Bluebird stood off to the side of the group, cell phone in one hand, lit cigarette in the other. Taking a long drag, and pausing to exhale a thick cloud of white smoke into the air, she glanced down at the screen. Cycling through her contacts, she found the one she was looking for. 

	Lawrence Zhang, owner of 'Burlington Guns and Outfitting'. She hit the name, collected her thoughts, and began typing. "L, it's GR. Remember that thug I sorted out a couple years ago? I need to call in that favor, and quickly. I'm in Metropolis. I'm sure you've seen the news. I need a shipment of your best, the bigger the better. Send it to 743, 2nd Ave. Williamsport. 17701. Overnight shipping if possible. Text to confirm."

	With that, she tucked her phone away, and took another puff from her cigarette. All Xiu could really do was hope Vermont hadn't already been hit by Brainiac's forces. Letting out a sigh, she stared at the ground and thought. This attack wasn't without its losses, but the rescues were successful, and a blow was stricken. Still, it didn't seem like one facility and a few civilians would slow Braniac down at all. With any luck, the League had a plan for something bigger.

	She took one last drag, before tossing the butt on the ground, and stamping it out. Breathing out again, and glancing over her shoulder, she saw Static. Now was as good a time as any, to learn more about her allies.

	"Hey hotshot. That was some good teamwork back there", she said, walking over to him, "Where did you come up with that crowd-control trick? Locking all those drones to the ground made my job a lot easier."