Rick whipped around as he heard the zeta tube acknowledge someone activating it. “Hello there.” Monroe waved to the new comer, almost immediately recognizing the black haired boy’s face as one he’d seen on various reports, as well as television.”You’re that new sorcerer dude from Opal.” Rick said, shaking a finger at the guy. Then the zeta beam went off again, and someone else stepped inside the cave. Rick looked the guy over, and he couldn’t place the face for the life of him. Rick was still trying to figure out who the dude was when the zeta beam went off yet again.”How many people did we invite to this little house warming party-“Rick said as he turned to the zeta beam, stopping himself as he saw who stepped in.”Why hello there, miss...Crap. That’s three people I don’t know. It’s some kind of record. Or are all three of you new to this? Did the League give us a bunch of greens? Gahhh. We’re gonna die on our first mission, aren’t we?”

 Rick’s rambling was silenced by a very excited little heroine behind him. Monroe nearly jumped out of his skin as she introduced herself to them all. Before she could get off on a spree, a familiar voice cut it. There was Batman, having appeared out of no where as he usually did. Rick wished he could do that without using his powers. It’d be bloody awesome. Rick listened to the rather short mission briefing; only partially listening. This couldn’t be anything more than some recon mission or something. It wasn’t like they would be fighting a werewolf or something. Rick snapped back into reality as Tori yelled something and was gone in a flash (pun intended).”What? Oh, we’re leaving?” A moment later, Rick was invisible. Then clothes started to appear on the floor, and a few minutes later Rick was standing there in his costume. Ghost picked up his belongings, stuffed them in his backpack, slapped the backpack back on, and raced off after everyone else to the jet. 

Ghost jumped inside and found a nearby empty seat, and strapped himself in.”So, who’s flying this rust bucket?” Rick said, kicking his feet up on the seat in front of him.