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It had already been a trying 24 hours or so for the nurses.

It had started with the new superflu. Or so they had thought, even though it began a couple weeks after the onset of the superflu was recorded. The kids in the ward were getting sick. Chills, vomiting - it was heart-sickening to see the kids so miserable.

Then the symptoms intensified. Children cried for their mothers. One had fallen into a coma. The emergency room soon began to overflow with similar cases.

That morning, one of the children in the unit, who had already been battling AIDS, died, less than 24 hours after getting sick. The other kids were hanging in there, but most of the nurses and doctors were already pulling double shifts.

This is what's happening in one of the many hospitals in San Francisco. The scene is the same at other hospitals as well.

In Gotham.

Metropolis.

Star City.

New York City.

Chicago.

Bludhaven.

Opal City.

Central City.

Keystone City.

St. Roch

Ivytown.

And on. And on. And on.

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It wasn't easy tracking down the Shadow Thief, but the information gained was worth the effort... and now, he's comatose and in custody as well. The only way it would be better is if Sands was dead. Aiding Dr. Light like that... even if he's learned his lesson, he had to know what the monster was about.

The active League members have been summoned, because a plan of action has to be decided upon immediately, and enacted as fast as possible, so Hawkman's called it.

He never sits down at these meetings. He stands, arms crossed, waiting for everyone to arrive.

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Ray holds an allegedly mystical golden dagger in his hand, and stares at it in disbelief.

He and Sue Dibny had tracked down Sabastian Fasut, the son of the villain Felix Faust and a former member of the Outsiders, seeking clues on how to separate Jean Loring from the Enchantress.

Faust, annoyed by their presence, responded by taking them to the private hosptial room of the comatose June Moone ... once upon a time, the Enchantress' other half.

And then Faust told The Atom what he needed to do.

"You want me to slit my ex-wife's throat in order to save her? Are you nuts?

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Even by Detroit standards, it's not a great part of town. Most of the buildings surrounding "Descent," the bar where Palmer's supposed to be able to find Sabastian Faust, are abandoned, and the streetlights seem to all be malfunctioning as they near the place. The street's dark, save for the bar itself.

There, there's light and activity. Rough looking men in leather and chains, Goth girls vamped out in black lipstick and white face powder, a few gangbangers in the mix, all loitering outside, the sickly green neon of the sign barely shining through the haze of cigarette smoke. Thrash metal's playing on the stereo, audible even from the outside.

Ray park's the rental car and looks over at the crowd.

"Looks like a fun place," he says to Sue.

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The hot shower in his hotel room makes him almost human. He's been travelling by plane ... keeping away from the JLA transporters. Oh, he's still carrying a signal device, but he's not in th emood to deal with them if he doesn't have to.

And now he's in Detroit, where he flicked on the radio and Aretha Franklin was singing "R-E-S-P-E-C-T." It all seemed kind of appropriate.

The pieces are falling into place: He brought Ryan from China to fill his teaching post and to takeover as the Atom job. A phone call to Joto has him on hand to assist Ryan as he gets his balance. They're both rookies, but Ryan's a genius, and Joto's been around the block a few times.

And the talk with Blue Devil told him how to find Sabastian Faust. Soon, everything will be in place. He'll be able to deal with the Enchantress. Able to help Jean.

Assuming such a thing is possible.

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It's been a while since Ray's been to San Francisco. Idly, as he navigates the rental car through the narrow, hilly streets, he tugs at his memory to recall his last visit. Five years ago, fighting the Injustice League? That thing with IQ and the megacomputer virus?

"Geez," he thinks, "I've got to stop associating things with fights."

As he drives, he catches a glimpse of Titans Tower, and ponders stopping in to visit, but really, he's not feeling social, and frankly, his time with the Titans was ignoble, at best. Although he does briefly ponder calling Joto when he gets back, setting him up as Ryan's research assistant while he's gone.

"Gone," he thinks. "It sounds so ... final."

Still, the JLA seemed to get on with Ryan well. Hard to tell until you put them in a fight together, though, but Ryan will handle himself fine. Indeed, Ray feels a twinge of guilt about strongarming the JLA into taking his choice of replacements -- not that he's done anything official yet -- but really, they'd never give him a moment's peace otherwise. Sure, it's all good for a while, and then Julian September or Amazo pop up, and they hit their speed dial. It's not that they don't want to be supportive, it's just ...

"They don't get it," he says out loud as he pulls into the parking lot. "They really can't understand what this thing with Jean is like."

He flashes a security clearance and walks to the hospital wing, pushing everything else from his mind. He's got business ahead of him, an injured Justice Leaguer, although admittedly one he's not close to.

He raps on the door as he pushes it open.

"Blue Devil?" he says gently, making sure the hero is awake.

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The phone rings at Warriors -- the one in the back, out of sight of the customers. Really, only two things ever happen on that line: private calls for Guy, and sometimes the Atom travels through it. The bartender -- who's been startled too many times -- now reflexively checks the caller ID when it rings. Seeing it's an Ivy Town number, he picks up the phone handle and steps back, as Ray Palmer and a young, handsome Chinese man suddenly appear through the phone line.

"Hey," says Ray to the bartender, who orders a couple beers and heads out to grab a table.

"I don't know if I can handle this, Ray," says the young man. "I mean, running around as the Atom is totally cool, and fighting Chronos was awesome, but meeting the Justice League ..."

Ray smiles.

"It'll be fine, Ryan. Trust me, it's better to meet them in a casual environment, first."

Ryan Choi looks unconvinced.

"Right. Becasue casual is so happening right now."

"Have a beer, Doctor Choi. Trust me, if you can map the electron flow at a particle level, you can handle Hal."

Of course, he doesn't know who all Hal's roped into this sit-down, and some of the others are a bite more difficult than particle physics ...

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Plans are being made thinks Ray Palmer. Strategies to take out the nastiest, most personal array of villains the JLA have ever faced.

And frankly, I can't bring myself to give a damn about any of it. As far as I'm concerned, only one of them matters. The one I should have been there for all along. Jean. MY Jean. The Enchantress now.

Ray hits the monitors and begins his cursory scan. They all have their assignments vis a vis Dr. Light, of course, but he's got a couple side projects. And dealing with Jean is his top priority. That, and finding out everything he can about this Enchantress that seems to be controlling her. Or riding shotgun on her. Whatever.

"But I'm not abandoning my responsibilites," he says under his breath. "Not this time. Computer, run a trace for me. Outsiders file, 'Faust, Sebastian.'"

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The call has gone out to all members of the League, active and reserve, and those on the Watchtower are already filing into the meeting room. There will be those who cannot attend but there should be as many people here as possible.

Things have been stagnant since the Tribunal last year, the League is ever more reactionary and less proactive. Dr. Light and Slade are running their own organizations and how has it come so far that the other side is organized and the League is drifting?

It doesn't matter, today they will brief the League on what has happened and they will move on. It's time to finish the healing begun a year ago.

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It was not good news she brought to Ray Palmer, but it was news he needed to know. Diana didn't want him to find out the same way she had that Enchantress was Jean Loring, face to face in battle was not a good way to find out that someone has become what she had.

She walked over to where he was at the monitor and spoke in a voice that would not carry.

"Can you leave the monitor? There is something I need to speak to you about."

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With the Monster Society handled and Beetle's brilliance avoiding disaster from the villains' work, virtually all of the team involved in the fight is on the Watchtower, teleported there for safety and quick escape. (Having Sue and that Orion kid monitoring everything comes in handy.) They still have a few prisoners to handle, and then someone might want to tell Ray that Jean was spotted in the guise of Enchantress.

For his part, Batman would rather deal with securing the prisoners.

His walk even stiffer - and his manner even more growly - than usual thanks to the latest in a long line of rib and head injuries, Batman first makes certain the dangerous villains brought aboard are secured for processing. Admittedly, his method for doing so involves throwing them bodily into holding cells until they can be transferred to Earth for the authorities to handle. And then he heads for the computers, wanting to see all data about what just transpired. Something feels wrong, and it's damned sure more than Light not being taken down as easily as he should have.

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Ray Palmer wanted to be on the Dr. Light mission -- he's got as many axes to grind with him as just about anyone, save maybe Ralph -- but he's also monitoring a white dwarf implosion in Quadrant 4875 and talking a team of U.N. scientists through disarming a recovered Psion Science Cruiser with all sorts of nifty defense mechanisms, so monitor duty it is. At least he's not bored -- he's got the mission monitor ready and is ready for anything the team needs.

That's when the situation board lights up with a sudden flare of energy.

OMEGA-LEVEL DISTURBANCE -- LOCATION: DEATH VALLEY, CALIFORNIA -- SWITCHING TO AUTOMATIC NOTIFICATION -- JUSTICE LEAGUE MEMBERS ON OR NEAR SITE: ZATANNA (NO RESPONSE), ZAURIEL (NO RESPONSE), DR. FATE (RESERVE, NO RESPONSE) ...

"Holy ..." says Palmer, leaping to the communicator. "All hands, we've got an Omega Level disturbance ..."

But the lights on the board flicker out.

"What the ..."

It's OK, Ray, says a voice from the shadows. We've got it under control, but you can't send the JLA in there. They'll die. This is what Fate was warning Superman about.

"Who are you?" shouts Ray, frantic. "How the hell did you..."

The form steps out of the shadows.

"Oh. I know you ... but you're ..."

I am, says the figure. But that's never stopped me before. Just keep the capes out of there. We'll do the rest. I promise.

The figure disappears, and the board lights up again.

Ray gulps, he knows what he needs to do.

"This is the Atom broadcasting on all frequencies. Do not, repeat, do not intercede in the Omega-Level situation in California."

Ray's not a praying man, but he crosses himself anyway, and hopes to God he did the right thing right there.

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Ted speaks into his Justice League communicator, on a non-emergency channel, knowing the Watchtower's systems will record the message for the membership to listen to at their convenience.

"Blue Beetle, here. As you are all aware, I have been largely inactive in the League recently, due to an unfortunate physical condition that limited my ability to contribute - and as helpful as monitor duty is, I think I can do more."

Ted pauses as he thinks of how best to phrase what comes next.

"I've developed a .. tool that will allow me to ignore the physical condition. I feel I'm once again fit for more active duty in the League. I'm sure some of you will have questions about my solution.." Bruce. "..and I'm more than happy to answer those questions."

His tone lightens as the nervousness passes. "So give me a call here in the studio, we're taking requests on our All-Rock weekend here at WBTL. Beetle out."

Current Mood: anxious

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The surreal void where the floating remains of the Rock of Eternity now drift, has become a battlefield. Hordes of nightmarish monsters, called forth by the Dark Lord, wage a fierce battle atop a hill of the bodies of their fallen against the undying servant of dream, Mar’I Grayson, The Nightstar. Nearby, the sword of Ibn al’Xuffasc lies on a rock outcropping, it’s wielder fallen before the power of Mordru. In the far distance The Last Son of Krypton and the Lord of Apocalypse have come to a dangerous understanding.

Near the center of the conflict, Jade and Obsidian stand transformed in the wake of the disappearance of their father, Alan Scott the eldest of Earth’s Green Lanterns. The Atom and Zattana bear witness, having braved the power and threat of Eclipso, who is now caged within a newly forged Black Diamond of Obsidian’s making.

Close at hand the sometime villain Zard and the JSA’s leader Mister Terrific, engage in a battle of power and wit with the demonic bearer of the Seven Deadly Sins, Sabbac. Nearby, Green Lantern Travis and Sand Hawkins have combined their unique talents to vanquish a formidable foe, Johnny Sorrow. Bound in hood and chains of power ring origins, the villain now crouches helpless before the granite strength and power of Sand’s ‘gentle’ ministrations.

In the very center of this maelstrom however, is the architect of this madness, Mordru the Dark Lord. His schemes having been thwarted once more, he still retains his captives, Billy Batson, Freddie Freeman and Theo Adam. Gagged, and bound to the Rock of Eternity, these three were to be the touchstone to the Power of Shazam. A power that Mordru sought to use for his own dark ends. A power with which Doctor Fate, the champion of Nabu, has struck the Dark Lord down with. Though the mad sorcerer tried to subsume the power for himself, the Lightning of the gods was given to Fate to protect, and it is in this time and place that it’s fury has been revealed.

It was here, where victory was about to escape his grasp, that the Dark Lord played his final mad card in this deadly affair. His mind broken by the power of Fate and the fall of his pride, Mordru has uttered words that no being has heard in millennia. Those ancient intonations have unlocked barriers that are as old as time. Even now, creatures that were banished from our realm when the gods themselves where young, threaten to return to our world as their horrifying shadows can already be perceived as they push their way through the barriers of reality.

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Even for one as powerful as he, The Dark Lord has been put to the test. The Rock of Eternity long stood as a keystone for the shifting realities of the multiverse; as stabilizing element if you will. Having been shattered, it’s orderly influence upon ‘reality’ had begun to wane. Even now, other powers vied to wrest control over the nature of existence; thinking to take advantage of Chaos unchecked. Their efforts would be for naught. The Lord of Chaos held the fate of the universe in his hands even now and with the power not at his command, he would reshape the Rock of Eternity in his own image, and the entire universe would call Mordru, God.

“Stand ready Sorrow, the time is at hand.” The Dark Lord commanded.
“Eclipso, summon the power of the Starheart, a new age of Darkness awaits our summons. Sabbac, Darkseid bear witness to the fruits of your labor.”

Turning to their bound captives, Mordru raises his hands and lighting begins to sluggishly arc between, Billy, Freddie and Theo. Despite their determination the weilders of the Power of Shazam, cannot hold out for long.

"YES! Fight me! Your very resistance will make this victory all the sweeter" roars the Dark Lord as mad glee shines in his eyes.

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With the assembled heroes and allies ready, Ibn starts his ritual. Taking a bit of blood from Mary Marvel, he casts the rite first taught to him by Grandfather. As it completes, the needle inside of the bowl turns. Ibn points in that direction. "We need to move that way!"

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He only caught snippets of wht happened in Fawcett. He knows he has incoming, and wounded, but not who. The Atom is at his side, running data for the JLA.

He's got all JSA staff on alert, and Atom's keeping all JLA staff on standby.

All Hell has broken loose, and although he's not a religious man, he's starting to think that might be literal.

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A team is checking in on the Marvels. The magic is being researched. People are trying to reach Fate.

That leaves the detail work to him.

A lot of his teammates are brawlers, but in his mind, every situation is a mystery to be unravelled, a puzzle to be solved. "How" and "Why" are always the most relevant questions, especially when dealing with someone as powerful as Mordru or Eclipso. It's not a matter of just hitting them until they stop, it's knowing where to hit, and when.

He turns on the communication system, and sets it to all JSA and JLA frequencies, priority high.

"The is Mr. Terrific for the Justice Society," he says, and there's always a small flash in the back of his brain when he feels he's starting into a new mystery. "We need to reach the Green Lanterns that witnessed Captain Marvel's abduction, and we need Dr. Ray Palmer. Also seeking information on the whereabouts of Bruce Gordon and Jean Loring."

Well, he thinks to himself. THAT set of names will get some attention.

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She opens the door to Warriors a bit trepidaciously. Sunglasses are firmly in place to hide the black eyes and are pointedly not removed as she steps in completely.

She's dressed down for this: jeans, a black baby-doll t-shirt with two fist held together at the thumbs with pinkies extended that reads "Too much metal for one hand" and a pair of sneakers. Her hair is pulled back into a pony tail.

She mumbles polite "excuse me's" through the crowd to get to a quiet table and nods to the waitress that is instantly hovering beside her. She orders a black and tan with instructions to keep them coming until she's blind. It is delivered quickly. As she picks it up she grumbles.

"Alright, John Constantine. Let's see what the appeal to this is."

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The birthday boy is bound up tightly, struggling against the veritable demon that's attached itself to his very soul.

Thanks to Detective Chimp, they've also got an elemental and an all-powerful mage helping them out. Even with this struggle, some part of him is wondering how he'll ever pay the Chimp's bill.

The Avatar is glaring at them all, standing by its threat. If they remove the Hawk, the hawkling DIES.

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