Post by Nightvision on Oct 13, 2011 7:58:52 GMT -5
GREEN LANTERN AND FLASH
Two heroes on guard detail in the Metro Tower, the Justice League's station in Metropolis. Flash has the green robot, Green Lantern has the red one. They push the buttons, gleefully shouting and laughing as the pastic combatants bash each other. Neither man pays as much attention to the monitors as they should. What for? Those things are automated and will ring anyway if anything interesting happens.
"I'm still not sure you're not cheating with your super-speed," Green Lantern grumbles when his robot falls down.
"What, me cheat?" Flash laughs. "If I used my super-speed, the plastic would melt. Trust me, Kyle, this is one game where I can't possibly cheat. That's why I like it."
Green Lantern is about to reply, when the... phone rings. The Leaguers exchange a raised-eyebrow look.
"The phone?" Green Lantern asks. "I didn't even know we have one."
"That's so 20th century," Flash agrees and in the same blink of an eye answers the call. "Flash here, whassup?"
"My name is Ryan Choi," the man at the other and says. Flash can tell by the voice that Ryan is no older than he or GL.
"Yo, Ryan, howdy. What's your problem, and how'd you get this number anyway? Even I don't know this number."
"Professor Palmer told me to call this number if anything, well, out of the ordinary happens."
Flash blinks, then he remembers that Professor Palmer is the Atom's real name.
"Ooookayyy...?"
"I need help. Look, I know about Professor Palmer's... other life. That's why I call. He's missing."
"Uhm, maybe you just can't see him?"
"No, I could see him just fine when the giant robot crashed through the ceiling and abducted him."
HAWKGIRL
Hawkgirl hates mail call. The only mail she ever gets is hate-mail from those who can't forget the Thanagarian Crisis. At least she knows that the mail is scanned as it is teleported up from the PO boxes in Metropolis and Gotham City, where the Justice League's smail mail is collected. So she isn't worried about the package in her mail slot. She opens it. Inside is a scrapbook. Hawkgirl frowns. Why would anyone send her a scrapbook. Apprehensively, she turns open a random page.
Inside the scrapbook are articles about missing scientists. Recent articles, too. Shayera frowns again when a piece of paper falls out of the book. She picks it up. Inside is a ticket to a theater in Metropolis. The ticket is for Seat 3D of today's 8 pm performance of Death of A Salesman. The piece of paper turns out to be a note.
'I know who's next.'
SUPERMAN
Clark Kent stretches at his desk. Stifling a yawn, he watches Lois take a phone call. He's tempted to listen in on it, but he knows better. A good reporter doesn't steal anyone else's headline. And considering how excited Lois looks, whatever that phone call is is definitely headline material. She puts the phone down and runs off. Yup, definitely headline stuff.
The status on his computer monitor tells him that his day's work is done. The article on Intergang's latest scheme, foiled by Superman and Batman working together, is finished, approved and off to the printing department. Time to go home, Clark thinks. Maybe I'll put in some patrol time...
"Great Cesar's Ghost," he hears the voice of Perry White, his editor in chief, call out. "What in the name of all that's holy is that?"
Clark hears fear and worry in Perry's voice. What could worry such a veteran newsman to that extent? Clark swivels his chair 180 degrees and has a look with his super-vision.
All right, he thinks, this is definitely a reason to worry. He looks around to make sure that nobody pays any attention to him, then he heads for his favorite broom closet.
Because that army of flying giant robots that has almost reached Metropolis is definitely a job for Superman.
Two heroes on guard detail in the Metro Tower, the Justice League's station in Metropolis. Flash has the green robot, Green Lantern has the red one. They push the buttons, gleefully shouting and laughing as the pastic combatants bash each other. Neither man pays as much attention to the monitors as they should. What for? Those things are automated and will ring anyway if anything interesting happens.
"I'm still not sure you're not cheating with your super-speed," Green Lantern grumbles when his robot falls down.
"What, me cheat?" Flash laughs. "If I used my super-speed, the plastic would melt. Trust me, Kyle, this is one game where I can't possibly cheat. That's why I like it."
Green Lantern is about to reply, when the... phone rings. The Leaguers exchange a raised-eyebrow look.
"The phone?" Green Lantern asks. "I didn't even know we have one."
"That's so 20th century," Flash agrees and in the same blink of an eye answers the call. "Flash here, whassup?"
"My name is Ryan Choi," the man at the other and says. Flash can tell by the voice that Ryan is no older than he or GL.
"Yo, Ryan, howdy. What's your problem, and how'd you get this number anyway? Even I don't know this number."
"Professor Palmer told me to call this number if anything, well, out of the ordinary happens."
Flash blinks, then he remembers that Professor Palmer is the Atom's real name.
"Ooookayyy...?"
"I need help. Look, I know about Professor Palmer's... other life. That's why I call. He's missing."
"Uhm, maybe you just can't see him?"
"No, I could see him just fine when the giant robot crashed through the ceiling and abducted him."
HAWKGIRL
Hawkgirl hates mail call. The only mail she ever gets is hate-mail from those who can't forget the Thanagarian Crisis. At least she knows that the mail is scanned as it is teleported up from the PO boxes in Metropolis and Gotham City, where the Justice League's smail mail is collected. So she isn't worried about the package in her mail slot. She opens it. Inside is a scrapbook. Hawkgirl frowns. Why would anyone send her a scrapbook. Apprehensively, she turns open a random page.
Inside the scrapbook are articles about missing scientists. Recent articles, too. Shayera frowns again when a piece of paper falls out of the book. She picks it up. Inside is a ticket to a theater in Metropolis. The ticket is for Seat 3D of today's 8 pm performance of Death of A Salesman. The piece of paper turns out to be a note.
'I know who's next.'
SUPERMAN
Clark Kent stretches at his desk. Stifling a yawn, he watches Lois take a phone call. He's tempted to listen in on it, but he knows better. A good reporter doesn't steal anyone else's headline. And considering how excited Lois looks, whatever that phone call is is definitely headline material. She puts the phone down and runs off. Yup, definitely headline stuff.
The status on his computer monitor tells him that his day's work is done. The article on Intergang's latest scheme, foiled by Superman and Batman working together, is finished, approved and off to the printing department. Time to go home, Clark thinks. Maybe I'll put in some patrol time...
"Great Cesar's Ghost," he hears the voice of Perry White, his editor in chief, call out. "What in the name of all that's holy is that?"
Clark hears fear and worry in Perry's voice. What could worry such a veteran newsman to that extent? Clark swivels his chair 180 degrees and has a look with his super-vision.
All right, he thinks, this is definitely a reason to worry. He looks around to make sure that nobody pays any attention to him, then he heads for his favorite broom closet.
Because that army of flying giant robots that has almost reached Metropolis is definitely a job for Superman.
