Finishing touches

[tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com]

Open crates containing plastic wrapped components and pallets bearing specialized and custom made equipment formed a semi circle around the main terminal station and over sized High Density monitor. The overhead lights punctuated a stark contrast of light in the immediate area when compared to the deep shadows around. Now and then the flash of light from an arc-welder would flare up and the distinct smell of welded metal would cut sharply into the air.

Tim's legs stuck out from an exposed panel in the wall behind the steel and chrome workstation. The sounds of diligent labor partially muffled by the paneling testified to his connection to the evidence of the welder's activity.


"Amanda Waller."

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[krypton-or-bust.livejournal.com]

"No way."

Positioned as if reclining on a couch, Connor floated 5 feet above the immediate area where Tim was working. Half his concentration was on a game he was playing on his smart phone.


"Leslie Tompkins."

[king-marvel.livejournal.com]

"Okay, panic mode starting in 5, 4, 3...." CM3 his mind, digging up as much of Solomon's wisdom as he could. Kon-El gave off a telekinetic aura that would normally flag a metahuman a mile away. And as much as he despised asking, he could only help at the moment.

"You're not panicking you know. Because one of us has to keep it together, sooooo...I'm in the driver's seat on this one. Quarterbacking y'know?" He hovered in mid-air, closing his eyes to clear out any disturbances and then...

"There. Got him" With an arc, CM3 slowly approached the glow, trying to find the best way to announce himself.