Young Justice - IC

[Haikufrenzy]

San Francisco, CA
3:13 pm

Drip... drip... drip...

Watching the small puddle of sweat forming on the concrete in front of him, John Garfield fumed. He had been at the same spot for almost an hour. Trying to get a backside 360 kickflip down a flight of 24 stairs. Finally he was taking a breather, collecting his thoughts, visualizing the move in his head. Finally he got off the bench, kicking the tail of the board and having it fly up into his hand. He glanced over at the camera man who without a word gave him a nod. Setting up the shot the camera guy gave him a thumbs up, “Alright Gar money shot right here...” He called out to him for encouragement. ‘Gar’ being the somedays-doesn’t-mind-sometimes-can’t-stand nickname John got from the media. Finally with a deep breath, John sprinted forward, hopping onto the board and giving it a few good kicks before taking off. Rotating in the air as the board spun under his feet. The concrete came quickly but getting his feet back on the grip tape John landed almost perfectly. Holding up his arms in jubilation as he screeched the wheels on the board to a stop. “YEAH!” The camera guy almost leapt from his spot, running over and giving John a mighty high five.

As he was finally able to cool down a bit John stopped to check his phone messages, there were a few, some magazines and media, some from his board sponsor of new designs, but one in particular which caught his attention. From the Oregon Zoo in Portland, Oregon. He pushed in some buttons and connected. “Hello sorry I missed your call.” John started taking a seat back on the same bench from before. “Oh no Mr. Garfield I completely understand... I’m just happy your organization is willing to help out.” The chipper sounding woman on the other end responded. “Hey anything for the cause, so what’s the situation anyways? My project manager was a bit vague on the details.” “Well we have a small group of pandas from China which we would like to bring back to their homeland. They’ve become a bit unruly and we have all the reason to believe they’re getting very homesick.” “Yeah that seems to be the case for a lot of these.” As the call continued the situation really began to stick out like a sore thumb. The fact was the Zoo wouldn’t be able to handle all the costs, hance why they would need John’s help. Problem is though, his charity organization wouldn’t really be able to handle the costs either even with the zoo’s help.

John contemplated options as he hung up the phone. Scratching the side of his nose looking out blank for a moment before the camera guy came up. “Hey uh Gar? These two dudes were looking for you.” “Why would you tell random people I’m here.” John asked still looking out, not so much irritated, more out of the wonder of something so profoundly stupid. “Well they... looked important I guess.” Sure enough the two older men, wearing suits which could only have been hand crafted, both approached John. “Hello, Mr. Garfield? My name is Jack Kirby and this is my associate Robert Livingfield. We represent an organization which would be interested in your services.” Immediately, having heard this little song and dance before, John got up and held out a hand. “Okay look, if this is a sponsorship deal I do want you guys to go through my agent first. Secondly I don’t just blindly join up with companies I don’t believe in. Thirdly...” “No no this has nothing to do with your outside endeavors.” Mr. Kirby immediately interrupted with. “So... what DOES this have to do with me?” “Well Mr. Garfield, we were more interested in utilizing your special abilities.” There was a very brief moment where John forgot what he was talking about. As crazy as it is John does forget he is actually someone ‘special’. The notion might be strange given the green skin and hair of his should make it a dead giveaway. But the truth is John doesn’t use his power very often. If he needs to move something he’ll turn into a gorilla or elephant, small things like that. But its not that big a deal to him or his friends. “Right... well what do you need?” “Basically, to keep a long story short. My company CADMUS is looking to dispose of some documents, chemicals. Things like that.” John held up his hands. “Safely and without any environmental dangers right?” “Oh of course of course. What kind of savages do you take us for?” Mr. Kirby immediately reassured the young man. “Basically we wanted to have some people keep an eye on the shipment. We’re worried our competition might try to steal some of the shipment and we feel it must be protected under any cost.”

John did give the proposal some thought, but it was brief before he shook his head. “Look, I don’t DO that superhero stuff. I’m just a skater who happens to have superpowers. I think we’re done here.” Just as John was about to leave though. Mr. Kirby stopped him, pulling out an envelope from one of the suit’s pockets. “You might want to reconsider before simply saying no.” Looking at the paper for a moment, morbid curiosity got the better of John before he snatched the envelope from the older man’s grasp. Opening it revealed a check, which when pulled out revealed an amount written out to John which made him have to seriously stop and make sure he wasn’t crazy. Mr. Kirby noticed this immediately. “Half now, half upon completion.” He made clear. To John this was not only more than enough to handle the shipping problems for his charity. It could make the organization so much bigger. Not to mention he could maybe get his parents to finally retire by dangling it in front of him. Now John had to seriously put some thought into it. Finally sighing before pocketing the check. “Alright fine, you got a deal.” John sounded slightly dejected, feeling a bit dirty for it all as he shook the older man’s hand. “Splendid, we’ll provide you with all the details. We plan on shipping out the convoys on Friday night.”

[Vocal]

7:27 pm
New York City, USA

Victor unplugged himself from an outlet located at the Apple store. Every month, Victor comes to a certain Apple store located in Chinatown. He has to recharge his power cells every two months or he will die. Both his human and robotic sides. He stood up from his chair and looked for the manager. He spotted him unloading some boxes from a truck outside in front. He walked to the door and opened it. Strolling out, he said to the manager, "Thanks for letting me charge up here every month for free, Ling."

In a heavy Chinese accent, the manager said, "No problem, Mr. Stone. I shall see you back here next month then?" Ling the manager noticeably struggled carrying the boxes, so Victor picked up a heavy one and said, "Lemme help you with this... And uh... Yeah! You'll see me here next month."

"Good, good," Ling murmured. "Just set it down next to the door." Victor did, and also to about five other boxes.

"So I guess I'm done here?" Victor said. Giving a wave, he walked away. When he didn't even get that far, two men in expensive looking suits confronted him, one of them saying, "We have an offer you can't refuse, Victor Stone."

Very, very startled, Victor said to the men, "How the hell do you people know my name?

"That doesn't matter right now," the other man said. "We are from the company of CADMUS and we would like for you to lend us your services. You'll be paid a rather hefty price," he said, holding up a rather impressive stack of cash.

"What do you need me to do?" Victor questioned. One of the two men replied, "It's quite simple, really. Our company is disposing some materials and transporting them to a place where they will be properly taken care of. But we are afraid that our rival company will interfere with the shipment. Here's where you come in, Mr. Stone. You will tag along the way with some others like you and will protect the shipment at any cost. You got it?"

Wanting the cash, Victor said, "I'm in."

The CADMUS men said in unison, "Swell."

[Mattmanganon]

9:42PM
==Starr City==

a Back alley, a dark figure walked down the alleyway, his footsteps echoing. he walked over to a Phonebox at the side of a large Garage-type building, a note was sellotaped to the door saying "Out of Service." he opened the door and got inside, he pressed in the number 4733627769 and the number pad flipped over to reveal a Finger scanner, he put a small device with several lights on it over the Finger Scanner "Recognized, Green Arrow!" it said. the wall opened and the figure walked inside "Right... Time for a grocery run..." he said, rubbing his hands together. he flicked a lightswitch to reveal a large wall of weapons. he walked over to it and pulled a Rocket Launcher off of the wall. "I always wanted one of these..." he smiled.

"Put the Rocket Launcher down and step away from the wall." said a voice from behind that the man knew all too well.

"Ok, you got me, Robin Hood." he said. the Green Arrow was standing at the entrance with an arrow trained on him.

"Slobo, how many times are you going to do this?" asked Green Arrow. "How many times are you going to break into my Safe Houses?"

"As many times as it takes." replied Slobo. "how'd ya find me?" he asked.

"I have my ways..." replied Green Arrow.

"Look, Arrow, let me level wit-cha, i've got a lead on something big, and i will need some of this stuff to take it down."

"And you think i'm going to trust you with enough heavy ordnance to take down a small country?" asked Arrow.

"Uuuuh, no... why'd cha think i broke in?" he asked.

"The answer is no Slobo." said Green Arrow.

"Aw, come on, You tell me i've got to be a hero, and now ya ain't lettin' me be one?" he complained.

"Fine, you want to be a hero? Inform the League on everything you have and we'll decide if it's worth looking into... and we will probably get the job done without a Rocket Launcher." scowled Green Arrow.

"Sorry, Billy Tell, no can do." replied Slobo, shaking his head.

"Why not?" asked Green Arrow.

"Cuz my sources aren't League Friendly, you'll say no." he said.

"You really aren't helping your case." replied Green Arrow.

"Look, i promise, hand on heart, i promise dat i won't kill no-one, and that these will be used solely for the purposes of good." he said. making the hand guestures. he opened his eyes to see Green Arrow not looking impressed "OH COME ON!!!" he said.

"Sorry, but i can't do that." replied Green Arrow.

"Look, why would i do summut bad? If i do, the Main Man is comin' for me?" Green Arrow let his Bow go slack as he un-notched it and put the arrow back in his Quiver. Slobo picked up the Rocket Launcher "COOL!!!" Green Arrow immediately notched the arrow again.

"Put it down!!!" He bellowed. Slobo did so, but gave Arrow a look as though to ask "So what am i supposed to do?" Green Arrow walked over to a large crate and opened it up. "In here is a load of my Broken equipment, anything you can make out of it is yours to use, but if i hear you are using it for anything other than bringing down Bad guys-"

"Yeah, i know, The Space-Hawg ridin' monkey's gonna be on my tail, along with The League." replied Slobo. Green Arrow's Computer started to beep, he walked over and saw a profile for Captain Boomerang.

"Damn..." he muttered, he walked over to the weapons wall and pressed a few buttons on a pannel. "You touch anything you aren't supposed to, and i'll know." said Arrow, walking out. "Lock up when you're done."

[anime0013]

Rockville, Maryland
10:02 PM

"Mmm, man I love juniper berries. More still, I can't believe I found a store that sells them." He stated just before his excitement quickly fading, leading into a deep depressing sigh. Hal Zatara set out for the Justice League hours ago, anytime of which he could have arrived there within a moment just by uttering a small phrase. But he just couldn't seem to do it. It wasn't like he usually is, putting off things to a later date. Or even that of his becoming distracted. But rather he was nervous about something or someone.

"OOh! Sweet rolls!" he exclaimed while eying the bakery across the street. 'I bet they taste wonderful.' he thought to himself. 'If only I had the money.... or, I could probably steal one easily. Just a small spell, no. I don't need to do that. I'm better than that. I'm joining the Justice League and I need to act as such.'

"...Sir."

'Yes, the Justice League. Where the likes of Batman and Superman are joined in the fight against evil. Shutting down crime for the safety of this fair city and glorious planet. Whi-'

"I say sir!" a hand reaching for Hal's shoulder, startling him and dragging him out of his train of thought. "I'm sorry, sir, for startling you," the man the hand belonged to was well dressed. So much so, that his appearance unnerved Hal a little. But the man wasn't alone. There was another well dressed man standing not too far from the first. Identical in looks minus the skin color. "but I am recruiting persons such as yourself to help as a small security backup."

"No thanks," Immediately realizing that the "small security backup" is more than it is set out to be. "I'm not trying to be rude, but I'm fifteen. My job just ended and I'm expected at home before it gets too late."

"But we are more than willing to pay you a great deal for your work. I'm sure your father Zachary Zatara, who is currently residing in Japan, won't expect you too soon. It is after all, only just past noon."

With this Hal figured there was no way to say no. They stabbed through his lie. They knew who he was, which was probably obvious when he mentioned "persons such as yourself" and the fact that two men in suits are talking to a young kid. There was nothing he could do but accept. "Fine, what is it that you want me to do?"

[NikkiNoNo]

Washington, District of Columbia
11:30 PM

Diana Prince, an amazonian princess of Paradise Island located in the Bermuda Triangle, looked at the automobiles that zoomed passed her on the black concrete. She had learned about these things from her mother. They were just as she said. Loud, polluting transportation devices that took humans from place to place.

"How very interesting. The humans of today are very developed."

"Hey, excuse me." said a voice behind Diana.

"Yes?" Diana said turning to the woman with another two females. They had cameras in their hands.

"Can we take a picture with you dear? You're clothing is very patriotic."

"Oh, well, yes. You may." Diana smiled politely to the women and one of the females took the picture.

"Oh thank you."

"No problem." Diana smiled and gave a little wave before rubbing her eyes."Ow, that really hurt." The Island Princess never expierenced something that bright before.

Diana blinked and continued to walk down the side walk.

As she started to walk the two men who had been watching her every move, started to follow.

Wonder Woman just happily walked until she got to the Washington Park, where she entered and happily took a late night stroll.

The men, shrouded in black, continued to follow, allowing there to be some distance. They saw her turn a corner and hurried after her. But when they made it she was gone. the two men looked at each other in confusion when suddenly they felt a rope go around them. They yelped as it tightened and they were thrown off their feet and tied down. Standing over them was the woman they were following.

"Who are you and why have you've been following me?" She hoisted them up, her strength inhuman as she was only 18 yet she could lift these men up without any struggle.

With the lasso around them they couldn't help but tell the truth. "We are agents from an organization called CADMUS. We were following you so we could speak to you about joining."

"And why would I want to join?" Diana said, her icy blue eyes piercing into the men.

"We have money, a lot of money. Money people would die for." said the other.

Diana shook her head. "I do not care for human materials."

"Than do you care for the people?"

Diana's gaze softened and she let them down, taking off the rope.

"Yes. Above anything, I care for mother earth's creatures."

The men nodded. "Than you'd want to come with us Ms. Diana Prince."

"How do you know my name?"

"We will explain that in the car on our way to Head Quarters."

They began to move but Diana did not budge. "If you are lying to me, you will not like the outcome of things."

"Of course Ms. Prince. We do not want to hurt you. You are one of the many keys to this...mission."

Diana thought for a moment, listening to her judgement. They were telling the truth. and she was sure if they tried anything she could stop them.

"Fine. Lets go."

The men nodded and led her to a sleek black car.

Diana entered and soon they were off.

[MysT3CH]

12:06 am
Gotham City, USA


Kneeling upon a corner ledge, Timothy Drake looked on at police commissioner Gordon. His back facing away from the GCPD roof, upon which he had just landed. Unaware of the fact the Drake had landed behind him, Gordon continued to pace in circles back and forth, occasionally glancing up at the large spotlight he had to burn the symbol of a bat high into Gotham's night sky. Clearing his throat in a firm yet inviting manor, Tim let a sly smirk line his lips as he watched the commissioner flinch viciously and snap his head up as to look in his general direction. After taking a moment to recompose himself and adjust his glasses, James Gordon finally spoke.

"Why must you heroes always do that?" The question was clearly a rhetorical remark. Drake however, wasted no time in getting straight to the point.

"What's this about commissioner?" Tim tried his best to hide the hint of annoyance in his voice. While it was by no means the commissioner's fault, Tim was admittedly in a bad mood. A fact which meant his patience had already been worn thin. Gordon seemed to stiffen up.

"This." He held up a sealed manila envelope. "I found it on my desk attached to a written note. Instructions, if you will. Telling me to ensure that you and only you receive the envelope." He paused, taking a moment to step forward and extend the hand holding the envelope, offering it to Tim briefly as he continued. "I don't know what's going on, but the last thing the GCPD needs is to become a the bat family's paper boy." Ignoring Gordan's final remark, Tim quickly broke the envelope's seal, maintaining the same calm yet authoritative haste as he pulled a single sheet of paper from between the folds. As he studied it he began to frown, immediately recognizing it as a shipping manifold. He noted it was stamped with friday's date. However, that was not what bothered him the most. Without lifting his eyes from the orange and yellow of Project CADMUS' logo, Tim stepped down from the ledge he had perched on and moved to stand just before the commissioner.

"Do you have the note?" With only a nod, Gordon quickly reached into his brown over-coat and pulled free a slightly crumpled written note. After scanning it, Robin had become entirely sure. The manifold was indeed meant to be much more. An invitation. Someone at CADMUS had wanted his attention, someone who was familiar with how the young detective worked. As Tim continued to think on this, commissioner Gordon had once again begun to speak. Unaware the his words were falling upon deaf ears and he walked towards the signal, clearly intent on deactivating it as he made his way back across the roof. It wasn't long before Tim had noticed that his back was turned, and utilizing his skill in stealth, stepped backwards of the the building's edge. Silently deploying a grappling hook as he headed back to the cave. Leaving Gordon, how had only now just turned intending to once again face the young hero, to glance side to side across the roof. Realizing what had happened, he simply sighed and quickly strutted away.

[Haikufrenzy]

Just outside Washington DC
10:14 pm

Being the first to arrive to the location, the small group of trucks, around three or so. Were all still in the middle of putting in their crates. There was a hefty load of them. Some wooden, a few cardboard, one though being metal. Since he didn’t really have much to do at the moment John Garfield took a seat on the metal container. Dangling his legs off the edge as he glanced down at his smart phone. He was bored, annoyed, and already having second thoughts about being here. As he checked his text messages one of the drivers shooed him off the crate. “So...” John started following the driver out of boredom. Glancing over the decently sized crate. “Whats in it?” “That’s classified information kid...” the driver’s gravely voice non-chalently replied with not even looking the green kid’s way. “Well I should know considering I’m ‘protecting’ it.” John mentioned giving air quotes. The driver began to ignore him from then on which Gar quickly picked up on. Sighing and glancing down at the walkie talkie they had given him earlier. Apparently they were going to be in different trucks. Three in one at the back, two in the middle, and the front one was for decoy. Yeah, by the sound of things they had gotten some other young superheroes to sucker bring into this mission. Even as Gar had brought along his Doom Patrol gear of the white and purple suit, he still hated the idea of it all. Sure there HAD to be a girl amongst the group that was going to be in spandex... and is hopefully fine. Still doesn’t change the fact that its beginning to feel like he’ll never be able to escape this whole superhero thing... it must be the green skin....

[NikkiNoNo]

Outside of Washington DC
12:34 AM

Diana listened silently as the men spoke. She sould look outside, but she couldn't see anything, the wondows had a black film blocking her sight.

It's as if they want to hide the way to get to the location.

But it couldn't be dangerous. All she had to do was take care of some crates?

Easy.

And on top of that she would have others to help her. That would be delightful to meet more people like her.

After 20 minutes, she made sure to count, the car stopped. Stepping out the car, she saw machines that would give off this beeping. Her eyebrow went up, she had never seen anything like this before on her island.

Another man came up to them, greeting Diana and saying that a man named John Garfield was here.

could they be another hero?

"Thank you. Ms. Prince, it seems that we are not the first to arrive. Please come with us."

As they walked Wonder Woman searched for every exit and entrance. She also examined the men with crates. What was inside though she did know, she wasn't gifted with X-ray vision. And she couldn't try smelling for it since there were other scents blocking.

As they neared Diana looked at a male with green skin. Her mother never told her about these type of humans. How interesting.

"Diana this is John Garfield. John Garfield this is Diana Prince. She will be working with you along with some others for this mission. Please relax and talk before the others get here." The men left leaving Diana with John.

"Hello." The princess smiled sweetly to the green boy. He looked around her age. "Your skin is very unique. May I ask who you are?"

My mother had never mentioned his race when I was studying about American people.


Diana is a very beautiful woman. She had long, thick, wavy black hair and icy blue eyes that when smiling were like warm waters. Her facial stricture was beautiful, high cheekbones, a fine chin and jawline. And her body was vivacious. She wasn't a skinny twig or flat bored, she had curves and everything a woman should have.

[Mattmanganon]

12:24 AM
==Outside Washington D.C.==

Slobo was stood atop a small hill, right near to the depot where the Trucks were being loaded. he watched the Sidekicks arriving through his Binoculars "Hmm... This may be a little tougher than i thought." he said. he drew a crossbow he had fashioned from Green Arrows recycled parts and, after a few quick calculations, shot a Tracer Arrow in a verticle arc that would land it right ontop of the lead truck. he then took out a small computer that would tell him exactly where the arrow was, and by extention, the Truck. he smiled as he jumped onto a Hog he had "borrowed" from a police impound car-park.



He revved the engine before speeding away, he had been right near to a main road, so anyone hearing him would just assume that it was a lone biker traversing the roads of America. as he sped along, he got out the tracking device and checked it regularly to see when it had gotten moving, he would be setting up an ambush at the perfect point along their route.

[MysT3CH]

12:26 am
Outside of Washington D.C.

Disguised as a member of the CADMUS crew, Timothy idly move back and forth with the traffic of busy bodies, a forward facing CADMUS strap-back hat drawn over his eyes as to mostly hide his face. In silence he watched the group, noting how they seemed particularly concerned about a single metal case. A case upon which Drake, after volunteering himself to aid in the effort to load it onto a truck, had placed a tracker upon. At first, Tim had deemed that there was nothing specifically out of place. However, his original suspicions were confirmed when he spotted a familiar, yet unusual face. John Garfield, a green shapeshifter who was best known by the alias "beast boy". Although they had never met, Tim had watched Batman several times over review his file back at the cave. Curious as to the level of his involvement, Tim moved himself towards a small yet heavy wooden crate. Heaving it up off of the ground, he then continued to slowly carry it towards one of the trucks, taking care to pass by Garfield and eavesdrop on his conversation with a driver as he did.

Quickly realizing that it held no real merit, and that Garfield was as much, if not more so in the dark about what was happening than him. Timothy simply sighed and tossed the crate onto the first of the trucks without a care. Immediately, one of the other men began to complain, whining about the fragility of their cargo as Tim moved away. The teen knew however that superfluous were his complaints. He thought it obvious that that truck was meant as a mere decoy, thus fought back the desire the desire to tell the man to "get a brain." Pulling the blank shipping manifold from the previous night free from a pant pocket, Drake then continued to pretend to be checking over the inventory, attempting to waste time as he awaited their departure. It was then that he saw her.

Immediately intrigued, Timothy watched covertly as a young woman exited a car that had only just arrived at the scene. Watched as she scanned over the area with what he thought were remarkably blue and beautiful eyes. Her black hair and full figured physique only further fueling the feeling of lust that had washed over him as she further examined her surroundings. Eventually resting her gaze upon Garfield, to whom she began to speak. Wistfully, Timothy pulled his gaze away, then went back to helping the men of CADMUS work. Though he wasn't yet sure of what, or who she was, there was no doubt in Tim's mind that she too was a Meta-human. This made Tim frown. For he knew that if CADMUS was willing to bring in this class of muscle for help, it meant that there was definitely something much grander going on. Lost in his thought, Tim was oblivious to the faint 'clang' the truck he was loading made as a single arrow pierced it's hull.