The Safe House

[jla-antimatter.livejournal.com]

In Limbo, floating in a sea of white nothingness, the Justice Underground has their last bastion of safety - the only place where they can retreat from the grasping hands of the Syndicate, the Lodge, and all the other organizations that would cheerfully see them annihilated.

Man O' War sits at the monitors, fingers twitching, desperate for action. He drew the short straw and had to stay behind - somebody always does - but Luthor's plan was dangerous in the extreme. He does not like sitting idly.

And then the air rips apart for a split second, and strangers emerge. His face hardens as he hefts his trident - three invaders, two women and a man - who could have sent them?

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[reducing-ray.livejournal.com]

Atom grunts noncomittally. He's anxious to get moving.

he mutters, under his breath.

[jla-antimatter.livejournal.com]

She looks at the positive-matter hero doubtfully, but says nothing.

[reducing-ray.livejournal.com]

Ray catches the glance, but says nothing. Instead, he merely shrugs. They don't know Batman. Seems like yesterday the man took down -- what was it? Three? Five? -- white martians all on his own. He's the most dangerous man alive.

Instead, he gets to work.

"While we're waiting for Luthor, do we have any schematics we can go over? Blueprints for their headquarters?"

[jla-antimatter.livejournal.com]

Silently, the Mournful Man taps a panel of the computer with his cane, and a holographic projection of the schematics of the Panopticon flickers above them in the middle of the room.

[jla-antimatter.livejournal.com]

Man O' War starts gesturing at the diagram.

We can do a direct teleport in-and-out, but establishing the teleport field tends to react dangerously with atomic energy chains. We need to stay at least one hundred meters away from any of the power couplings - they're marked in yellow.

A pause.

The newcomers will note that there's no place within the damn thing where you're less than fifty meters from a power coupling. The Syndicate redesigned it when they figured out how to counter our teleportation tech.

[sexy-huntress.livejournal.com]

Huntress scans the schematic, hand on one hip. "That would be where the stealth part comes in." She glances over at Atom. "Is it too much to expect that someone like Atom, who can shrink to almost microscopic size, could get in under their surveillance?"

[reducing-ray.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm ... if the sensors can be beat that way, then either I'd have to disable the security from the inside, or we'd have a two second window where I could bring people in. That last option's a bit too close for comfort without a Flash handy to compress the working time."

[jla-antimatter.livejournal.com]

She points at a portion of the diagram.

Look here. This coupling pattern is interjoined and has an external facing. If we destroy the external coupling, we blow out that entire power grid - that gives us seven floors to work in -

[jla-antimatter.livejournal.com]

He claps his hands to an unheard beat.

Trap. Crap. Extra lap. Quick'll be sicker cause he knows that map.

[reducing-ray.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Yeah. The moment they see a power failure, they'll be on us like chocolate on peanut butter. Even at microscopic size, Ultraman will find me. So if we do it that way, we need a false positve signal to be maintained at all times, as opposed to the signal going out."

[sexy-huntress.livejournal.com]

"Hacking their systems, or at least their power grid?" Huntress frowns, and mutters to herself. "That's a tall order, especially if they have someone like Owlman on their side."

[reducing-ray.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but not undoable..."