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Posted by Blue Beetle
on 8/21/2008, 6:30 pm
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"No signs of forced entry?" I crouch down looking for any clue that the police might have missed. I'm sure a man dressed in a blue costume at the scene of a crime is a laughable site.
"None. We checked the security camera feed as well and that was another dead end. Looks like your security system experienced a massive surge which shorted it until the back up generators came on. If you hadn't called me to check up on Ms. Case..." Max Fisher leans on his cane. It's been a little over a year since he was shot while investigating a case; his hand is white from his vice like grip. He hates every minute that he has to use the damn thing, I think I would too.
"We'll have our people keep looking into things, if you need anything....." He turns around, shifting his weight; I can see the strain that it puts on his body from slight cringe on his face. I watch as he directs the remaining investigators out. He herds them like a dog herding sheep, he loves it. He's been kind enough to buy me a few minutes to try and figure things out.
I pace around the room, this is my entire fault; I should have figured that they would have come after her, that it was only a matter of time.
"You know if you keep your face that way it will freeze in place." I turn around to see who the new voice belongs to. Betty Kane, the former heroine known as Flamebird and most currently known as Lady Bug walks through the open glass door that the police had been trying to glean for finger prints. "Heya Boss man. I came as soon as I heard, we'll get her back."
We, there's that word again, can I put any more of the people who trust me in danger? Their trust in me has already landed two people in the hospital, and the woman I care for, the woman I.....
"I'll leave you two alone, the press is already chopping at the bit to get a sound bite on this one, and I better go appease them with a no comment." Max walks towards the door, his cane making a distinct click against the tile floor. Betty doesn't waist anytime, once the door is shut, she moves so fast that I can't even brace myself. I feel her arms wrap around my body, I can feel the tears against my uniform.
"I thought...and then....and now....I....." I can only make out a few words between the sobs, for all of her eagerness to be met with this harshness. After everything that happened in Gotham last year, she came to me for help and guidance, I was more then willing; Dan would have done it without hesitation. And look how well I've done with that, she needs someone to be strong, and I'm not sure if I'm that person, I couldn't even save Mel.
"It's going to be OK, but I'm going to need you to do a few things for me." I push her away slightly, a firm grasp around her shoulders. She pushes up the gold goggles that cover her eyes and wipes away the few lingering salty tears.
"Now listen, if they went after Melody, they could go after anyone that is close to me, anyone that I care about, so that means you and Jamie could be in danger. And probably actually are in danger." Jamie has the Scarab, and knowing how smart he is can probably handle himself, but Betty... "You're going to take the Bug, the one down in the hanger, the prototype I was tinkering with before Gotham, before Opal, and go to El Paso to check up on him. Stay at a hotel under a false name until I contact you, things are only going to get worse and when they do I want you safe."
"Ok, what are you going to do? Do you know who is even behind this?" She always knows how to ask the right questions, making her Melody's secretary was definitely a mistake.
"I've got a couple theories, but right now I think we have bigger issues." I point out the glass window towards the sky above Lake Michigan. They start as small specs, dots, in the distance but get larger as they approach. At least a hundred activated OMAC's float above the city, more and more are becoming active, someone is putting the final pieces in place.
"Go, now! It's got a temporary cloak so those things won't notice but you need to hurry." I almost have to push her down into the Bug's Nest. I close the secret panel behind her and find myself alone in an office which I struggle to remember. The last time that I was here, Opal City had just been attacked, and I gave my mask to Melody before running off. I reach into one of the compartments on my belt taking out the communicator that I had given J'onn, after Mari's frantic call I had contacted him, besides Clark he would be one of the few who could handle a feral Vixen in a fight.
"J'onn? You there?" I speak into the communicator, my eyes wandering back to the OMACs which continue to hover, like stone sentinels standing watch.
"Hello Theodore." He's using my full name that means I'm either A.)in trouble or B.) things are going from bad to worse. At this point I'd settle for A.
"Did you find Vixen?" She had found Ollie's place a mess, and proceeded to lose it, I don't blame her.
"We found her; she is doing quite well, would you like to talk to her?" He asks, unusually chatty.
"No but I think we should meet up, where are you?" Max pushes the door to my office open; he doesn't say a word instead he just watches leaning on his oak cane. He must have stalled as long as he could.
"Gotham." For once couldn't it be somewhere else. I hear Antarctica is nice this time of year.
"The OMACs have seemingly taken position not only across the United States but the world as well. The Department of Defense still has no comment on what is happening, some experts speculate that former President Lex Luthor who has eluded authorities for months is making a power play of some kind, while others state the activation of the OMACs, who haven't been seen since World War III is a signal of some kind of invasion." The reporter stares into the camera the OMAC's continuing hover above him.
"Thanks for the report Jack. In case you're just joining us that was Jack Ryder reporting live from down town Metropolis. We're going to take a short break and when we return Henry Gyrich will be joining us in studio for a live interview and his thoughts on this perplexing turn of events." Trish Tilby's image fades to black as the TV in the hospital room quietly turns off.
"Thanks Skeets." Michael Carter stands in front of the room's small mirror, droplets of water run down his face. Picking up one of the towels he wipes it off, his hand still has a strange metallic hue to it, a result of the OMAC virus which he had some how contracted.
"Sir I still do not think that this is a good idea, after all...." Skeets hovers closer to his partner.
"I'm not in the mood for a lecture." Michael lifts the top half of his suit over his arms; he winces as pain shots through the left side of his body. His uniform has seen better days, the right gauntlet is completely destroyed, and Skeets was only able to repair half of the left one, a long crack runs down the middle of his golden glasses, small pieces of the cybernetics which compose the bulk of the suit lie exposed.
"Darn I had one prepared and everything." The new voice takes both Skeets and Michael by surprise, Michael grabs the sink, catching himself from falling.
"Doctor Hunter?" Skeets immediately identifies the man dressed in red and green as Doctor Rip Hunter, Time Master.
"Let's go you two; we have a mess to clean up." Rip states, the area around him shimmering from the distortion of his Time Sphere, it looks similar to the one that Michael and Skeets had "borrowed" to come back in time in the first place.
"Given Michael’s work experience that sounds like a job he should be able to handle." Skeets floats towards the rift in time with Michael following close behind him.
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