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Somewhere in New Jersey

The Titans' arrival is silent and swift, determined and precise. Before the shadow of the jet falls over the state line, Nightwing is relaying the plan to the rest of the team.

"Starfire, flank the building and come around from the rear. Hit it hard, make sure they can't get out. Robin, hit the power on that place. Don't wait, Wonder Girl and Nightstar - get inside and do what you do best. Kid Flash, Jesse, you're looking for anything in there while they're being kept busy that can give us an edge on this damned virus. Omen, keep tabs on any magic users in there. Flamebird, Speedy, follow me in after the heavy hitters do their thing. We're on cleanup."

He pauses to check the instrumentation. "And whoever finds Light... make sure you hurt him."

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There are about three times as many S.T.A.R. Labs outposts that are not known to the general public as there are known. This particular one, in a remote area of upstate New Jersey that was once an F.B.I. research center, is one of those outposts.

Their specialty? Pharmaceutical and disease research.

And Degeneration Y has had these scientists working for the last 18 hours or so. Straight.

Nerves are raw, on edge. They haven't had TIME to watch television.

Still, they keep working...

Acknowledged.

Meanwhile, a mile away in a nondescrpit hotel room that will look like the Sex Pistols armed with a tornado hit it when the maid comes the next day, Psimon focuses the new found hybrid he power at his disposal along with years of hatred at coming so close to crushing this team. His thoughts aren't even words, just anger, hate, and barely contained euphoria. It will feel so good and right for the Titans to attack this place. It is such a good way to take their fear and inaction regarding their whelps away.

He's only a little disappointed that the Titan leader overseeing his last...misstep...seems off-world. The JSA's little Frankenstien is here however and very frightened...very directionless...

Push

Pandimonium reigns. They've read about things like this. Heroes going mad.

"Mayday...To whoever is listening at the JLA...Help...Help...We are being attacked!"

Psimon smiles gleefully. The fight has been joined. Within the Titan's minds he finds an old weapon that he hones against new fears. There's always been a generation gap between the mentors and students...A certain mistrust that comes with age and compounded by disagreements and distance both real and perceived.

To the Titans...The JLA are coming in again...Interfering with lethal misunderstanding and self-righteousness again and this time it will cost them their family - their children...

To the JLA...The Titans are young and headstrong...less experienced...less cognizant of the big picture involved...They are endangering the world yet again with their recklessness and their battle makes no sense...

They need to be stopped!

What could have driven the Titans over the edge so quickly? They had to be stopped.

Using the Watchtower's teleporter she appears above the scene to survey it first before diving in head first.

Superman arrives in the vicinity and sees utter chaos below. He scans quickly to try and find Nightwing, or Cyborg, someone he can find out what's going on from.

Using the Watchtower's teleporter systems, Blue Beetle is quickly on the scene, looking around for the rampaging Titans, and monitoring a variety of sensory equipment built into the robotic avatar.

The TITANS are attacking STAR Labs? What the hell is going on?

Wally's a Titan forever and one of the big-name Leaguers. So he races to the scene, hoping he can figure out what the hell is going on - maybe he can play peacemaker.

Huntress materializes on the rooftop, bo staff in hand. That's the Titans' jet alright, is her first thought as she looks up at the hulk that casts an ominous shadow over her. Her gaze drops to the roof access door that's open and banging steadily against the stiff breeze.

She sets off at a run.

He doesn't have the adverse reaction his dad has to transporters, but it still disorients him for a moment. He ducks down a hallway.

Damn it! They're always so governed by their passions. All of them. If they just stopped to think for three seconds and let us handle it...

The call to the JLA about the Titans isn't something that Batman answers directly or even acknowledges: as one might anticipate, he simply acts. Using the Watchtower's teleporter (and a newly designed method to work its controls remotely), the Dark Knight has arrived at the lab with but one thought on his mind: to get to the bottom of this.

Thus, while the more visible members of the Justice League are moving in to take control of the situation, Batman is covertly entering the labs to find that situation's root cause and eliminate it. It's how he works.

Meanwhile, Marcia has a small news crew from a local TV station with her. It was an easy sell for the station to have someone in her offices standing by in case "the big bad guy," chose to send something else. He wouldn't of course. The film crew was for this...

"Oh my God!" she shrieks and points to the brawl. "What in His name are they doing?!"

Like good little trained monkeys, cameras focus on the fight in short order.

Hawkman soars over the chaos, trying to analyze what's going on, and hoping to pinpoint a way to put an end to it.

His jaw is clenched tight, and he's also looking for places to intercede to give his teammates an edge...

She watches. She does not see.

She listens. She does not hear.

Augmented anger and distrust shelter her senses. Mystical mirrors of blood and paint disguise the truth. That which is light. That which is dark. To her, there is no distinction. Nightwing said to follow. So she does. There is no question of his authority.

A deception does she face.

Having already knocked away two guards in gorilla form, he shifts shape into a rhinoceros, charging the personnel, plowing through any remaining armed guards still firing at the others as they continue their hunt, crushing the metal underfoot.

They picked a bad day to piss off an animal shifter.

Omen has won her battle, but not the war (http://community.livejournal.com/jla_watchtower/1030356.html?thread=28993236#t28993236). Rage and agression from so many familar minds continues to build on itself like and avalanche. The telepath is winded from her battle while many lay wounded, some critically.

And the building is on fire.

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