Taking a breather, Static couldn't help but overhear Superbeast and Marvel celebrating. Static would have joined them normally, but something was eating at him.

Sure, on [i]their[/i] end of things, the mission went well, but that wasn't right. They'd been the distraction, hadn't they? Yet it was Flash's team that had the most casualties and resistance. But maybe that was just how things were with the League? This was Virgil's first mission afte-

[i]"Hey hotshot. That was some good teamwork back there."[/i]

"Huh? Oh, hey," Static responded. A smile coming to his face at her compliments, Virgil was reaffirmed that he didn't do too bad.

"Oh, you mean that little thing?" Snapping his fingers, discharging a bit of electricity, Static recalled, "Well, the name is 'Static'. Heck, when I first got my powers I woke up with a bunch of metal junk stickin' to me. There were a lot of those zombies, so my normal go-to might have been to chuck a car at them or something else heavy, but there wasn't one on hand and I had backup, so it just came to me. I still need to figure out how much juice it takes to zap one of them though: normally I keep it about taser level..."

Slowing down, Static asked, "Hey, was it me, or did you stop firing for a minute back there? You run out of ammo?"