broke his right side free in an explosion of red. Quickly slamming his fist against the center of his body and freeing himself, he rolled forward. Scrambling toward the nearest dead body and sliding his foot underneath the discarded rifle. Kicking it upwards into his awaiting arms, he took aim and fired. The bullets meeting a wall of water before they had cleared the rig. He turned his head right, rifle still held ready to fire. He was met by the same steady stare directed back at him. Deciding the mission was already as good as over, one attacker escaping with an objective and he without any clear way to pursue. He threw the rifle down and turned to walk up to the pad. Tula watching him the whole time as he made his way up to her and past her.

He watched as the last hover skiff sped over to the landing Gizmo. Picking up survivors as it went, and eventually heading toward the sea. A craft emerging from the icy depths to collect its prize, red painted upon its side. "Congratulations you're a hero." Jason spoke with disdain as he turned and headed back to the rig. "Red Crown, elements lost. Requesting immediate extraction."

"We saw it from here Agent Knight-01. Prepare for dust-off in three hours." Waller responded.

Tula just stood on the pad. Looking out to the retreating men. Knowing she had saved one life, but wondering how many would have to pay.