The original Ditto as well as Ditto3 were in their quarters, slightly bigger than most of the other's save for Fenrir, room for three in case Ditto needed to do some Carggite related stuff and separate. After an intense game of paper/rock/scissors for the last piece of BBQ chicken Ditto2 forgot, an eerie silence had swept through the HQ, as if somebody had opened the emergency exit tunnel leading about a block out from the abandoned Queen Industries building above the base. After their telepathic-like link had let them in on Booster being the slightest bit hateful, a shot from a high powered rifle rang through the otherside of the base. Since Ditto1 is the 'prime' Ditto he feels the other's pain when it is something severe. He clinched his own left arm in pain for a few moments before the shock wore off.

"There's an intruder in the base..." Ditto1 said, "..and our brother's been hurt..." he continued as the two ran out of their room just behind Orbit and Hellfire.

[b]Across the HQ, in the Monitor Room...[/b]

Booster Gold took cover behind a tossed over table and chairs along with Ditto2 before the wolfman came to their side.

"What do I do!" he growled angrily, as much to Ditto2 as to himself.

"Booster's leg still has the bullet in it and he's bleeding out, I think I've just got a flesh wound. We need to get to the infirmary. The other Ditto's are on their way along with Hellfire and Orbit...." Ditto2 began before Booster cut him off.

"This doesn't involve them..." he muttered through the pain, "THIS DOESN'T INVOLVE THEM!" he then screamed at Deathstroke, or rather the person who would dress as him. 

"They all HAD to die. You HAVE to die. Only the big threats left after you Michael, Superman, Wonder Woman, and that kid that turns into Shazam. That's why I brought this blade forged by the original Doctor Fate himself...." the man that would be Deathstroke spoke out as he readied an automatic sub-machine gun, a little loud with his voice but not a regular tone unless on the other side of a room. 

"WE KNOW YOU'RE NOT SLADE WILSON! YOUR AIM SUCKS!" screamed Ditto1 as he and the others exited a nearby corridor, "Where in the three suns is that Patriot guy when you need him?" he spoke under his breath. 

Ditto2 began to answer Fenrir's question, but the big beast wasn't listening. His attention was completely focused on the black and orange armoured figure that had strutted into view. The wolfman could feel his rage building, bubbling to the surface. Again his pack had been attacked, this time by a fool who dared enter their home. It would be a mistake that the interloper wouldn't repeat. With a bloodcurling howl Fenrir dashed across the room right at Deathstroke, meaning to tear the mercenary's throat out and put a decisive end to this fight before it even got a chance to begin. But the enemy was locked and loaded with the automatic gun in one hand firing three second bursts making his way towards the center of the monitor room high above in the rafters and lighting fixtures to keep distance between himself and the beast. He pulled the enchanted blade on the off-chance the wolfman followed him to the area high above the rest of the inner hub of the HQ. 

~KL~/BlackSam