FIC: "Necessary Force" Part 3 (JLA) (1st half)
Hi all!
Firstly, sorry for taking a bit longer to post this part of the Epic! I encountered more a few frustrating problems with posting this week. (ILJ keeps freezing on me and stalling, and I can't even scroll down properly! gah! Anyone else run into this?) Please forgive the formatting and spacing problems. Thank you for your patience, kind friends!
Secondly, I've decided to divide Part 3 here into two bits, as it was a bit ... unwieldy in terms of its length. (actually LJ wouldn't even let it post as it was too large an entry! Huh.) There's rather a bit of dialogue infusing this particular part too, but it's 'necessary' for the plot-building! (and I have a lot of fun with writing talking! Go figure!) Please bear with me.
Thirdly, thanks to all of your good wishes about my venting on my little problem last week. I feel guilty for doing so, but I'm happy to report (as a follow-up) that I received this truly wondrous gift of a reprieve, as a kind almost-stranger (an angel!) gave me a safe place to park one of the cars for a while while longer. (It was absolutely miraculous, I tell you! I was stunned speechless when she made this offer, right at the height of my distress.)
So, enough chatter from me, and on with the story! I hope you enjoy. :-)
Pax :-)
JLA "Necessary Force" Part 3: "Stratagem" (A):
(my title thingy just would not work today, sorry! The story's under the "JLA" cut.)
JLA
“Necessary Force”
By Paxwolf
Note: Please see all disclaimers, warnings, notes, and acknowledgements at the front of Necessary Force Part One: "In Terrorem". Thank you!
Part III:
“Stratagem”
Eight of the most powerful people on Earth sat tensely around the shield-embossed round table, watching the huge screen that dominated the far wall. One minute earlier, their current problem had suddenly escalated into a full-scale global crisis.
“So, that crazy corkscrew thingamajig was just a decoy all along,” Flash muttered disgustedly. “The JLA was nearly completely taken out by a stupid … diversion.” He said the word as if it tasted quite sour in his mouth.
“If it makes you feel any better, Flash, it is likely that the assaults were primarily designed to test our abilities and response time rather than inflict actual damage.”
“Considering that we were pretty much creamed,” Wally replied with an uncharacteristic angry hiss, “not really, Diana.”
“Let’s recoup,” Superman broke in at Wonder Woman’s affronted look, silencing the increasing grumbles and mutters. The stress was getting to even them. “While we were otherwise engaged …”
“I did try to alert you guys,” Plastic Man grouched, casually twisting his elastic limbs into an overlarge JLA communicator device. “I couldn’t seem to get through on any of our multi-billion, foolproof, masterminded NASA/Martian/Kryptonian/Thanagarian hightechy-like frequenci …”
“Not only were our communications unexpectedly scrambled,” Superman continued, shooting a glance at O’Brian, “a so-called ‘Mantle-Drill’ appeared in two sites at times nearly in conjunction, one in Saskatchewan, and the other in Hokkaido, causing us to be significantly occupied to the point we were unable to respond to the third assault in the Yucatan Peninsula directly after. Unfortunately, that last one did succeed in causing massive earthquake damage, and additionally, spurred unexpected volcanic and seismic activity along its coast.” He paused, swallowing, and everyone knew he was leaving out the details of the horrific devastation and loss of life. They had seen enough on the viewscreen to realize just how extensive it had been. “And there’s more, I’m afraid.”
Everyone exchanged looks of foreboding and dread.
“More?” squeaked Plas, huge red earmuffs forming around his head. “No, no, don't wanna hear it, nope! Can't make me!"
“Oh, man,” Kyle said dully, his chin dropping into his hands. "What is this, 'Dump On The League Day'?”
"Lay it on us, Big Guy," Flash said, bracing his hands against the table.
Superman shot a look at Batman and then schooled his features into an expression of calm strength. “Minutes ago, Oracle informed us of the sudden simultaneous attacks on seven UN-affiliated embassies in Madrid, Beijing, Bombay, Moscow, Bangkok, Nairobi, and Budapest. Subsequently, several high-profile ambassadors have been abducted, presumably by cohorts or followers of Ayestrom’s organization.”
Several Leaguers looked shocked at the news, and then anger grew in the room like a thunderstorm.
“Why would he DO that?”
“He already has the world’s ears!”
“Why them?”
“Wasn’t anybody doing security for those guys?”
“It’s bad enough that this creep abducted those kids …”
“Just how many lackeys does this creep got, anyways? The sheer manpower to have carried off an operation of this size ...”
“Enough, everyone, please!” The group settled into silence at Superman’s tone. “We all have questions. Let’s concentrate on finding answers … calmly.”
“But …”
“That brings the total number of known hostages to eighty-three,” Batman quickly calculated as he called up more data from his tabletop data screen, gloved fingers typing at a blur.
“But it doesn’t make sense! Why did he kidnap that little field trip if he were really after more important prey all along?” Kyle puzzled aloud.
“More important, Green Lantern?” Aquaman demanded, half rising from his seat.
“Uh, not that diplomats are any better or more, um, than, uh, schoolk-“
“Perhaps the children were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Diana speculated, saving Kyle from his latest outbreak of foot-in-mouth disease. He shot her a grateful look.
“An opportunity seized?” Superman considered, tilting his head. “The kidnapping, and the nature in which it occurred, caught the immediate attention of the media and the public, particularly the American public. What better way to command attention and establish a threatening presence that the UN - and the President - would take seriously?"
"Not to mention, like, say, us," muttered Flash.
"It’s a throwing down of a gauntlet if I’ve ever seen one, and Luthor's certainly not one to ignore something on this scale.”
“Uh, speak of the devil, Supes, and he will appear," Plastic Man interrupted from the monitor console against the wall, his sunglasses having morphed into the patented Secret Service style of eyewear, “ 'least in the guise of our illustrious Prez, 'cuz looks like we’ve got incoming from ole Baldy hisself!”
Kyle groaned and Superman’s jaw clenched.
“Peachy.”
Even Batman raised his brows at the uncharacteristic remark. Superman caught the look and sighed. “All right, let’s get the lambasting over with. Put him through, Eel.”
“Can’t we just say the transmission got scrambled like eggs shinier than his hea ..” Plas broke off at the look. “You got it, Blue.”
The screen sizzled to life, and Lex Luthor’s glowering visage immediately filled it.
“Justice League of America,” he began with preamble, ever so slightly emphasizing the ‘America’ in the name, “you’re now no doubt aware of the most recent outrage this … this Ayestrom character has perpetrated against several sovereign nations, including our own. These cowardly attacks against and abductions of both our allies and ourselves must be brought to a halt.” Luthor paused for effect. “Despite your apparent inability to protect our people from these ongoing assaults,” he continued as several Leaguers bristled, “I am hereby informing you, as the Commander-in-Chief of the United States of America, that you are being assigned the highest priority mission: put to an end this madman’s reign of terror once and for all. I trust you will succeed … eventually.”
Oh, yes, Lex, we’re very aware of our less than stellar record with Ayestrom so far, thank you, Superman thought, but said nothing aloud.
Luthor glanced imperiously over them all, and then zeroed in on Superman, and smiled. It wasn’t a pleasant sight.
“I don’t want a repeat of the attack on Metropolis or of the abduction and murders in New York. These terrorist incursions of our territory will certainly not continue. America must be protected. Is that understood?”
“And other locales on the globe are beneath your notice?” Aquaman asked pointedly, voice barely refraining from a growl.
“They have their own resources, I'm sure. You will ensure that you safeguard your country first and foremost.”
“Despite our title, Mr. President,” Wonder Woman said, steel in her voice, “we are an international organization. And not all of us are citizens of your nation. You do realize that, of course.”
Luthor smiled thinly. “Of course. But I am intimately familiar with your team's original mandate, and will hold your ‘organization’ - and its name - to its letter.” He leaned back and surveyed them narrowly. “You will report directly to my office on your investigative progress. I want to hear about your every plan, every idea, every contact, and about every altercation with the enemy. Are we clear on this, Superman?” His stare intensified. “Or must I send notes?”
Superman, with an effort of will, refrained from saying the first thing that popped into his head. Seeing his expression, Batman cleared his throat.
“And what, precisely, will U.S. and UN forces be doing to contribute to the resolution of this situation, Mr. President?” Batman met Luthor’s glare directly.
“Besides, we mean, getting in our way, referring to us as ‘the Long John Brigade’ behind our backs, and choking all involved with the oh so insidious forces of bureaucracy?” Flash muttered, but audibly.
Luthor’s face, if possible, darkened even further.
“All available resources are being directed to focus on locating Ayestrom’s whereabouts as we speak, with the intent of eradicating the threat he represents to all citizens and nations of Earth. And this office itself will not rest until this megalomaniac is ground to du-“
“And the hostages?” Superman asked mildly.
Luthor paused in mid-breath, and stared back at Superman with lidded eyes.
“International terrorism will not be curried - or indeed tolerated - in any way whatsoever. On this, my European, African, and Asian counterparts most wholeheartedly agree.”
“I very much doubt the parents of those innocent schoolchildren would,” Wonder Woman said softly, but her words rang clearly in the room.
“If the JLA is having any difficulty with the concept of taking this ... this super-terrorist out, I strongly suggest you inform me now,” Luthor said coldly. “We will find someone else less … squeamish for the job. And considering the botch job you’ve all managed thus far, perhaps a more competent team can be commissioned to head the task force. Contrary to popular belief, you’re not the only game in town.”
“Was that an actual insult?” Plastic Man asked incredulously, on his head appearing a tall, cone-shaped dunce cap. “A put-down? From our very own esteemed highest elected official?”
At Luthor’s glance of irritation, J’onn J’onzz finally spoke.
“You have doubtless been made aware, Mr. President, that several recent attacks have now been orchestrated directly against League personnel.” Luthor set his jaw, didn’t glance at Superman, and finally gave a reluctant nod. “Even if we were to officially withdraw from this conflict, which I reiterate will not happen -“ everyone nodded in assent, some furiously, some simply, “- for reasons yet unknown, Ayestrom, whomever he might be, seems to be particularly drawn to us.”
“Or perhaps simply amused by us,” Aquaman smiled thinly, running a finger down his razor-edged hook.
“Let us hope to the contrary,” J’onn continued placidly. “Nevertheless, we are already involved too deeply to disengage, even were it our collective will.”
“Fine,” snapped Luthor. “The League is being asked to take point in this international, anti-Ayestrom endeavor. The United Nations and the Pentagon are jointly commanding the operation. You will be backed by every conceivable UN and American authority on hand, including other metahuman organizations.” He gave them all a forced smile. “It is only out of your reputation that you are being granted as much free rein on this as you are. I not only expect results, but to hear about them promptly … and more professionally.” Luthor stiffly nodded his head a fraction, cold contempt still visible in his eyes, a good measure of which he reserved for the silently watching Superman as he ended the call. “Good hunting.” He looked like he was pulling teeth as he said it. “Oval Office out.”
The screen winked off. The table itself seemed to tense even further, if that was possible.
“This just gets better and better,” Wally groaned. “Now we’ve even got Luthor on our backs.”
Superman sighed deeply. “When haven’t we?”
“Yeah, well, guess you would know.”
“Obviously,” Batman observed, “Luthor’s priorities are not necessarily our priorities.”
“But as much as I hate to say it, our goals are the same,” Superman said, somewhat wryly. He looked thoughtfully at the others. “And we may have the glimmerings of a plan, if what our ‘source’ told us is true.”
“Only if your ‘source’ hasn’t spilled to his master about spilling to you,” Aquaman warned. “Otherwise, Ayestrom will have already packed up his base, along with any hostages he has in custody.”
“I think I may be of some help there, Aquaman,” a clear voice suddenly broke in as a two-way uplink instantly activated into the war room.
“I take it you’ve managed to confirm our mercenary informant's testimony, Oracle,” Superman said warmly. “And conveniently timed too.”
“I aim to please, Superman,” came Oracle’s reply, a smile evident in her voice.
“Down to business,” Batman broke in. “What have you learned?”
“And hello to you too, Boss. Well, firstly, the merc was definitely telling the truth about location.”
“Looks like old Bats has got some competition in the sleuthing category of his job description,” Flash whispered to Kyle. “Only she’s got a leg up on him, huh? And I'd bet a way shapelier one too.”
"In the eye of the beholder, man, as they say."
"What're you, 'batting' for the other team now?" Flash smirked.
"No! No, I was just, no, I mean, well, there's fair and there's ..."
"Relax! You've gotta cut down on the java, GL, geez. 'Sides, Robbie tells me she's hot."
Superman winced slightly but saw that none of the others had overheard the sotto voce commentary. He decided to carefully ignore it.
“Elaborate, please,” Batman was suddenly ordering, and Superman blinked, but already the Dark Knight was swivelling back to his own console.
I definitely need some sleep, Superman thought tiredly, and surreptitiously rubbed at his forehead. But I ... I can't ...
“My network’s discovered plenty of fairly well-covered up - but questionable - activity in Amsterdam, Den Haag, Rotterdam. and Almere, as well as in Luxembourg, of all places,” Oracle reported. “There’re clear signs of a Black Ops concealment of some sort. Local authorities and Interpol are peripherally aware of these underground goings-on, but according to my Belgian connection, they’re pretty much convinced it’s a new black market drug ring. The Dutch authorities are reporting major activity, and my 'Net Alerts're lit up like a Christmas tree in the whole region, from Brussels and Rotterdam straight through to Groningen. My ticket says we’ve unearthed at least a couple of Ayestrom’s lairs, maybe even his main headquarters, if we account for all the traffic in and out of there.”
“Dam it all, people, only a rotter like Ayestrom would bed down in a place with a name like that place!” Plas chortled. "And they say tilting at the windmills in Holland is passé ..."
Kyle elbowed him at the looks being slanted their way, only to have his elbow stuck in the malleable shoulder of his teammate.
“I suggest you move quickly, guys,” Oracle was continuing, wisely ignoring Plastic Man, who was currently morphing enormous wooden shoes onto his feet and knocking them together on the tabletop. “My profile program’s analysis of the recent attacks and abductions indicates extreme psychological instability and, well, unbelievableegomaniacism at play here.”
“No kidding,” Kyle snorted, yanking his elbow back out of Plastic Man’s side. Flash made a disgusted face at him, and Kyle shrugged helplessly as Plastic Man's middle turned into a Van Gogh painting.
“No telling how long those hostages have,” Aquaman said, leaning impatiently back in his chair. “We need to get moving on this.”
“I’m downloading the three best possible locales to your mainframe,” Oracle answered. “Of course I’ll keep you posted on any updated information I get. In fact, should be receiving some new Intel any second now, so I’ll keep my ear to the ground. Please let me know in whatever other way I can be of assistance.”
“Well done, Oracle,” Superman said. “Our thanks.”
“What I’m here for! Good luck to you.”
“Yeah,” Kyle said under his breath. “Sounds like we’re gonna need it.”
“Oracle out.”
“So it’s confirmed as much as it can be,” Aquaman commented, shifting restlessly. “What’s your plan, Superman?”
“Hey, give ‘im a dime, he made a rhyme.” Plas shrivelled under Aquaman’s fierce glare. “Okay, okay, so you’re not a poet and didn’t know it." He extended a flower that had sprung up from his hand. "Tulip?”
“The plan ... well, it’s none too original, I’m afraid,” Superman responded, with a slight lifting of his shoulders and a slightly sheepish expression gracing his face. “But before we’re able to initiate any drastic action against this enemy, we need to ensure we won’t further endanger the hostages, be they students or ambassadors, or anyone else.”
“That’s a given,” Wonder Woman was in full accordance, her sapphire eyes sparking with the thought of innocents in danger. “We proceed with due care.”
“We require rock-solid data,” Superman elaborated. “We need to be absolutely certain of the exact location in which the hostages are being held and their present condition. Except for seeing the one telecast - and I hate to admit it - we can’t even be certain that they are still even alive." He swallowed audibly. "But we must consider that possibility, grim as it is.”
The League members looked at each other for a long moment.
Superman glanced down at the table and then up again, determinedly continuing. “I also submit that further knowledge of Ayestrom himself, and strategic information on his bases, those weapons of his - and I don't mind admitting that they pack one hell of a whallop - as well as troop constitution, size, and movements, would prove invaluable to us for our eventual plan of attack." He sighed. "Frankly, we need more data.”
Heads were nodding around the table.
“Information gathering would be … wise, at this stage,” J’onn said, watching Superman.
“Yes. Who is Ayestrom?" Superman's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "Is he a metahuman himself as reports suggest? How much of Europe does he truly have under his control? How many other metahumans are now working for him? Why did he go to such effort to kidnap foreign dignitaries from beneath their governments' noses? Why did he take the school kids? And are his demands to the UN legitimate? We need to know these things.”
“I concur,” Batman said, cowled eyes narrowed calculatingly. “We've been working far too much in the dark. And this reaping mission is accomplished through …?”
“Reconnaissance,” Superman grinned. “Of course. Something in which you specialize, I believe.” He cocked his head at Batman, the corner of his mouth lifting.
“Infiltration may prove a challenge, but still well within the realms of possibility,” Batman allowed, already thinking ahead. “Once the main base is verified by Oracle’s choice team, we go in.”
“Precisely my thought.”
“You mean,” Flash interrupted the two, attempting to follow their quick line, “We figure out just where ole ‘Strommy's bedding down, drop a spy in, who then comes out, we load up on all the juicy Ayestrommy gossip, then coordinate an attack plan using the inside info to wipe his smarmy butt off the face of the planet?”
Batman stared at him coolly. “Anyone else require a summary?”
Wally flushed, and Kyle patted his arm consolingly.
“Glad it wasn’t me, man.”
Arthur and Diana were nodding slowly, warrior hands playing restlessly with weapons, but J’onn abruptly folded his arms and stared hard at Superman with unblinking eyes.
“It’s a decent plan,” Aquaman said grudgingly.
“Glad you approve,” Batman said dryly.
“Although it’s not without a certain element of unnecessary risk.”
Superman began to shrug. “I disagree. It’s an acceptable ri-“
“Risk? RISK?” Plastic Man broke in, leaping to his feet. “And is it not the noble intention herein that proves our strategy extraordinaire worth such risk? Is it not, in fact, why we each don our armour of brightly coloured garb every single day to do battle against the oppression enscaled by just such as Ayestrom?” Plastic Man’s upper body transformed into a huge eagle’s head, feathers sprouting out of his lower half as he perched one scaly leg on the back of his chair, other claw on the table, lifting a bold and heroic profile towards the others. “Do we not give our all for this great country which we have sworn to defend? Nay, for the very world itself?”
“Oh, please, save us from the matinee serial rhetoric!” said Flash, rolling his eyes, and blowing at a feather that tickled his nose.
Plastic Man stood straighter, both claws squarely on the table. "Do we not, in fact, scoff at minor considerations such as RISK? Hah! I laugh at risk!”
"Oh, brother," Kyle said, putting his hand over his eyes, watching Aquaman get up from his chair with a black scowl. “ You’re in for it now, birdbrain.”
“That’s enough, O’Brian,” Batman said coldly. “We have little time to waste on either your incessant need for attention, or your version of 'stand-up' comedy.”
Kyle blinked. “Did Batman just crack a joke?” He asked unbelievingly of Flash.
“Just a tiny pun, but a definitive one. Wow. Who’s taking notes for posterity?” Wally looked around.
“And exactly whom would we send on this purportedly risky mission of espionage?” J’onn asked bluntly, gazing pointedly at Superman, who met his look calmly.
“The individuals with the greatest chance of success, J’onn. Naturally.” He raised his eyebrows inquiringly. “You agree?”
“Then I volunteer myself as a candidate for the mission," said J'onn at once. "My stealth skills are rather formidable.”
“Inarguably. And of course your offer is appreciated. However, before you volunteer, don’t forget that Ayestrom may anticipate our move, particularly if that merc commander ever revealed his betrayal.”
“He would have contingencies in place against us as a natural precaution even if he doesn’t have a clue,” Diana added, and Kyle blinked again at her use of the colloquialism. “At least, if he’s any sort of tactician at all.”
“Yeah, well, look what we’ve got,” Flash settled his shoulders. “A heckuva lot of pooled talent right here in the room. Between super-speed squared, and Bats' brains, and J’onn’s telepathy, and magic lassoes … well, the list does go on.”
“And on,” Kyle contributed, his Ring bringing to life a list of powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men, hanging in mid-air, scrolling downwards in elaborate calligraphy.
“We could scope out ole ‘Strommy’s bathroom without him being any the wiser.”
"Yeah, but would you really want to?"
"His personal hygiene regime could yield some pretty important clues," Plas interjected in all seriousness, preening his white head feathers with a wing. "You'd be surprised by just how often I've found keen restroom observation total treasure troves of info on lots of my cases."
"Definitely a case of T.M.I, Plas," Kyle stared in horror. "Who hires you, anyways?"
"We won't need to stoop that low," Flash said dismissively. "We're the Justice League, after all. We're dignified." He eyed Plastic Man, still preening his plumage. "Some of the time."
“The JLA is it, man. Can’t beat the real thing!” Kyle high-fived Wally. “’Strom’s not even close to being a match for all of us together!”
“So what’re we waiting for?" Flash zoomed out of the room and was back before anyone else had even taken a breath. A steaming cup of coffee rested on the table in front of each member. "Let's get a buzz on, and then go kick some mercenary butt!”
Superman gave a tolerant smile, but an unnameable worry nagged at the back of his mind, and he couldn’t bring himself to feel the confidence the two younger team members obviously did. He glanced down and gratefully took a sip of the hot beverage before him.
“Okay, gang,” Oracle’s electronically enhanced voice suddenly cut in, “I've word from the inside. Black Canary and Huntress have just confirmed the Amsterdam base as the most likely locale for Ayestrom's main lair.”
Everyone perked up at the news.
“All right, B.C. and 'Tress!” Plastic Man whooped, whipping back into human shape. “Intimidation plus prowess plus beauty plus brains equals Whoa Mamas!”
“I’ll be sure to relay that, Plastic Man,” Oracle answered dryly.
“Um … maybe can you keep this just between us?” squeaked Plas, his feet morphing into a unicycle which he proceeded to backpedal furiously.
“Wise man.”
“That certainly settles one difficulty, at any rate.”
“True, Diana,” Oracle hedged, “but you guys better hear this." She drew a breath, and almost unconsciously, everyone leaned forward. "The Birds also reported some less than fantastic news: there seems to be absolutely no way anyone can get close enough to glean any info of value. That place is purportedly tighter than a steel drum." She paused, and Batman grunted, typing even more quickly at his computer. "It doesn't look promising. High resolution sensors are apparently set everywhere throughout the bases. And I mean everywhere. I haven't even seen anything like this before." There was the sound of a tongue clicking against teeth. "According to Canary’s informant, once a metahuman is even marginally close to secure areas, a power signature is instantly registered and relayed straight to monitors within the base.” She hesitated, as if studying something before her. “Wow. These are sensors unlike anything I’ve ever even heard of, people. They're amazingly sensitive. I don't think even invisibility would go undetected.”
J’onn frowned.
"Uh oh. That doesn't sound good ..." Flash murmured.
“And without the use of powers," Oracle finished, the frustration clear in her voice, "well, security’s stronger than the Watchtower’s vacuum sealant. No one’d make it in unseen, let alone back out again.”
“Great. How will we find out about the hostages still alive if he’s booby-trapped his own base?” asked Wally rather plaintively, throwing up his hands.
“JLA Detector Devices, Activate!” Kyle jipped lightly and rather lamely, and this time no one smiled.
The room was ominously silent for several heavy moments, until it was at last broken by the deep, measured words of the Dark Knight.
“A not ... insurmountable obstacle,” he said, eyes hooded. “In our case.”
“How do you mean, B-“
They followed his gaze as it travelled to Superman, who had been sitting silent and motionless for some time, as if waiting. As everyone stared at him, one eyebrow rose, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a tiny, humourless smile.
“Ooooohhhh,” Kyle breathed, slapping himself lightly on the cheek chidingly. "That's right."
“Yeah. Forgot all about that. Those. Them.” Flash shook his head.
Superman briefly lifted a shoulder. “Most people do.”
“It’s an advantage we can use,” Batman said. “It would, however, be prudent to not underestimate Ayestrom, and what he has or has not forgotten.”
“I know it,” Superman acknowledged. “But it doesn’t change what we have to try.”
“No. It doesn’t,” Batman agreed, but he didn’t look happy.
Nor did J’onn, who folded his arms and looked daggers at Superman.
“You knew. All along you have known that you would be the one who goes in.”
“We’re all going, J’onn," Superman said patiently. "Not one of us can afford to sit back and simply monitor this mess. In fact, part of the plan is that we cover all angles, the way a good journalist would." He caught them all in his glance. "To that end I propose we place a team in each of the other suspected European sites ... and set up a safe fall-back and rendezvous base. Not neglecting, of course, to formulate a strong Plan B in case things go awry." He smiled briefly. "Best laid plans of mice and men, and all that.”
“All well and good, Kal-El, but you will be the one playing the mouse in a very dangerous cat’s lair.”
Superman shook his head. “You heard Luthor. We’re all doing that. I’ll merely be playing the role of the Point Mouse. Spy number one, so to speak. It’s really not my forté, so maybe I’ll learn a thing or two about how the other half lives.” He grinned at Batman, who did not return it. He sobered, although a tiny light still danced in his eyes. “I promise not to fall for any obvious cheese.”
J’onn looked about as amused as Batman did. Superman’s face softened.
“I appreciate your concern, J’onn, but you really needn’t be so protective. I’ll be very careful.”
“It’s not flawless, but it’s a solid idea,” Aquaman inserted before J’onn could continue. “It’s even safer in some respects because he won’t have to maneuver too close to any sensitive areas to pick up actual information, the way any one of the rest of us would have to. That will enhance the safety margin. Good."
"And it’s also probable that you will be able to detect these sensors well in advance, and therefore avoid them,” Diana added, though her face had tensed noticeably.
“In addition,” Oracle chimed in, “if what I hear is correct, your command of nearly every Earth language could come in extremely handy. It’s reportedly a linguistic nightmare down there.”
Superman smiled. “That’s the plan.”
J’onn sighed dramatically, and steepled his fingers disapprovingly.
“I see that I am outvoted. Very well, then. I suppose we all do what we must, and for me that is to surrender with dignity.”
He and Superman locked gazes, and as Superman dipped his head in acknowledgement, Kyle couldn’t help wonder if there had been some unheard message communicated between the two.
“Such a worrywart, J’onn,” Wally clapped a hand to J’onn’s shoulder. “Better be careful yourself, or you’ll form an ulcer in your old age.”
“I am already four hundred and twenty two Earth years of age,” J’onn answered calmly. “When exactly should I expect this … ulcer?”
Flash blinked and let his hand fall. “Uh, never mind.”
For several minutes, the League members continued to debate back and forth, beginning the chaotic and creative process of a group plan formation. Large maps of the area in question were thrown up on the screens, and stations and movements were coordinated with Oracle and the Birds of Prey, as well as several League reserve members planetside.
For the first time in a very long while, the dominant feelings of helplessness and frustration began to transform into ones of determination and hope. With their new information, firm teamwork, and a clear plan of action, Kyle began to feel, as most of them seemed to, that they now stood a fighting chance of stopping this terrible new enemy. It wouldn’t be too late for either the hostages, or the world. Not if the Justice League had anything to say about it.
And Kyle would bank anything on the say of his team. Anything.
Or so he thought.
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to be continued ...
Part One, "In Terrorem" can be found HERE.
Part Two, "Ex Hypothesi" can be found HERE.
Firstly, sorry for taking a bit longer to post this part of the Epic! I encountered more a few frustrating problems with posting this week. (ILJ keeps freezing on me and stalling, and I can't even scroll down properly! gah! Anyone else run into this?) Please forgive the formatting and spacing problems. Thank you for your patience, kind friends!
Secondly, I've decided to divide Part 3 here into two bits, as it was a bit ... unwieldy in terms of its length. (actually LJ wouldn't even let it post as it was too large an entry! Huh.) There's rather a bit of dialogue infusing this particular part too, but it's 'necessary' for the plot-building! (and I have a lot of fun with writing talking! Go figure!) Please bear with me.
Thirdly, thanks to all of your good wishes about my venting on my little problem last week. I feel guilty for doing so, but I'm happy to report (as a follow-up) that I received this truly wondrous gift of a reprieve, as a kind almost-stranger (an angel!) gave me a safe place to park one of the cars for a while while longer. (It was absolutely miraculous, I tell you! I was stunned speechless when she made this offer, right at the height of my distress.)
So, enough chatter from me, and on with the story! I hope you enjoy. :-)
Pax :-)
JLA "Necessary Force" Part 3: "Stratagem" (A):
(my title thingy just would not work today, sorry! The story's under the "JLA" cut.)
JLA
“Necessary Force”
By Paxwolf
Note: Please see all disclaimers, warnings, notes, and acknowledgements at the front of Necessary Force Part One: "In Terrorem". Thank you!
Part III:
“Stratagem”
Eight of the most powerful people on Earth sat tensely around the shield-embossed round table, watching the huge screen that dominated the far wall. One minute earlier, their current problem had suddenly escalated into a full-scale global crisis.
“So, that crazy corkscrew thingamajig was just a decoy all along,” Flash muttered disgustedly. “The JLA was nearly completely taken out by a stupid … diversion.” He said the word as if it tasted quite sour in his mouth.
“If it makes you feel any better, Flash, it is likely that the assaults were primarily designed to test our abilities and response time rather than inflict actual damage.”
“Considering that we were pretty much creamed,” Wally replied with an uncharacteristic angry hiss, “not really, Diana.”
“Let’s recoup,” Superman broke in at Wonder Woman’s affronted look, silencing the increasing grumbles and mutters. The stress was getting to even them. “While we were otherwise engaged …”
“I did try to alert you guys,” Plastic Man grouched, casually twisting his elastic limbs into an overlarge JLA communicator device. “I couldn’t seem to get through on any of our multi-billion, foolproof, masterminded NASA/Martian/Kryptonian/Thanagarian hightechy-like frequenci …”
“Not only were our communications unexpectedly scrambled,” Superman continued, shooting a glance at O’Brian, “a so-called ‘Mantle-Drill’ appeared in two sites at times nearly in conjunction, one in Saskatchewan, and the other in Hokkaido, causing us to be significantly occupied to the point we were unable to respond to the third assault in the Yucatan Peninsula directly after. Unfortunately, that last one did succeed in causing massive earthquake damage, and additionally, spurred unexpected volcanic and seismic activity along its coast.” He paused, swallowing, and everyone knew he was leaving out the details of the horrific devastation and loss of life. They had seen enough on the viewscreen to realize just how extensive it had been. “And there’s more, I’m afraid.”
Everyone exchanged looks of foreboding and dread.
“More?” squeaked Plas, huge red earmuffs forming around his head. “No, no, don't wanna hear it, nope! Can't make me!"
“Oh, man,” Kyle said dully, his chin dropping into his hands. "What is this, 'Dump On The League Day'?”
"Lay it on us, Big Guy," Flash said, bracing his hands against the table.
Superman shot a look at Batman and then schooled his features into an expression of calm strength. “Minutes ago, Oracle informed us of the sudden simultaneous attacks on seven UN-affiliated embassies in Madrid, Beijing, Bombay, Moscow, Bangkok, Nairobi, and Budapest. Subsequently, several high-profile ambassadors have been abducted, presumably by cohorts or followers of Ayestrom’s organization.”
Several Leaguers looked shocked at the news, and then anger grew in the room like a thunderstorm.
“Why would he DO that?”
“He already has the world’s ears!”
“Why them?”
“Wasn’t anybody doing security for those guys?”
“It’s bad enough that this creep abducted those kids …”
“Just how many lackeys does this creep got, anyways? The sheer manpower to have carried off an operation of this size ...”
“Enough, everyone, please!” The group settled into silence at Superman’s tone. “We all have questions. Let’s concentrate on finding answers … calmly.”
“But …”
“That brings the total number of known hostages to eighty-three,” Batman quickly calculated as he called up more data from his tabletop data screen, gloved fingers typing at a blur.
“But it doesn’t make sense! Why did he kidnap that little field trip if he were really after more important prey all along?” Kyle puzzled aloud.
“More important, Green Lantern?” Aquaman demanded, half rising from his seat.
“Uh, not that diplomats are any better or more, um, than, uh, schoolk-“
“Perhaps the children were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Diana speculated, saving Kyle from his latest outbreak of foot-in-mouth disease. He shot her a grateful look.
“An opportunity seized?” Superman considered, tilting his head. “The kidnapping, and the nature in which it occurred, caught the immediate attention of the media and the public, particularly the American public. What better way to command attention and establish a threatening presence that the UN - and the President - would take seriously?"
"Not to mention, like, say, us," muttered Flash.
"It’s a throwing down of a gauntlet if I’ve ever seen one, and Luthor's certainly not one to ignore something on this scale.”
“Uh, speak of the devil, Supes, and he will appear," Plastic Man interrupted from the monitor console against the wall, his sunglasses having morphed into the patented Secret Service style of eyewear, “ 'least in the guise of our illustrious Prez, 'cuz looks like we’ve got incoming from ole Baldy hisself!”
Kyle groaned and Superman’s jaw clenched.
“Peachy.”
Even Batman raised his brows at the uncharacteristic remark. Superman caught the look and sighed. “All right, let’s get the lambasting over with. Put him through, Eel.”
“Can’t we just say the transmission got scrambled like eggs shinier than his hea ..” Plas broke off at the look. “You got it, Blue.”
The screen sizzled to life, and Lex Luthor’s glowering visage immediately filled it.
“Justice League of America,” he began with preamble, ever so slightly emphasizing the ‘America’ in the name, “you’re now no doubt aware of the most recent outrage this … this Ayestrom character has perpetrated against several sovereign nations, including our own. These cowardly attacks against and abductions of both our allies and ourselves must be brought to a halt.” Luthor paused for effect. “Despite your apparent inability to protect our people from these ongoing assaults,” he continued as several Leaguers bristled, “I am hereby informing you, as the Commander-in-Chief of the United States of America, that you are being assigned the highest priority mission: put to an end this madman’s reign of terror once and for all. I trust you will succeed … eventually.”
Oh, yes, Lex, we’re very aware of our less than stellar record with Ayestrom so far, thank you, Superman thought, but said nothing aloud.
Luthor glanced imperiously over them all, and then zeroed in on Superman, and smiled. It wasn’t a pleasant sight.
“I don’t want a repeat of the attack on Metropolis or of the abduction and murders in New York. These terrorist incursions of our territory will certainly not continue. America must be protected. Is that understood?”
“And other locales on the globe are beneath your notice?” Aquaman asked pointedly, voice barely refraining from a growl.
“They have their own resources, I'm sure. You will ensure that you safeguard your country first and foremost.”
“Despite our title, Mr. President,” Wonder Woman said, steel in her voice, “we are an international organization. And not all of us are citizens of your nation. You do realize that, of course.”
Luthor smiled thinly. “Of course. But I am intimately familiar with your team's original mandate, and will hold your ‘organization’ - and its name - to its letter.” He leaned back and surveyed them narrowly. “You will report directly to my office on your investigative progress. I want to hear about your every plan, every idea, every contact, and about every altercation with the enemy. Are we clear on this, Superman?” His stare intensified. “Or must I send notes?”
Superman, with an effort of will, refrained from saying the first thing that popped into his head. Seeing his expression, Batman cleared his throat.
“And what, precisely, will U.S. and UN forces be doing to contribute to the resolution of this situation, Mr. President?” Batman met Luthor’s glare directly.
“Besides, we mean, getting in our way, referring to us as ‘the Long John Brigade’ behind our backs, and choking all involved with the oh so insidious forces of bureaucracy?” Flash muttered, but audibly.
Luthor’s face, if possible, darkened even further.
“All available resources are being directed to focus on locating Ayestrom’s whereabouts as we speak, with the intent of eradicating the threat he represents to all citizens and nations of Earth. And this office itself will not rest until this megalomaniac is ground to du-“
“And the hostages?” Superman asked mildly.
Luthor paused in mid-breath, and stared back at Superman with lidded eyes.
“International terrorism will not be curried - or indeed tolerated - in any way whatsoever. On this, my European, African, and Asian counterparts most wholeheartedly agree.”
“I very much doubt the parents of those innocent schoolchildren would,” Wonder Woman said softly, but her words rang clearly in the room.
“If the JLA is having any difficulty with the concept of taking this ... this super-terrorist out, I strongly suggest you inform me now,” Luthor said coldly. “We will find someone else less … squeamish for the job. And considering the botch job you’ve all managed thus far, perhaps a more competent team can be commissioned to head the task force. Contrary to popular belief, you’re not the only game in town.”
“Was that an actual insult?” Plastic Man asked incredulously, on his head appearing a tall, cone-shaped dunce cap. “A put-down? From our very own esteemed highest elected official?”
At Luthor’s glance of irritation, J’onn J’onzz finally spoke.
“You have doubtless been made aware, Mr. President, that several recent attacks have now been orchestrated directly against League personnel.” Luthor set his jaw, didn’t glance at Superman, and finally gave a reluctant nod. “Even if we were to officially withdraw from this conflict, which I reiterate will not happen -“ everyone nodded in assent, some furiously, some simply, “- for reasons yet unknown, Ayestrom, whomever he might be, seems to be particularly drawn to us.”
“Or perhaps simply amused by us,” Aquaman smiled thinly, running a finger down his razor-edged hook.
“Let us hope to the contrary,” J’onn continued placidly. “Nevertheless, we are already involved too deeply to disengage, even were it our collective will.”
“Fine,” snapped Luthor. “The League is being asked to take point in this international, anti-Ayestrom endeavor. The United Nations and the Pentagon are jointly commanding the operation. You will be backed by every conceivable UN and American authority on hand, including other metahuman organizations.” He gave them all a forced smile. “It is only out of your reputation that you are being granted as much free rein on this as you are. I not only expect results, but to hear about them promptly … and more professionally.” Luthor stiffly nodded his head a fraction, cold contempt still visible in his eyes, a good measure of which he reserved for the silently watching Superman as he ended the call. “Good hunting.” He looked like he was pulling teeth as he said it. “Oval Office out.”
The screen winked off. The table itself seemed to tense even further, if that was possible.
“This just gets better and better,” Wally groaned. “Now we’ve even got Luthor on our backs.”
Superman sighed deeply. “When haven’t we?”
“Yeah, well, guess you would know.”
“Obviously,” Batman observed, “Luthor’s priorities are not necessarily our priorities.”
“But as much as I hate to say it, our goals are the same,” Superman said, somewhat wryly. He looked thoughtfully at the others. “And we may have the glimmerings of a plan, if what our ‘source’ told us is true.”
“Only if your ‘source’ hasn’t spilled to his master about spilling to you,” Aquaman warned. “Otherwise, Ayestrom will have already packed up his base, along with any hostages he has in custody.”
“I think I may be of some help there, Aquaman,” a clear voice suddenly broke in as a two-way uplink instantly activated into the war room.
“I take it you’ve managed to confirm our mercenary informant's testimony, Oracle,” Superman said warmly. “And conveniently timed too.”
“I aim to please, Superman,” came Oracle’s reply, a smile evident in her voice.
“Down to business,” Batman broke in. “What have you learned?”
“And hello to you too, Boss. Well, firstly, the merc was definitely telling the truth about location.”
“Looks like old Bats has got some competition in the sleuthing category of his job description,” Flash whispered to Kyle. “Only she’s got a leg up on him, huh? And I'd bet a way shapelier one too.”
"In the eye of the beholder, man, as they say."
"What're you, 'batting' for the other team now?" Flash smirked.
"No! No, I was just, no, I mean, well, there's fair and there's ..."
"Relax! You've gotta cut down on the java, GL, geez. 'Sides, Robbie tells me she's hot."
Superman winced slightly but saw that none of the others had overheard the sotto voce commentary. He decided to carefully ignore it.
“Elaborate, please,” Batman was suddenly ordering, and Superman blinked, but already the Dark Knight was swivelling back to his own console.
I definitely need some sleep, Superman thought tiredly, and surreptitiously rubbed at his forehead. But I ... I can't ...
“My network’s discovered plenty of fairly well-covered up - but questionable - activity in Amsterdam, Den Haag, Rotterdam. and Almere, as well as in Luxembourg, of all places,” Oracle reported. “There’re clear signs of a Black Ops concealment of some sort. Local authorities and Interpol are peripherally aware of these underground goings-on, but according to my Belgian connection, they’re pretty much convinced it’s a new black market drug ring. The Dutch authorities are reporting major activity, and my 'Net Alerts're lit up like a Christmas tree in the whole region, from Brussels and Rotterdam straight through to Groningen. My ticket says we’ve unearthed at least a couple of Ayestrom’s lairs, maybe even his main headquarters, if we account for all the traffic in and out of there.”
“Dam it all, people, only a rotter like Ayestrom would bed down in a place with a name like that place!” Plas chortled. "And they say tilting at the windmills in Holland is passé ..."
Kyle elbowed him at the looks being slanted their way, only to have his elbow stuck in the malleable shoulder of his teammate.
“I suggest you move quickly, guys,” Oracle was continuing, wisely ignoring Plastic Man, who was currently morphing enormous wooden shoes onto his feet and knocking them together on the tabletop. “My profile program’s analysis of the recent attacks and abductions indicates extreme psychological instability and, well, unbelievableegomaniacism at play here.”
“No kidding,” Kyle snorted, yanking his elbow back out of Plastic Man’s side. Flash made a disgusted face at him, and Kyle shrugged helplessly as Plastic Man's middle turned into a Van Gogh painting.
“No telling how long those hostages have,” Aquaman said, leaning impatiently back in his chair. “We need to get moving on this.”
“I’m downloading the three best possible locales to your mainframe,” Oracle answered. “Of course I’ll keep you posted on any updated information I get. In fact, should be receiving some new Intel any second now, so I’ll keep my ear to the ground. Please let me know in whatever other way I can be of assistance.”
“Well done, Oracle,” Superman said. “Our thanks.”
“What I’m here for! Good luck to you.”
“Yeah,” Kyle said under his breath. “Sounds like we’re gonna need it.”
“Oracle out.”
“So it’s confirmed as much as it can be,” Aquaman commented, shifting restlessly. “What’s your plan, Superman?”
“Hey, give ‘im a dime, he made a rhyme.” Plas shrivelled under Aquaman’s fierce glare. “Okay, okay, so you’re not a poet and didn’t know it." He extended a flower that had sprung up from his hand. "Tulip?”
“The plan ... well, it’s none too original, I’m afraid,” Superman responded, with a slight lifting of his shoulders and a slightly sheepish expression gracing his face. “But before we’re able to initiate any drastic action against this enemy, we need to ensure we won’t further endanger the hostages, be they students or ambassadors, or anyone else.”
“That’s a given,” Wonder Woman was in full accordance, her sapphire eyes sparking with the thought of innocents in danger. “We proceed with due care.”
“We require rock-solid data,” Superman elaborated. “We need to be absolutely certain of the exact location in which the hostages are being held and their present condition. Except for seeing the one telecast - and I hate to admit it - we can’t even be certain that they are still even alive." He swallowed audibly. "But we must consider that possibility, grim as it is.”
The League members looked at each other for a long moment.
Superman glanced down at the table and then up again, determinedly continuing. “I also submit that further knowledge of Ayestrom himself, and strategic information on his bases, those weapons of his - and I don't mind admitting that they pack one hell of a whallop - as well as troop constitution, size, and movements, would prove invaluable to us for our eventual plan of attack." He sighed. "Frankly, we need more data.”
Heads were nodding around the table.
“Information gathering would be … wise, at this stage,” J’onn said, watching Superman.
“Yes. Who is Ayestrom?" Superman's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "Is he a metahuman himself as reports suggest? How much of Europe does he truly have under his control? How many other metahumans are now working for him? Why did he go to such effort to kidnap foreign dignitaries from beneath their governments' noses? Why did he take the school kids? And are his demands to the UN legitimate? We need to know these things.”
“I concur,” Batman said, cowled eyes narrowed calculatingly. “We've been working far too much in the dark. And this reaping mission is accomplished through …?”
“Reconnaissance,” Superman grinned. “Of course. Something in which you specialize, I believe.” He cocked his head at Batman, the corner of his mouth lifting.
“Infiltration may prove a challenge, but still well within the realms of possibility,” Batman allowed, already thinking ahead. “Once the main base is verified by Oracle’s choice team, we go in.”
“Precisely my thought.”
“You mean,” Flash interrupted the two, attempting to follow their quick line, “We figure out just where ole ‘Strommy's bedding down, drop a spy in, who then comes out, we load up on all the juicy Ayestrommy gossip, then coordinate an attack plan using the inside info to wipe his smarmy butt off the face of the planet?”
Batman stared at him coolly. “Anyone else require a summary?”
Wally flushed, and Kyle patted his arm consolingly.
“Glad it wasn’t me, man.”
Arthur and Diana were nodding slowly, warrior hands playing restlessly with weapons, but J’onn abruptly folded his arms and stared hard at Superman with unblinking eyes.
“It’s a decent plan,” Aquaman said grudgingly.
“Glad you approve,” Batman said dryly.
“Although it’s not without a certain element of unnecessary risk.”
Superman began to shrug. “I disagree. It’s an acceptable ri-“
“Risk? RISK?” Plastic Man broke in, leaping to his feet. “And is it not the noble intention herein that proves our strategy extraordinaire worth such risk? Is it not, in fact, why we each don our armour of brightly coloured garb every single day to do battle against the oppression enscaled by just such as Ayestrom?” Plastic Man’s upper body transformed into a huge eagle’s head, feathers sprouting out of his lower half as he perched one scaly leg on the back of his chair, other claw on the table, lifting a bold and heroic profile towards the others. “Do we not give our all for this great country which we have sworn to defend? Nay, for the very world itself?”
“Oh, please, save us from the matinee serial rhetoric!” said Flash, rolling his eyes, and blowing at a feather that tickled his nose.
Plastic Man stood straighter, both claws squarely on the table. "Do we not, in fact, scoff at minor considerations such as RISK? Hah! I laugh at risk!”
"Oh, brother," Kyle said, putting his hand over his eyes, watching Aquaman get up from his chair with a black scowl. “ You’re in for it now, birdbrain.”
“That’s enough, O’Brian,” Batman said coldly. “We have little time to waste on either your incessant need for attention, or your version of 'stand-up' comedy.”
Kyle blinked. “Did Batman just crack a joke?” He asked unbelievingly of Flash.
“Just a tiny pun, but a definitive one. Wow. Who’s taking notes for posterity?” Wally looked around.
“And exactly whom would we send on this purportedly risky mission of espionage?” J’onn asked bluntly, gazing pointedly at Superman, who met his look calmly.
“The individuals with the greatest chance of success, J’onn. Naturally.” He raised his eyebrows inquiringly. “You agree?”
“Then I volunteer myself as a candidate for the mission," said J'onn at once. "My stealth skills are rather formidable.”
“Inarguably. And of course your offer is appreciated. However, before you volunteer, don’t forget that Ayestrom may anticipate our move, particularly if that merc commander ever revealed his betrayal.”
“He would have contingencies in place against us as a natural precaution even if he doesn’t have a clue,” Diana added, and Kyle blinked again at her use of the colloquialism. “At least, if he’s any sort of tactician at all.”
“Yeah, well, look what we’ve got,” Flash settled his shoulders. “A heckuva lot of pooled talent right here in the room. Between super-speed squared, and Bats' brains, and J’onn’s telepathy, and magic lassoes … well, the list does go on.”
“And on,” Kyle contributed, his Ring bringing to life a list of powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men, hanging in mid-air, scrolling downwards in elaborate calligraphy.
“We could scope out ole ‘Strommy’s bathroom without him being any the wiser.”
"Yeah, but would you really want to?"
"His personal hygiene regime could yield some pretty important clues," Plas interjected in all seriousness, preening his white head feathers with a wing. "You'd be surprised by just how often I've found keen restroom observation total treasure troves of info on lots of my cases."
"Definitely a case of T.M.I, Plas," Kyle stared in horror. "Who hires you, anyways?"
"We won't need to stoop that low," Flash said dismissively. "We're the Justice League, after all. We're dignified." He eyed Plastic Man, still preening his plumage. "Some of the time."
“The JLA is it, man. Can’t beat the real thing!” Kyle high-fived Wally. “’Strom’s not even close to being a match for all of us together!”
“So what’re we waiting for?" Flash zoomed out of the room and was back before anyone else had even taken a breath. A steaming cup of coffee rested on the table in front of each member. "Let's get a buzz on, and then go kick some mercenary butt!”
Superman gave a tolerant smile, but an unnameable worry nagged at the back of his mind, and he couldn’t bring himself to feel the confidence the two younger team members obviously did. He glanced down and gratefully took a sip of the hot beverage before him.
“Okay, gang,” Oracle’s electronically enhanced voice suddenly cut in, “I've word from the inside. Black Canary and Huntress have just confirmed the Amsterdam base as the most likely locale for Ayestrom's main lair.”
Everyone perked up at the news.
“All right, B.C. and 'Tress!” Plastic Man whooped, whipping back into human shape. “Intimidation plus prowess plus beauty plus brains equals Whoa Mamas!”
“I’ll be sure to relay that, Plastic Man,” Oracle answered dryly.
“Um … maybe can you keep this just between us?” squeaked Plas, his feet morphing into a unicycle which he proceeded to backpedal furiously.
“Wise man.”
“That certainly settles one difficulty, at any rate.”
“True, Diana,” Oracle hedged, “but you guys better hear this." She drew a breath, and almost unconsciously, everyone leaned forward. "The Birds also reported some less than fantastic news: there seems to be absolutely no way anyone can get close enough to glean any info of value. That place is purportedly tighter than a steel drum." She paused, and Batman grunted, typing even more quickly at his computer. "It doesn't look promising. High resolution sensors are apparently set everywhere throughout the bases. And I mean everywhere. I haven't even seen anything like this before." There was the sound of a tongue clicking against teeth. "According to Canary’s informant, once a metahuman is even marginally close to secure areas, a power signature is instantly registered and relayed straight to monitors within the base.” She hesitated, as if studying something before her. “Wow. These are sensors unlike anything I’ve ever even heard of, people. They're amazingly sensitive. I don't think even invisibility would go undetected.”
J’onn frowned.
"Uh oh. That doesn't sound good ..." Flash murmured.
“And without the use of powers," Oracle finished, the frustration clear in her voice, "well, security’s stronger than the Watchtower’s vacuum sealant. No one’d make it in unseen, let alone back out again.”
“Great. How will we find out about the hostages still alive if he’s booby-trapped his own base?” asked Wally rather plaintively, throwing up his hands.
“JLA Detector Devices, Activate!” Kyle jipped lightly and rather lamely, and this time no one smiled.
The room was ominously silent for several heavy moments, until it was at last broken by the deep, measured words of the Dark Knight.
“A not ... insurmountable obstacle,” he said, eyes hooded. “In our case.”
“How do you mean, B-“
They followed his gaze as it travelled to Superman, who had been sitting silent and motionless for some time, as if waiting. As everyone stared at him, one eyebrow rose, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a tiny, humourless smile.
“Ooooohhhh,” Kyle breathed, slapping himself lightly on the cheek chidingly. "That's right."
“Yeah. Forgot all about that. Those. Them.” Flash shook his head.
Superman briefly lifted a shoulder. “Most people do.”
“It’s an advantage we can use,” Batman said. “It would, however, be prudent to not underestimate Ayestrom, and what he has or has not forgotten.”
“I know it,” Superman acknowledged. “But it doesn’t change what we have to try.”
“No. It doesn’t,” Batman agreed, but he didn’t look happy.
Nor did J’onn, who folded his arms and looked daggers at Superman.
“You knew. All along you have known that you would be the one who goes in.”
“We’re all going, J’onn," Superman said patiently. "Not one of us can afford to sit back and simply monitor this mess. In fact, part of the plan is that we cover all angles, the way a good journalist would." He caught them all in his glance. "To that end I propose we place a team in each of the other suspected European sites ... and set up a safe fall-back and rendezvous base. Not neglecting, of course, to formulate a strong Plan B in case things go awry." He smiled briefly. "Best laid plans of mice and men, and all that.”
“All well and good, Kal-El, but you will be the one playing the mouse in a very dangerous cat’s lair.”
Superman shook his head. “You heard Luthor. We’re all doing that. I’ll merely be playing the role of the Point Mouse. Spy number one, so to speak. It’s really not my forté, so maybe I’ll learn a thing or two about how the other half lives.” He grinned at Batman, who did not return it. He sobered, although a tiny light still danced in his eyes. “I promise not to fall for any obvious cheese.”
J’onn looked about as amused as Batman did. Superman’s face softened.
“I appreciate your concern, J’onn, but you really needn’t be so protective. I’ll be very careful.”
“It’s not flawless, but it’s a solid idea,” Aquaman inserted before J’onn could continue. “It’s even safer in some respects because he won’t have to maneuver too close to any sensitive areas to pick up actual information, the way any one of the rest of us would have to. That will enhance the safety margin. Good."
"And it’s also probable that you will be able to detect these sensors well in advance, and therefore avoid them,” Diana added, though her face had tensed noticeably.
“In addition,” Oracle chimed in, “if what I hear is correct, your command of nearly every Earth language could come in extremely handy. It’s reportedly a linguistic nightmare down there.”
Superman smiled. “That’s the plan.”
J’onn sighed dramatically, and steepled his fingers disapprovingly.
“I see that I am outvoted. Very well, then. I suppose we all do what we must, and for me that is to surrender with dignity.”
He and Superman locked gazes, and as Superman dipped his head in acknowledgement, Kyle couldn’t help wonder if there had been some unheard message communicated between the two.
“Such a worrywart, J’onn,” Wally clapped a hand to J’onn’s shoulder. “Better be careful yourself, or you’ll form an ulcer in your old age.”
“I am already four hundred and twenty two Earth years of age,” J’onn answered calmly. “When exactly should I expect this … ulcer?”
Flash blinked and let his hand fall. “Uh, never mind.”
For several minutes, the League members continued to debate back and forth, beginning the chaotic and creative process of a group plan formation. Large maps of the area in question were thrown up on the screens, and stations and movements were coordinated with Oracle and the Birds of Prey, as well as several League reserve members planetside.
For the first time in a very long while, the dominant feelings of helplessness and frustration began to transform into ones of determination and hope. With their new information, firm teamwork, and a clear plan of action, Kyle began to feel, as most of them seemed to, that they now stood a fighting chance of stopping this terrible new enemy. It wouldn’t be too late for either the hostages, or the world. Not if the Justice League had anything to say about it.
And Kyle would bank anything on the say of his team. Anything.
Or so he thought.
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to be continued ...
Part One, "In Terrorem" can be found HERE.
Part Two, "Ex Hypothesi" can be found HERE.