Aboard the White Tiger

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The small spacecraft streaks silently through the darkness towards the coordinates given by Cyborg. Aboard, Nightwing and Black Lightning watch the readouts in silence, all the better to try and conceal their approach. Even the weapons remain at minimum power. The sensor grid sweeps the area, its screen constantly updating.

"Come on, you sneaky son of a bitch, I know you're out here..." Nightwing mutters under his breath, fingers moving across the controls. He and his copilot know that the second they make contact, it's going to be all or nothing.

A few more tense moments, then -

"Orion, Cyborg, this is Nightwing. We have a visual. Repeat, we have visual contact. Initiating defensive pattern Omega."

The ship banks sharply, as the sensor net begins releasing rapid infrared pulses, several thousand hertz above normal operating range. It's only a delaying tactic to prevent Brother I from locking on, but they'll need all the delays they can get.

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Orion's brow is deeply furrowed. "Come on, baby," he whispers to his computer as his fingers rapidly strike keys to hammer commands to the satellite's system, "get me a portal in."

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Systems protocol check. Passcode required for sysacess.

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"Yeah, I got your password," Orion smirks, submitting a routine to run through alphanumeric variations for passwords...one of the hacker tools he wrote himself.

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The lines of code begin to resolve in front of him, characters cycling like mad across his screen. The program is easily able to decipher the necessary amount of characters to fill in, dropping in three immediately:

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