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Posted by Blue Beetle
on 8/20/2008, 7:57 pm
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I sit beside his bed, he's a good friend. I feel responsible for letting this happen to him. The OMAC was supposed to be my responsibility not his. They have him hooked up to a variety of machines, I'm not sure if any are really helping his condition though. What little I know of Martian physiology is that it's not even remotely like ours. As I sink my head into my hands for what seems like the hundredth time, I hear the mumbles from outside the room. The doctor assigned to J'onn is talking to someone, a woman with a voice that turns the air around it into ice. My face becomes flush with anger; the Royals haven't even bothered with me since we got back. I stand up and walk briskly outside, pausing at the door-way and glancing back at J'onn. I'm sorry.
"Where is she?" My voices echoes off of the catacomb like walls of the Castle. I watch as the pawns stop what they are doing and turn their attention towards me. The doctor steps out of my way, he seems like a nice guy but I'm not sure he even knows what he's doing in this situation.
"Reporting to the President and a closed meeting of the Security Council." Sasha saunters towards me, to her right walks Jessica Midnight, her Bishop. Midnight's hand moves over the sidearm around her waist. She really thinks I'm a threat?
"Well, that's not going to work. My rant only works if she's here and I don't feel like going back and rewriting it, so I guess you're just going to have to sit through it." I should have known that she would bolt as soon as she got the OMAC.
"Unfortunately your opinion doesn't matter much." Midnight's glare is sharp, she's about as intimidating as Sasha only without the OMAC parts which probably makes her a little scarier. Sasha looks at me and then whispers something in her companion’s ear. Midnight nods to her to superior before glaring at me one more time for good measure before leaving.
"Come with me Ted." I follow her to her office, two guards stand outside the door like statues. Her office is large, larger then mine back home. Although a little smaller then Bruce's, I guess she's got some humility.
"You did good work out in the field, took down two OMAC's all by yourself." She sits at the desk, the afternoon sun shining bright through the large panoramic windows. I can see tiny pieces of dust floating in the rays. I've been in J'onn's room so long my sense of time has completely lapsed. I'm not sure when the last time I slept was.
"I had some help." Mari and J'onn did all the heavy lifting because I couldn't. When we got back they immediately rushed Mari into a debriefing before sending her out in the field again, they said they wanted to use her abilities for reconnaissance. I don't like getting her involved in all this; it blurs the lines, makes things fuzzy. Because of that line J'onn is where he is.
"Well it was your plans that put down both of them." Sasha presses a button on her intercom, the blinds of the room close at a slow dramatic pace as a large LCD monitor shimmers over the book case. I'm guessing it's full of first editions; I'd love to read through them sometime. Barbara would love it even more then I would.
I watch as news coverage from all of the world flashes across the screen in what seems like a never ending montage. OMAC's. At least a dozen in a dozen different countries. I watch as those countries heroes engage with the creatures only to fail.
"Has anyone?" I ask, hoping that no one has died.
"No, not yet. Mainly because of this." She presses another button on the now glowing intercom, more footage begins to play. I watch as a group of heroes engages them, they hail from various countries scattered across the globe. The OMAC's put up a fight and don't go down easily but soon find themselves overpowered by the group of individuals.
"No way." I mumble, the frames stop each freezing on the same image. "He's not?"
"That's what we thought at first too, but Michael and I think there is more to this then what we know." She says as I continue to stare at the navy and gold figure posed heroically over each of the OMACs.
"You think Waller?"
"She's more concerned about her own little world and operations. She used you...us, to get a hold of the OMAC, God only knows what she'll do with it now. Whatever this is, it's outside her tunnel vision." Sasha turns her chair towards the blinds that begin to reopen; I cover my eyes with the palm of my hand in order to ease the transition back to light. "Thinker."
The T-sphere floats from the corner, projecting the holographic visage of the Thinker in all it's life sized glory.
"Afternoon, have I missed nap time?" I don't trust him, he's an A.I. or something beyond A.I. they usually end up causing trouble in the long run. But Michael trusts him which probably means I should.
"Tell him about Middleton, about why the Martian was having so much trouble." She barks out the order without thinking twice.
"Ah fascinating thing. Being a fellow man of science Mr. Kord you will truly appreciate it. Not only was there a telepathic influence controlling the populace. But there was a temporal bubble around the entire town, starting the moment you engaged the OMAC." I listen to the Thinker's words processing the information as he talks. "The temporal bubble offset the events happening inside by merely hundredths of seconds but it acted as an amplifier to the psychic force..."
"The reason J'onn's where he is. It would be like having a nail drilled into your head, over and over, to have a presence like that playing with your mind." Good, a possibly brain dead Martian, I really feel like hitting something. Why does Waller have to be in Washington?
"Exactly, the temporal bubble would also explain our inability to use Boom Tubes to provide back up." Thinker enables another hologram, showing the sphere of influence around the town.
"So you think the OMAC is capable of this?" I ask, if they are capable of this, we're in big trouble, more so then we already are.
"No, your autopsy of the OMAC provided us with the template they use to adapt in battle, no where on the template are temporal abilities." The hologram of the town changes to that of an OMAC, and a list of their known abilities.
"So you think Booster is involved then? Just because..." It doesn't take a genius to figure out where this is going.
"He came back in time from the future and is currently leading a team that's reaching the hotspots which the OMAC's are manifesting just in time." Sasha chimes; I'd forgotten she was in the room. "All the major news networks are running stories on the Global Guardians, they're the United Nations shimmering beacon of hope in all of this. Right now they're more popular then the Justice League or the Avengers ever were."
"Because they're fighting an outbreak that the United States Government is responsible for creating and for covering up?" I think I detect a hint of jealousy in her voice. To my knowledge Checkmate and the U.N. have yet to release that information in fear of a global panic. I think I agree with him.
"No, because they are doing something that appears to be proactive. They're fighting the bad guys, and the OMAC's." She replies back. "You made first contact with Booster Gold when he came to this time, you know him the best out of anybody. We need you to talk to him to see what he knows."
I just nod and walk out of the room, I feel dirty, more so then usual. Now I'm spying on my friends, people who trust me and I'm going to give them a reason not to. I reach into the pocket of my pants and pull out a blue cell phone. I hit the numbers out of instinct; there have been so many times that I've wanted to call her in the last couple days. I press my back against the marble wall of the Castle. She picks up after the first ring.
"Ted?" Her voice is almost as whisper.
"Yeah..." I'm sure I scared her half to death, calling at this time. She's been really great the last few weeks.
"Ted, are you there? What's wrong?" Her words ring in my ears as I slump against the wall. I just listen to her voice and the sound of her breathe against the receiver before I reply.
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