Noah Kuttler groaned internally.
Come on, come on! Just a little more...
He was so close, really. Just a few more thousandths of a degree and they'd be within the accepted margin of error. Of course, you could always try to open an interspacial vortex between two buildings while outside of the safety parameters, but only if you were stupid and enjoyed being part of a wall.
On the desk beside him was a small, silver box that looked an awful lot like an old tape recorder. Funny how a super-advanced alien computer would look so... plain.
The box had a large segment removed from one side, with wires inserted to connect it to Kuttler's significantly more stylish but less powerful laptop, where he was attempting to make up for the damaged circuits Sportsmaster continued to insist Batman had somehow damaged.
Sighing, Kuttler ran the diagnostic program again. He was so close, he could almost...
The diagnostic came back green. The program was good to go.
This so surprised Kuttler that he blinked a couple of times to make sure it was true. He then proceeded to punch the air, which was his personal way of telling the universe who's boss.
Rolling his neck, Kuttler reached for the radio sitting next to him when his computer beeped. An alert flashed on the screen.
The Fatherbox was detecting something, but what...?
The screen told him and he suddenly wished it hadn't.
Aw crap.
Snatching up the radio, Kuttler fumbled with the buttons briefly before he hit the right one.
"Uh, guys? This is Kuttler. The boom tube is ready and you're going to want to get back here. ASAP!"
Rocket's frustrating continued failure to come up with a brilliant escape plan was interrupted by a groan from Aqualad, who seemed to be waking up.
One of the guards raised his shotgun, and the other one went for the remote that controlled the shock collars. Evidently, Aquaman's protégé had them a little more concerned than little old Rocket.
She'd be jealous except that scaring men with guns was a category she felt okay coming in second in.
"Hey, fish boy" said Goon #2. "I don't want any more trouble, alright? Just sit there for a few more minutes until we can move you, got it?"
Aqualad glared at the man, but stayed silent. Obviously his first attempt at escape had not gone well.
"Rocket, are you alright?" he finally said, quietly.
"Hey! No talking!" said Goon #1.
"I'm fine" Rocket whispered quickly. A lie, but hardly the worst one she could tell. It's not like she could just say 'I poisoned your friend under mind control, electrocuted another one while still under, was murdered in a psychic hallucination and got electrocuted myself' and think that would improve the situation.
I am going to be in so much trouble once we get out of here.
IF we get out of here she corrected herself.
Suddenly, there was a metallic click and the door swung open. The two guards tried to swing around their weapons to confront the intruder, but lowered them once they saw who it was.
Black Manta strode into the room, urgency evident in his movements.
"We are leaving" he said to the guards. "Now."
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FanfictionThe Light has had enough of the Team's meddling in their affairs. It is time that these sidekicks be removed from the board once and for all, by any means available and by any means necessary. It is time for Operation Guillotine. There will be no me...
