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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."

Date: 2006-11-17 10:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mari-mccabe.livejournal.com
Vixen pushes herself off of Gar, her eyes wild and feral. "You. Clung. On. To. Me!" she spits out as she channels a grizzly bear, taking a few swipes at Gar.

Retapping into the morphogenetic field is beginning to take its toll on Vixen, but she refuses to show it.

Date: 2006-11-17 10:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gar-logan.livejournal.com
He pushes his body back with his legs, backpedalling, narrowly being clawed, his shirt collecting a rip or three, catching himself before falling to the deck.

That's it.

He snaps, leaping up, shifting into a Western lowland gorilla form, swinging a meaty punch directly for her head.

Date: 2006-11-17 10:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mari-mccabe.livejournal.com
It's a hit that connects.

Hard.

Date: 2006-11-17 10:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gar-logan.livejournal.com
He takes no chances, and swings a follow up from the other side.

He will not let the others be let down. He will not see more people fall.

Well, except her.

Date: 2006-11-17 10:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mari-mccabe.livejournal.com
She didn't even have time to react to the first punch.

The last thing she sees before she passes out is a somewhat feral green ape.

It's not her most graceful exit.

Date: 2006-11-17 11:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gar-logan.livejournal.com
Gar's pulse is still racing.

As it eventually slows down to a normal pace, he looks down at her body, sprawled across the deck as he shifts to his human form.

He holds a hand over his mouth.

He just knocked out a JLA member.

He knocked her out...

What have I done?!

It takes him a moment or two to shake himself out of it. There'll be consequences later, but right now, the world needs their help.

He checks her vitals, then moves out to check the on the others.

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