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After parting ways with Barbara, Alex returned to his headquarters. His office was dimly lit, the glow of holographic screens illuminating the space. Dozens of blueprints floated in the air—schematics for weapons, drones, and experimental gadgets he hadn't revealed to anyone.
He had barely sat down when the air shifted.
Someone was here.
Alex didn't react immediately, but his senses sharpened. A presence—skilled, quiet, yet not entirely undetectable.
Assassin.
A whisper of movement came from the shadows behind him. A blade, thin and precise, cut through the air—aimed directly at his throat.
Alex moved.
His body reacted with inhuman speed, his hand snapping up like a viper. Before the assassin could even register what had happened, Alex's fingers pierced through his chest like a spear.
A sickening crunch.
The assassin's body convulsed, his eyes widening in shock. Blood dripped onto the polished floor as Alex held him effortlessly, his grip unyielding.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then, Alex twisted his hand.
The assassin let out a strangled gasp before his body went limp.
Alex pulled his hand free, letting the corpse collapse at his feet. He glanced down at the blood coating his skin, his expression completely neutral.
The Black Emperor and Red Priest Pathways had already enhanced his physical abilities, but the fool Pathway had pushed it even further. His raw strength and control now exceeded what most beings in this world consider Normality
He turned toward the shadows.
"You can come out now."
A slight shuffle of movement, and a second figure emerged from the darkness.
Tall. Cloaked. Watching.
Another assassin.
But this one didn't attack.
Instead, he studied the body on the floor, then looked at Alex with something akin to… respect? Fear?
"That was one of the best assassins in our order." The man's voice was low, edged with disbelief. "And you killed him instantly."
Alex wiped the blood off his hand, unimpressed. "Then your order is weak."
The assassin stiffened but didn't retaliate. Smart.
Alex leaned back against his desk. "Who sent him?"
The assassin hesitated. Then, after a long moment, he spoke.
"The League of Assassins."
Alex's eyes darkened slightly. Ra's al Ghul.
So, the Demon's Head was still interested in him.
Not unexpected.
He exhaled slowly. "Tell Ra's something for me."
The assassin tensed. "What?"
Alex's lips curled into something that wasn't quite a smile.
"Send someone stronger next time."
The assassin remained still, the weight of Alex's words settling into his bones. He glanced down at the corpse of his fallen comrade—the clean, efficient kill—and clenched his fists.
This wasn't just strength. It was something else. Something unnatural.
Alex stared at him, completely at ease. His crimson-stained fingers flexed slightly, as if testing their own power. His strength had grown. His mastery over his pathways was slowly solidifying, and even the smallest of movements now carried overwhelming force.
The assassin knew he had no chance.
Yet, he had a duty.
"Ra's al Ghul will not take this lightly," the man finally said, his voice steady despite the tension in his body. "Killing one of his assassins is an act of war."
Alex tilted his head. "No. Sending an assassin after me was an act of war."
The assassin said nothing.
Alex took a step forward. The mere movement made the air feel heavier. His presence alone was suffocating, as though reality itself bent slightly around him.
The weight of power.
The weight of a true ruler.
Black Emperor.
Paragon.
Fool.
These pathways, now at Sequence 8, were already shaping him into something beyond human.
"Tell Ra's this," Alex continued, his voice quiet but absolute. "I do not fear the League. I do not bow to it. And if he sends another assassin to my doorstep—" he looked down at the body, then back up, "—he will need a lot more than just one."
The assassin's jaw tightened. "…I will deliver your message."
Alex nodded. "Then leave."
The man hesitated for only a moment before vanishing into the darkness. His departure was swift, precise—like a phantom fading into the night.
Alex waited until he was sure the assassin was gone before he exhaled slowly.
His body still thrummed with power. The aftereffects of his recent advancements.
He clenched his fist.
Fool and Black Emperor's neighboring pathways had leveled up alongside them.
Fool's Pathway:
Error (Sequence 8) –.
Door (Sequence 8) –
Paragon's Pathway:
Sun (Sequence 8)
Black Emperor's Pathway:
Red Priest (Sequence 8).
Justiciar (Sequence 8)
Abyss (Sequence 8: Cold-Blooded) – The loss of his emotions.
Alex sighed. That was the true cost.
His ability to feel was fading, becoming something distant—something irrelevant.
He had expected it. The Abyss Pathway was known for this. Cold. Logical. Ruthless.
He ran a hand through his hair, his expression unreadable.
It didn't matter.
Emotions were a weakness in this world.
He had no use for them.
Alex stepped into his private lab beneath Aeternum Industries. The facility was heavily secured—completely off the grid, hidden even from Batman's prying eyes.
Here, his true work took place.
Large monitors displayed live feeds of his drones operating throughout Gotham. Each one executed precise maneuvers, patrolling streets, tracking movements, identifying potential threats.
The newest batch of drones was already in production—sleeker, faster, and equipped with adaptive learning.
A secondary screen displayed his prototype technology for heroes.
He scrolled through the list:
Reinforced Exo-Suits – Designed to enhance strength and durability for heroes without superpowers.
Neural Link Tactical Helmets – A cutting-edge interface that improved combat efficiency.
Non-lethal Capture Rounds – Specialized ammunition capable of disabling metahumans without causing fatal injuries.
"Batman will need more drones," he muttered to himself, recalling what Oracle had relayed earlier.
It wasn't a surprise. Gotham's crime rate made even 30 drones insufficient.
I'll increase production.
More drones meant more surveillance. More surveillance meant more control.
And control… was everything.
As he finalized the adjustments, an alert flashed on one of his screens.
His expression darkened.
The League of Assassins was moving.
Ra's al Ghul wasn't going to let this go.
Alex exhaled. "Let them come."
The dim glow of the monitors cast shadows across the underground lab as Alex leaned back in his chair. His fingers drummed lightly against the metal desk, his mind processing the data scrolling across the screen.
The League of Assassins had begun making moves.
Through his network of surveillance drones and information brokers, he had intercepted vague whispers—coded messages passed between operatives, sudden shifts in high-profile mercenary activity, and the disappearance of several assassins from known League outposts.
Ra's al Ghul was responding.
Good.
He had expected nothing less.
Alex stood, walking toward the massive digital display that outlined Gotham's criminal landscape. He traced a finger along the map, following the League's most recent movements.
No direct attacks. Not yet.
Ra's wasn't reckless. He wouldn't send another expendable assassin so soon—not after seeing how effortlessly Alex had dispatched the last one. This was a test.
The League wanted to observe.
To learn.
To understand exactly what they were dealing with.
Alex smirked. Let them try.
He wasn't some common target. He wasn't just another businessman playing in Gotham's underworld.
He was something beyond them.
Something they could never control.
Wayne Manor – The Batcave
Barbara Gordon adjusted her earpiece as she navigated the Batcave's complex database. She had spent the last two hours compiling reports, cross-referencing Alex Kent's known technological advancements with the new drones he had provided Batman.
The results were… frustrating.
Despite her best efforts, she still couldn't fully reverse-engineer them.
She leaned back, exhaling sharply. "This shouldn't be possible."
The drones Alex had given them were decades ahead of any technology currently available.
Silent flight. Adaptive tracking. Near-imperceptible to human and mechanical detection systems.
And the kicker?
They were self-repairing.
She glanced at Batman, who was standing in front of the Batcomputer, studying a report of his own.
"Still no weaknesses?" she asked.
Batman's silence was her answer.
She frowned. "I don't get it, Bruce. If Alex really wanted to keep these drones to himself, he could have. So why give them to us?"
"Control," Batman said simply.
Barbara raised an eyebrow. "Control?"
Batman turned slightly, his expression unreadable beneath the cowl. "By supplying us with technology only he can manufacture and maintain, he ensures that we rely on him."
Barbara considered that. It made sense.
But something still didn't add up.
"Then why isn't he selling them to anyone else?" she pressed. "If he was just trying to profit off of this, he could be making billions."
Batman's eyes narrowed.
"Because he's choosing who gets access," he said. "And that means he has an agenda."
Barbara leaned back in her chair, folding her arms.
An agenda.
That was the missing piece, wasn't it?
Alex wasn't just some genius inventor selling gadgets. He wasn't just handing over tech to the Justice League out of goodwill.
He was planning something.
And no one knew what.
Aeternum Industries – Private Research Division
Alex stood in front of a sealed containment chamber, watching as his latest creation was finalized.
The next generation of drones.
A prototype unlike any before it.
The sleek, black machine hovered within the chamber, a dull hum radiating from its compact, yet lethal frame. Unlike the previous models, this one was built for a different purpose.
Batman wanted more drones?
Fine.
But this one…
This one was for himself.
He pressed a button on the side of the chamber, activating the final diagnostic scan.
A monotone voice echoed through the room.
"Model: Seraph-class. Stealth and suppression systems operational. Combat protocols optimized. Full synchronization with command interface confirmed."
Alex exhaled slowly.
This drone was unlike any other.
Built with an active cloaking field. Outfitted with non-lethal but incapacitating weaponry. Integrated with direct neural link technology.
And most importantly…
It was bound to only him.
No overrides. No external control.
Even if Batman tried, he wouldn't be able to hack into it.
Alex smiled faintly.
If they wanted to test him… if they wanted to observe him…
He would let them.
But he would make damn sure they never figured out what he was truly capable of.
Alex stood before the sleek, black Seraph-class drone, watching the faint blue glow of its sensor core pulsate. This was beyond anything Aeternum had publicly released.
This wasn't just a surveillance tool.
It was an extension of himself.
Alex lifted his hand, his thoughts linking directly with the machine. The drone responded instantly, hovering in place, shifting seamlessly between stealth and combat modes. No manual controls. No external command interface.
Just pure, direct synchronization.
A thought, and it obeyed.
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Barbara Gordon stepped out of the elevator, adjusting her jacket as she entered the private meeting space Bruce had set up.
The room was sleek, minimalist, and—unsurprisingly—equipped with hidden surveillance measures.
Alex Kent was already there, leaning casually against the conference table, hands in his pockets.
Barbara's gaze immediately flicked to the small metallic case beside him. More drones.
Batman had told her to handle this meeting.
To observe. To assess.
Alex turned his head slightly as she entered, his golden eyes unreadable. "Oracle."
Barbara narrowed her eyes slightly. "That's a name most people don't use in person."
He smirked faintly. "You're not most people."
Barbara crossed her arms, leaning against the opposite side of the table. "You brought more?"
Alex nodded toward the case. "Thirty more. As agreed."
She hesitated before stepping forward, unlocking the case. Inside, the drones were neatly arranged, their sleek black exteriors gleaming under the artificial light.
Each unit was compact, nearly imperceptible when inactive.
Barbara picked one up, feeling the lightweight but incredibly durable material.
"These are different," she noted.
Alex inclined his head slightly. "Upgrades. Lighter frame. Extended power supply. More efficient suppression protocols."
Barbara studied him for a moment. His voice was even. Controlled.
Something about him was… different.
She had read his profile. His history.
By all accounts, Alexander Kent had always been reserved but expressive in subtle ways. There had been warmth in his interactions— a quiet, underlying curiosity.
But now?
Now, his presence felt detached.
Not cold.
Not hostile.
Just… distant.
Barbara set the drone back into the case, closing the lid. "Batman wants to know if you can produce more."
Alex exhaled softly. "I assumed he would."
She raised an eyebrow. "And?"
Alex met her gaze. "I can provide more, but beyond these, he'll have to buy them. You'll also need to send back any damaged ones for maintenance. The materials I use aren't exactly something you can just replace."
Barbara frowned slightly. "That sounds like a restriction."
Alex smiled faintly. "Call it an insurance policy."
She didn't respond immediately.
Batman was right.
Alex wasn't just handing over technology. He was making sure he remained the only one who could maintain it.
A monopoly on his own creations.
She tapped the case. "We'll be in touch."
Alex simply nodded, stepping back as she picked up the case and turned to leave.
But before she could reach the door—
"Oracle."
Barbara paused, glancing over her shoulder. "Yeah?"
Alex's expression didn't change, but there was something about the way he spoke next that made her pause.
"Tell Batman… to be careful."
Barbara frowned. "Careful of what?"
Alex tilted his head slightly. "Things are moving. People are watching. He's not the only one preparing."
Her grip on the case tightened slightly. A warning? A threat? Or just… a fact?
She didn't answer.
She simply nodded and walked out, her mind already racing through the implications.
Alex sat in his private office at Aeternum Industries, reviewing the security footage from Gotham's streets. His drones had been running automated scans, flagging any suspicious movements outside the usual criminal activities.
But this…
This was different.
A group of unknown individuals had entered Gotham, moving in patterns too coordinated for common mercenaries. Their equipment was high-end, their movements too precise.
Whoever they were, they weren't ordinary criminals.
Alex leaned back in his chair, considering the possibilities. A new faction? Someone testing the waters?
A soft chime interrupted his thoughts.
He tapped a button on his desk, and his AI assistant's voice came through the speakers. "Mr. Kent, Barbara Gordon is calling."
Alex raised an eyebrow. Already?
"Put her through," he said, turning his chair toward the large screen on the wall.
A moment later, Barbara's face appeared on the display. She was in what looked like a secured communications room, probably in the Batcave.
"Alex," she greeted.
"Oracle," he replied with a small nod. "Something urgent?"
Barbara leaned forward slightly. "Batman went through the new drones. He's satisfied with their performance, but we're going to need more. He also wanted to ask if you have anything else that might help."
Alex considered her words carefully.
Bruce wasn't the type to ask for more unless he knew something was coming.
"You have a specific threat in mind?" Alex asked.
Barbara hesitated for a second before answering, "Not yet. But we both know Gotham doesn't stay quiet for long."
He smirked slightly. "No, it doesn't."
Reaching for a small remote, he tapped a button, and the wall behind him shifted, revealing a holographic display of Gotham.
"I've been monitoring some unusual activity," Alex said, zooming in on a specific area near the docks. "New players moving in. They're not League of Assassins, not connected to any major gang. Their movements are too professional."
Barbara's eyes narrowed. "You're saying there's a new faction in Gotham?"
"That's my guess," Alex confirmed. "They're either scouting or setting up shop."
Barbara was silent for a moment, then exhaled. "I'll let Batman know. He's going to want details."
Alex tapped a few commands on his console, sending a compressed data packet to her system.
"Everything I have so far. Consider it a freebie," he said.
Barbara glanced at something off-screen before nodding. "Appreciated. I'll get back to you once we've analyzed it."
The call ended, and Alex leaned back in his chair again.
If Batman was getting involved early, then this situation was about to get interesting.
Alex leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. The city's underbelly had always been active, but something was shifting. The emergence of a new faction was troubling—especially considering how organized they were.
Gotham's criminal world had a certain balance, dictated by the powerful figures already in place. Any new player attempting to disrupt that would have to be bold, well-funded, and prepared for conflict.
And that made them a problem—one Alex couldn't ignore.The Batcave
Barbara sat at the massive supercomputer, analyzing the data Alex had sent. Large holographic screens displayed movement patterns, heat maps, and timestamps, marking the activity of the unknown faction.
Behind her, Bruce stood in silence, arms crossed. His cowl was down, revealing a face carved from pure focus.
"These movements…" Barbara muttered, zooming in on a particular sequence. "They're trained. Look at this—two-man formations, perimeter checks, fallback routes."
Bruce narrowed his eyes. "Not just trained. Disciplined."
Barbara turned in her chair. "You think they're military?"
"Possibly," Bruce admitted. "Or ex-military."
Barbara tapped her fingers against the console, processing the information.
"If Alex noticed them this early, then they're making deliberate moves," she pointed out.
Bruce remained silent for a moment before exhaling. "Oracle, reach out to Nightwing. I want his team to scout the docks. If these people are setting up a base, I want to know where and why."
Barbara nodded and started typing rapidly.
"And Alex?" she asked.
Bruce looked at the screen where Alex's drones had captured the footage of the unknown operatives.
"He's already watching them," Bruce said. "And if I know him, he's already thinking three steps ahead."Aeternum Industries – Secure Research Facility
Alex stood inside one of his underground labs, watching as his newest combat drones went through their testing sequences. The previous batch had been built with stealth and reconnaissance in mind, but these…
These were different.
Unlike the sleek, black scouting models, these drones were heavily armored, built with reinforced plating and adaptive energy shielding.
Each unit hovered silently, moving through a simulated urban combat scenario. Enemy dummies were marked in red, and the drones swiftly engaged, using non-lethal suppression systems that could incapacitate foes in seconds.
Alex watched as one of the drones fired a stun pulse, rendering a humanoid dummy motionless before deploying a containment field around it.
"Efficient," he muttered to himself.
A small robotic sphere floated next to him, its artificial voice chiming in. "Test sequence complete. Efficiency rating: 92.4%."
Alex nodded, making a few mental notes. He still needed to fine-tune their response times, but overall, they were ready.
With a wave of his hand, the interface switched to a different screen—one displaying the recent movements of Gotham's newest unknown faction.
They were growing bolder.
If they weren't stopped soon, they could establish a permanent foothold in the city.
And Alex wasn't about to let that happen.
Alex leaned over his workstation, making minor adjustments to the drone interface. His fingers moved swiftly, entering commands that modified their targeting parameters. These weren't just tools for surveillance anymore—they needed to be adaptable for different situations, depending on the level of threat.
His attention briefly shifted to a live feed showing the docks. His drones had picked up increased activity—coordinated movements, supply drops, and encrypted radio chatter. Whoever this faction was, they were setting up something long-term.
He tapped a command on his console, sending the latest intel package to Batman's secure channel.
The Batcave
Barbara Gordon sat in front of the large screens, her eyes flicking from one display to another. Batman stood in the shadows, watching the images scroll past.
"Everything checks out," Barbara said, focusing on the drone footage. "The docks are busier than usual, but there's something off. No one's making any noise, and there are too many encrypted communications happening in the area."
Bruce grunted in agreement. "We've been tracking this group for weeks now. They're careful. Coordinated, but too reliant on concealment. They think they can hide in the shadows."
Barbara narrowed her gaze as a drone zoomed in on a small, inconspicuous warehouse at the far end of the docks. "That's where they've been moving a lot of supplies to," she noted. "But there's no way to know for sure what's inside."
Bruce leaned forward, his expression hardening. "We don't know their goal yet, but if they're that methodical, they could be setting up something big. Something we can't afford to overlook."
Barbara glanced at Bruce, a silent understanding passing between them. They knew what needed to be done.
"We'll need more of Alex's drones to get full coverage. It's not enough just to watch; we need to infiltrate, get inside the warehouse before they can make their move."
Bruce paused, then nodded. "I'll send a message. He should be ready."
Aeternum Industries – Private Lab
Alex leaned back in his chair, the cool air of his lab giving him a moment of reprieve. His drones were already gathering valuable data, and Batman's team was poised to take action.
But Alex knew that things weren't always as simple as they seemed. Gotham's criminal underworld was ever-changing, and whoever was behind the recent activity was no exception. The docks were a prime location, a hub for smuggling, covert operations, and now, possibly something much darker.
He wasn't blind to the significance of the moment. He had a feeling this was just the beginning. His drones weren't just about surveillance; they were part of a bigger plan, something that would take the city's defense to the next level. But first, they needed to secure the information.
He opened a private channel to Batman. The encrypted message was brief but to the point:
"The drones are ready for the next step. Proceed with caution."
Alex didn't need to say much more. Batman would understand.
The Teen Titans' Tower
The Teen Titans had been working alongside Batman for weeks now, gathering intel, keeping an eye on the underground movements in Gotham. They had their own network, but the information Alex was sending made things much easier for them.
Robin sat in the control room, his eyes glued to the screens. The drones had provided a clear view of the area near the docks, and their precision was undeniable. They had pinpointed multiple areas of interest, but the real question remained: What were they up to?
"Got anything new?" Raven's voice cut through his thoughts.
Robin, adjusting his mask slightly, replied, "Yeah. It's like they're setting up shop at the docks. Some sort of secret operation. Alex's drones are getting us closer, but we're not going in blind."
Raven glanced at the screen. "I see. The fact that they've been so careful means they know we're looking."
"Exactly," Robin said. "Which is why we need to move fast. Batman wants us to hit the warehouse and gather whatever intel we can before they know we're there."
He turned to his teammates. "This is what we trained for. We move in, get what we can, and then retreat. Stay sharp."
Cyborg was already moving toward the exit. "You know I'm always ready to bust some heads."
Starfire smiled, her eyes glowing. "I am ready for action."
Beast Boy, sitting lazily in a chair, finally perked up. "So, are we getting ice cream after this?"
Raven rolled her eyes. "Priorities, Beast Boy."
Robin turned his attention back to the drones on the screen, mentally preparing for what was ahead. They were working with limited information, but that was nothing new. The Titans knew how to improvise, and with the drone intel from Alex, they had an edge.
"We move out in five minutes," Robin ordered, looking at his team.
The Teen Titans made their way through the shadows of Gotham, the docks barely visible under the dim moonlight. Robin led the way, his focus unwavering. He could feel the weight of the mission on his shoulders, but he wasn't alone. His team was with him—united in their cause, and ready to face whatever was waiting at the end of the path.
Behind them, the sound of their movements was muffled, thanks to the advanced drones Alex had provided. They were undetectable in the shadows, silently providing surveillance and relaying live data back to their team. Robin's eyes flicked over to the live feeds on his wrist display, watching the drones as they zoomed past crates and hidden passageways.
"We're close," Robin said, his voice steady but filled with urgency. "Stay on alert."
Beast Boy's voice echoed softly through their earpieces. "Should I keep it as a jaguar or maybe a gorilla for this? A little bit more 'wild' might help, huh?"
Robin grinned but didn't have time to respond. Instead, he shot a signal to Cyborg, who was stationed a few yards ahead. Cyborg's built-in tech was indispensable, capable of scanning multiple frequencies, and pinpointing any unusual activity. He was the eyes and ears of their operation.
"We've got a clear shot at the entrance," Cyborg said, his voice crackling through the earpieces. "But it looks like there's movement inside."
"Hold your position," Robin ordered. "We can't risk blowing this."
The team paused, pressing against the shadows, waiting for the moment to strike. The drones fed them real-time information, and soon, the tension in the air became almost palpable. The mysterious operation in the warehouse was about to unfold, and they were ready to find out exactly what it was.
After what felt like an eternity, Robin spoke again. "It's go time."
Inside the warehouse, Alex was reviewing the data from his drones. He had been monitoring their progress the entire time, knowing that the Teen Titans were on their way to the docks. He was already preparing for any contingencies. It wasn't just about selling drones or helping Batman—it was about ensuring Gotham's future. Every move counted.
He watched as the warehouse's activity increased on his screen. People—no, factions—were beginning to gather. The message was clear: something was happening, and it wasn't good.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed with a private message from Barbara.
"We're inside. Stay on alert. More intel needed."
Alex's fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard. The drones zoomed in closer, pinpointing specific areas within the warehouse. He could see the figures inside, gathering something—cargo containers, crates, and a strange assortment of other items that didn't seem to belong in the regular shipping operation.
He knew that Batman wouldn't take long to make his move, but that didn't mean Alex was going to sit back. He activated his control systems, setting the drones into eliminate mode in case things went sideways. If anyone inside the warehouse made a move against the Teen Titans, the drones were ready to neutralize them quickly and without mercy.
Outside the warehouse, Robin and his team were already inside the perimeter. The heavy metal door of the warehouse was unlocked, and they moved in like shadows. Their footsteps barely made a sound on the cold concrete floor, and with the drones' guidance, they were able to bypass most of the security measures.
They didn't know what to expect, but the air was thick with tension as they approached the central chamber. Robin's heart was pounding, but his mind was sharp—calculating every movement, every angle. His fingers tightened around his staff, ready for anything.
Beast Boy morphed into a jaguar, his sleek body moving silently alongside them. Raven's eyes glowed faintly as she sensed the emotions around her. Cyborg's enhanced vision scanned the area, and Starfire was ready to unleash her powers at a moment's notice.
"We've got company," Cyborg whispered into the comms.
Robin's voice cut through the static. "Get ready for anything."
A small group of figures emerged from the shadows ahead of them. But before anyone could react, the drones moved into action.
In an instant, the eliminate mode Alex had prepared activated, sending a pulse of energy that disarmed and incapacitated the attackers. They crumpled to the ground, unaware of what had happened. The drones were precise, neutralizing the threat with surgical efficiency.
"Clear," Robin said, a note of surprise in his voice. He'd expected a firefight—something much more intense. But the drones had handled it seamlessly.
Alex's voice suddenly came through their earpieces. "Good work. The warehouse is now under full surveillance. Get in and gather the intel."
Inside the warehouse, the Teen Titans moved quickly. They found crates filled with advanced tech—gadgets, machinery, and weapons—none of which were registered in the normal shipping manifest. They were getting closer to understanding what was really going on.
"Looks like they've been smuggling high-tech weaponry," Raven said, her eyes flickering as she moved a crate aside. "These aren't the usual materials."
"Someone's preparing for something big," Robin said. "We need to secure as much as we can."
Just as the team was about to move deeper into the warehouse, a loud crash echoed from the back. The lights flickered, and a sense of unease settled over the team.
Something was wrong. And whatever it was, they weren't prepared for it.
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