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The Titans of Justice Chapter 9 - "Extreme Measures" Part 2
Written by: Power Guy
Co-conspirator: Scotty2Hotty
Editor: Marcus Mebes
With special thanks to Darthennis, jake1823, & Darknight30!
At a nuclear facility in the country of Khandaq, the Extremists (joined by new member Amp) had just launched three nuclear missiles. One was headed toward North America, one toward Europe, and the last one toward Asia.
The four members of the Titans of Justice all had horrified looks on their faces. They knew that without quick intervention, the world would be destroyed.
Celsius quickly turned to his teammates, looking a bit frantic, “Junjie, I need you go get to Asia immediately and try to either shut down that missile or evacuate the area.”
“Consider me gone,” said Junjie Quick as he raced away, heading for Asia. He had exited the facility before the Extremists could even stop him or realize what his intent was.
Celsius then turned to Power Guy and said, “I need some cover while I call the others.”
Power Guy was quick to focus his heat-vision on the roof above the Extremists. He burned off a large chunk of the roof so that it came down upon the Extremists, momentarily destracting them.
Celsius then pulled out his communicator and spoke into it. “Thunderstorm – are you there?”
A short while later, “This is Thunderstorm.”
“Is Nucleus there yet?” asked Celsius.
“He is,” came the reply.
“Can you put him on?” requested Celsius.
There was a pause and then “This is Nucleus.”
Celsius bypassed any courtesies, realizing that the diversion would not hold the Extremists long. Already he could see that they had thrown off the debris, and were conspiring amongst themselves. “Strato Hawk tells me that you may be able to pin-point where the missiles are going to hit the various continents?”
“I’ve already got a rough idea,” responded Nucleus, realizing that they couldn’t chat. He spoke as quickly as he could. “I’ve used your computers to predict flight patterns based on the missiles’ technology and largely populated cities in their path. These types of missiles don’t take too may twists and turns. It’s usually a straight shot to their targets. They’re traveling slower than expected, probably due to sitting idle for so many years. I’m guessing we have about four to five hours until they reach their targets and detonate. The first one looks like it should end up somewhere around Chicago. The second one is going to blow somewhere around Paris. The third one will probably land somewhere around Beijing. Thunderstorm and I will notify the United Nations so that they can spread the word so that people can start evacuating the target areas.”
“You don’t waste any time,” said Celsius nervously. “Thank you.”
“There isn’t any time to waste. I’ll keep tracking the missiles and keep you posted.” Without any further ado, he had disconnected, and Celsius was already contacting others.
“Icemanling , Vibe, and Junjie Quick – come in!” he ordered in a rushed voice.
Mere seconds later: “This is Vibe,” answered the young Puerto Rican hero.
“I’m here too,” assured Icemanling voice.
“Junjie Quick here,” confirmed Junjie as he neared the Yangtze River in China.
“Guys – as Junjie Quick already knows, the Extremists have launched the missiles before we could get to them. I just spoke with Nucleus. The first one is most likely going to hit Chicago. Vibe, use the teleporter tube in Detroit to teleport there and try to evacuate the area. Icemanling, you’re going to Paris. Do the same there. Junjie, the third missile is headed towards Beijing. Please try to get as many people out of the area as possible.”
“I’m on it boss,” responded Vibe.
“Paris, here I come!” said Icemanling.
“I’ll be in Beijing in 30 seconds,” assured Junjie Quick.
Celsius was interrupted by the sound of the Extremists freeing themselves from the scraps of the roof that Power Guy had brought down upon them.
“Guys—Power Guy, Sargona, and I need to deal with the Extremist so they don’t cause more trouble. As soon as we’re done, we’ll join you,” briefed Celsius.
Lord Havok yelled down “Your friends will certainly fail. This world is doomed!”
“We’ll see about that Havok!” yelled Power Guy as he flew towards Lord Havok. “Idiot!” he added. “This is YOUR world too.”
Lord Havok noticed Power Guy’s approach and flew towards him. The two collided and barraged each other in a fury of fists. As they continued the punch each other, Power Guy seemed to be getting the upper hand until he felt something grab the back of his wrists and ankles. It was Gorgon. He had secured his mechanical tentacles around him, holding Power Guy back so that Lord Havok could sucker punch the young hero.
“Argh!” yelled Power Guy as Lord Havok’s armor-covered fists struck his face. “Let me go Gorgon or I’ll tie you in a knot!”
“Happy to oblige!” snickered Gorgon as he threw Power Guy into a near-by wall. The force of Power Guy’s body hitting the metal wall was powerful enough to dent it in.
On the ground, Tracer had taken an interest in Sargona. “Well girl, what can you do?” he asked as he started to sniff her out, trying to detect if she was afraid. “I sense your adrenaline has picked up. Admit it girl, you’re scared of me.”
“Actually I’m just more annoyed that I’m missing my nail appointment,” commented Sargona. “From the looks of it, you could use a manicure more than I could right about now.”
“Maybe I could sharpen my claws on your throat, whore!” snarled Tracer as he lunged towards the awaiting Sargona.
She quickly ducked out of the way. Tracer, like the most agile of animals, landed on his feet, turning around to locate his prey’s new position. He noticed that Sargona had backed herself in between two pipes up against a wall.
“Nowhere to run this time, woman!” Tracer growled as he jumped forward in an attempt to reach Sargona.
“Oh, I have no intention of running this time.” smirked the sorceress as she grabbed the metal pipes on each side of her. She commanded them to break off from the walls that they were attached to and fly towards the approaching Tracer. The pipes quickly made contact with their target and wrapped themselves around the feral villain. Tracer soon found himself unable to move anything but his head. As he tried to burst free, he fell to ground in frustration and anger.
“Looks like you’re wrapped up so I’ll go play with someone a little less furry,” teased Sargona as she walked towards the others.
Several feet away, Celsius had engaged in battle with the newest member of the Extremists, who was a mystery to him. “So who are you and why are you helping these monsters?” he asked.
“The name’s Amp… and I do what my master orders me to do.” replied the other.
“Your master?” questioned Celsius. “You must be referring to Dreamslayer.”
“My master is a lot more powerful than that has-been,” countered Amp. He let fly an electrical bolt aimed towards Celsius’ chest.
Celsius was not about to be caught off-guard. He used his ice-generation powers to create a wall in front of him. “Dude, it’s not going to be THAT easy,” stressed Celsius. “Let’s see how you like to be on the receiving end of things!” He launched a stream of red hot flames towards the electrical villain.
At first, Amp seemed to be fending off the flames with a burst of his electricity but then the flames seemed to push past his electrical bolts and appeared to envelope the place where he stood.
“He’s gone?” muttered Celsius with a confused look on his face. “But my flames weren’t hot enough to incinerate him…”
“Right you are sissy! Did you really think you would scare me dressed in a skirt?” came a voice from seemingly nowhere. Just then, Celsius noticed a field of electricity surrounding him. The electricity then revealed a pair of eyes. It was obviously Amp in a form of pure electricity. At that instant, the electricity collapsed on Celsius.
“Ahhh!” Celsius screamed as the high-voltage lightning electrocuted him into unconsciousness. He dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
“Well, Titans, you’re leader is down!” gloated Amp, “Surrender and we’ll kill you off quickly!”
“Celsius!” yelled Sargona as she raced over to her teammate. She stooped down and checked his vitals. He was breathing shallowly and his pulse was weak. “Dammit! We’re getting our heads handed to us.”
“That’s right lady… and you’re next!” shouted Amp as he fired a blast of electricity at her.
“What is that force-field spell that dad taught me?” Sargona quickly asked herself. She remembered the gestures and enveloped Celsius and herself in a protective sphere. Amp’s blast crashed against the force field but could not pass through it. “That should buy us some time” sighed Sargona.
Meanwhile, Lord Havok and Gorgon were tag-teaming Power Guy. Gorgon was pulverizing Power Guy with blows from his tentacles while Lord Havok was battering the young powerhouse with energy blasts from his deadly armor. Power Guy started to become irritated. He had been hit so many times that he was starting to lose his temper. “Enough jackals!” he bellowed as he grabbled Gorgon’s tentacles and started swinging him around using Gorgon as a human shield to deflect Lord Havok’s energy blasts. One of the blasts flew directly back at Havok knocking him off his feet. “Well Gordon, it looks like you were good for something after all…” said Power Guy as he dropped the nauseous and defeated Gorgon to the ground. “Now I need to make sure Lord Havok stays down.” He flew up to Havok but was stopped dead in his tracks. Suddenly, he could not advance forward or backward more than a few inches. “What the heck???” he yelled.
“Fool! The metal on your cape and belt buckle make you no more than a puppet to me,” taunted Dr. Diehard. Power Guy quickly tried to remove his cape but it was too late. Dr. Diehard proceeded to raise Power Guy up to the roof, crashing his head into the structure several hundred times until he finally passed out. “Havok, let’s help Amp take down the girl!”
Lord Havok picked himself up. “These kids aren’t even half the challenge that the Justice League was. I wonder who sent them on their ego-trip?”
Sargona noticed Power Guy’s defeat at the hands of Dr. Diehard, “Oh no, not PG too. How am I going to fight all of these losers?” she thought to herself. Amp was continuing to batter her force field with his electrical bolts as Dr. Diehard and Lord Havok approached. On the way over, Dr. Diehard use his magnetic powers to free Tracer from the pipes that Sargona had wrapped him in. Lord Havok stood about ten feet from Sargona’s force field and fired several blasts of energy at it as Amp continued his attack. Between the duo of attackers, the field could not hold any longer and finally collapsed. “This is going to get messy…” whispered Sargona.
***
Meanwhile, in Beijing….
Junjie Quick had just raced over a quarter of the globe. Even though his muscles burned and he was dripping with sweat, his adrenaline was keeping him going. Over the next two hours, Junjie raced throughout the city helping people gather their belongings and placing them into their vehicles for immediate evacuation. Luckily for him, the United Nations had notified the three target areas of their impending doom and most people had already left the area. Junjie realized that in spite of his vast powers, it would be extremely difficult for him to stop the nuclear missile headed his way. A few minutes later, the missile was finally in sight. “Here it comes; the destruction of China’s greatest city. I’ve got to try and get under the missile and create a super-tornado to hopefully blow some of the radiation into outer space. I really wish I had time to tell mom good-bye. I’ve been so cold to her ever since I found out that the new Dragon King is my father…”
Just then, a voice called out to Junjie. “American – what are you doing here?” A Japanese woman garbed in white and black wearing a cape and a head-dress was addressing him.
“I’m Junjie Quick of the Titans of Justice,” he answered.
“I know who you are. You fight alongside the Americans when Asia struggles to protect itself against the various crime cartels that attempt to overtake it. I will handle the missile,” she announced, facing the oncoming weapon. “Your assistance is NOT required.”
“Who are you?” demanded the speedster. “You’re dressed like the second Dr. Light but you’re way too young to be her… and second, if you think you can handle a nuclear missile all by yourself, you’ve got another thing coming. There is too much at stake here to fall back on foolish pride.”
“I am Lady Light – the daughter of the REAL Dr. Light and again, I do not require your assistance.” She hesitated, looking again at the approaching missile. “I will not turn you away again. Perhaps I can put your speed powers to better use than simply dispersing the radiation. We don’t have much time. Get behind me, put your hands on my shoulders, and hold on.”
Lady Light used her light-manipulation powers to create a hard-light slide in front of her. The light slide allowed the two heroes to travel up to the approaching missile at light-speed. The two of them climbed onto the missile. Lady Light began scrutinizing missile’s structure seeming to be looking for something in particular. “Here it is!” she yelled. Firing a small laser-beam from her finger-tips, she removed a panel on the missile that housed a great number of wires. “Here’s where you come in, American.”
“What do I need to do?” asked Junjie with a bit of impatience.
“Disconnect the following wires in this order: black, red, yellow, and blue. Once done, that should neutralize the missile’s power source for a few moments. Then you need to race up to the head of the missile and disconnect it from the base. The head is where the actual nuclear warhead is. You will have less than ten seconds in between disconnecting the wires and removing the head; otherwise the missile will explode. Are you up the task?”
“Consider it done!” affirmed Junjie Quick. His hands dived into the wires and cables inside the recently revealed panel. He removed the wires in the exact order that Lady Light told him to: black, red, yellow, and finally blue. Immediately after, he raced up to the head of the missile doing his best to unscrew the various screws that connected the head of the missile to its base. Less than a second later, the head was separated from the missile. “Done!” yelled Junjie.
“Grab my shoulders again!” ordered Lady Light.
Junjie Quick sped back over to Lady Light and followed her order. The two of them climbed onto a new light-slide and departed the missile.
“It’s still going to crash into the city,” said Junjie Quick with a bit of panic in his voice. “While it may not be able to release radiation, it could still cause much damage in the immediate vicinity.”
“No, it won’t,” disagreed Lady Light. “Cover your eyes!” she commanded.
Junjie Quick did exactly as his reluctant partner asked.
Lady Light’s hands grew bright, almost as bright as if the missile had hit the city. She blasted both the head and the base of the missile with a laser so hot that both pieces were nothing more than chunks of smoking ash. A few seconds later, she said “You may uncover your eyes now American.”
“What did you do?” asked Junjie.
“I incinerated it,” answered Lady Light.
“Nice work!”
“You as well. Mr. Quick,” Lady Light said with a half-smile on her face. “Perhaps I was a bit quick to judge you. It’s just not easy being one of Asia’s only super-human protectors. I am not accustomed to having help.”
***
Another continent away in Paris…
Icemanling stepped out of the Titans of Justice teleporter tube…”I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that thing. It’s a fun ride but boy do I feel thrown for a loop,” he thought to himself. “Hmm…the streets are near-dead. Most people must have been smart and taken the U.N.’s order to evacuate. I’d better skate around the city and make sure that there aren’t any stragglers.” He quickly formed an ice-slide and began his search.
About an hour later, Icemanling came across a major roadway heading out of Paris that was jammed with traffic. “Those people are locked bumper to bumper. I don’t think they’ll be able to get out before the missile hits. I’ve got to try and stop it from detonating. I’d better head over to the Eiffel Tower and see if I can spot the missile from there.” Icemanling proceeded on his ice-slide over to the Tower. He made his way up to the roof waiting for the missile to appear.
Twenty minutes later, his wait was over. The missile was finally in clear sight. “This isn’t going to be easy,” Icemanling mumbled to himself.
“Need a hand, fellow?” said a voice from behind him.
Icemanling turned around expecting one of his Titans of Justice teammates. He was in awe to see the costumed avenger known as: “Dr. Sand? What are you doing here?” Icemanling had read about the mysterious Doctor’s exploits in a global tabloid.
“I’m here to help. I’ve heard about you. You’re Icemanling of the Titans of Justice. I know that Europe is a bit short-handed when it comes to super-powered help so I thought I’d come over and see if I could lend a hand.”
“I could sure use the help. I was going to try and freeze the missile but I don’t know if I’m powerful enough to shut down something that big. I honestly haven’t used my powers enough to know if I’m capable of such a task.”
“Well, I think we can compliment each other in this situation. I can turn my body into a living sandstorm. I’ll use my powers to strip away as many of the panels on the missile as possible. Once I’m finished, use your ice-powers to freeze the circuitry in the missile.”
“Sounds like a plan,” agreed Icemanling.
Dr. Sand’s flesh started to become malleable. Soon he had turned his body into living-sand. The sand started to disperse itself and started flying all around. It drifted upwards towards the missile. Soon, Dr. Sand began berating the missile with the viciousness of deadly desert sandstorm. Minutes later, pieces of the missile’s casing began to tear away. As precious time went by, more and more pieces ripped away from the missile leaving its core components exposed. Dr. Sand yelled down to Icemanling, his voice like thunder. “Now! Freeze the missile!”
Icemanling quickly rode his ice-slide up to the missile and boarded it. Grabbing on to two metal rods that were left intact on the missile, he started to focus his cold powers into the missile’s infrastructure. Slowly but surely, the missile became covered with ice. The whole structure was incased in a solid block of five foot thick ice within moments. The thrusters on the missile had shutdown so the missile was losing altitude fast. Icemanling jumped off, not knowing if he would still be alive by the time he hit the ground. It was uncertain if Dr. Sand’s plan had worked. “I hope our efforts pay off!” he thought to himself as he fell through the air.
A moment later, the missile crashed into the heart of Paris, knocking down a row of buildings in its path. The area surrounding the missile was demolished but the nuclear warhead did not detonate.
Icemanling was still falling to the ground. Aloud, he said, “I’ve got to try to create some snow to cushion my fall!”
“No need for that,” said Dr. Sand as he turned into a bed of sand, stopping Icemanling from falling any further.
The two heroes were both relieved to see that their plan had worked.
“Great idea!” complemented Icemanling.
“Well, it was sink or swim. We really didn’t have much of a choice,” Dr. Sand said. He was a modest man and didn’t require any thanks. “Let’s go disarm the missile before it thaws out.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Written by: Power Guy
Co-conspirator: Scotty2Hotty
Editor: Marcus Mebes
With special thanks to Darthennis, jake1823, & Darknight30!
At a nuclear facility in the country of Khandaq, the Extremists (joined by new member Amp) had just launched three nuclear missiles. One was headed toward North America, one toward Europe, and the last one toward Asia.
The four members of the Titans of Justice all had horrified looks on their faces. They knew that without quick intervention, the world would be destroyed.
Celsius quickly turned to his teammates, looking a bit frantic, “Junjie, I need you go get to Asia immediately and try to either shut down that missile or evacuate the area.”
“Consider me gone,” said Junjie Quick as he raced away, heading for Asia. He had exited the facility before the Extremists could even stop him or realize what his intent was.
Celsius then turned to Power Guy and said, “I need some cover while I call the others.”
Power Guy was quick to focus his heat-vision on the roof above the Extremists. He burned off a large chunk of the roof so that it came down upon the Extremists, momentarily destracting them.
Celsius then pulled out his communicator and spoke into it. “Thunderstorm – are you there?”
A short while later, “This is Thunderstorm.”
“Is Nucleus there yet?” asked Celsius.
“He is,” came the reply.
“Can you put him on?” requested Celsius.
There was a pause and then “This is Nucleus.”
Celsius bypassed any courtesies, realizing that the diversion would not hold the Extremists long. Already he could see that they had thrown off the debris, and were conspiring amongst themselves. “Strato Hawk tells me that you may be able to pin-point where the missiles are going to hit the various continents?”
“I’ve already got a rough idea,” responded Nucleus, realizing that they couldn’t chat. He spoke as quickly as he could. “I’ve used your computers to predict flight patterns based on the missiles’ technology and largely populated cities in their path. These types of missiles don’t take too may twists and turns. It’s usually a straight shot to their targets. They’re traveling slower than expected, probably due to sitting idle for so many years. I’m guessing we have about four to five hours until they reach their targets and detonate. The first one looks like it should end up somewhere around Chicago. The second one is going to blow somewhere around Paris. The third one will probably land somewhere around Beijing. Thunderstorm and I will notify the United Nations so that they can spread the word so that people can start evacuating the target areas.”
“You don’t waste any time,” said Celsius nervously. “Thank you.”
“There isn’t any time to waste. I’ll keep tracking the missiles and keep you posted.” Without any further ado, he had disconnected, and Celsius was already contacting others.
“Icemanling , Vibe, and Junjie Quick – come in!” he ordered in a rushed voice.
Mere seconds later: “This is Vibe,” answered the young Puerto Rican hero.
“I’m here too,” assured Icemanling voice.
“Junjie Quick here,” confirmed Junjie as he neared the Yangtze River in China.
“Guys – as Junjie Quick already knows, the Extremists have launched the missiles before we could get to them. I just spoke with Nucleus. The first one is most likely going to hit Chicago. Vibe, use the teleporter tube in Detroit to teleport there and try to evacuate the area. Icemanling, you’re going to Paris. Do the same there. Junjie, the third missile is headed towards Beijing. Please try to get as many people out of the area as possible.”
“I’m on it boss,” responded Vibe.
“Paris, here I come!” said Icemanling.
“I’ll be in Beijing in 30 seconds,” assured Junjie Quick.
Celsius was interrupted by the sound of the Extremists freeing themselves from the scraps of the roof that Power Guy had brought down upon them.
“Guys—Power Guy, Sargona, and I need to deal with the Extremist so they don’t cause more trouble. As soon as we’re done, we’ll join you,” briefed Celsius.
Lord Havok yelled down “Your friends will certainly fail. This world is doomed!”
“We’ll see about that Havok!” yelled Power Guy as he flew towards Lord Havok. “Idiot!” he added. “This is YOUR world too.”
Lord Havok noticed Power Guy’s approach and flew towards him. The two collided and barraged each other in a fury of fists. As they continued the punch each other, Power Guy seemed to be getting the upper hand until he felt something grab the back of his wrists and ankles. It was Gorgon. He had secured his mechanical tentacles around him, holding Power Guy back so that Lord Havok could sucker punch the young hero.
“Argh!” yelled Power Guy as Lord Havok’s armor-covered fists struck his face. “Let me go Gorgon or I’ll tie you in a knot!”
“Happy to oblige!” snickered Gorgon as he threw Power Guy into a near-by wall. The force of Power Guy’s body hitting the metal wall was powerful enough to dent it in.
On the ground, Tracer had taken an interest in Sargona. “Well girl, what can you do?” he asked as he started to sniff her out, trying to detect if she was afraid. “I sense your adrenaline has picked up. Admit it girl, you’re scared of me.”
“Actually I’m just more annoyed that I’m missing my nail appointment,” commented Sargona. “From the looks of it, you could use a manicure more than I could right about now.”
“Maybe I could sharpen my claws on your throat, whore!” snarled Tracer as he lunged towards the awaiting Sargona.
She quickly ducked out of the way. Tracer, like the most agile of animals, landed on his feet, turning around to locate his prey’s new position. He noticed that Sargona had backed herself in between two pipes up against a wall.
“Nowhere to run this time, woman!” Tracer growled as he jumped forward in an attempt to reach Sargona.
“Oh, I have no intention of running this time.” smirked the sorceress as she grabbed the metal pipes on each side of her. She commanded them to break off from the walls that they were attached to and fly towards the approaching Tracer. The pipes quickly made contact with their target and wrapped themselves around the feral villain. Tracer soon found himself unable to move anything but his head. As he tried to burst free, he fell to ground in frustration and anger.
“Looks like you’re wrapped up so I’ll go play with someone a little less furry,” teased Sargona as she walked towards the others.
Several feet away, Celsius had engaged in battle with the newest member of the Extremists, who was a mystery to him. “So who are you and why are you helping these monsters?” he asked.
“The name’s Amp… and I do what my master orders me to do.” replied the other.
“Your master?” questioned Celsius. “You must be referring to Dreamslayer.”
“My master is a lot more powerful than that has-been,” countered Amp. He let fly an electrical bolt aimed towards Celsius’ chest.
Celsius was not about to be caught off-guard. He used his ice-generation powers to create a wall in front of him. “Dude, it’s not going to be THAT easy,” stressed Celsius. “Let’s see how you like to be on the receiving end of things!” He launched a stream of red hot flames towards the electrical villain.
At first, Amp seemed to be fending off the flames with a burst of his electricity but then the flames seemed to push past his electrical bolts and appeared to envelope the place where he stood.
“He’s gone?” muttered Celsius with a confused look on his face. “But my flames weren’t hot enough to incinerate him…”
“Right you are sissy! Did you really think you would scare me dressed in a skirt?” came a voice from seemingly nowhere. Just then, Celsius noticed a field of electricity surrounding him. The electricity then revealed a pair of eyes. It was obviously Amp in a form of pure electricity. At that instant, the electricity collapsed on Celsius.
“Ahhh!” Celsius screamed as the high-voltage lightning electrocuted him into unconsciousness. He dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
“Well, Titans, you’re leader is down!” gloated Amp, “Surrender and we’ll kill you off quickly!”
“Celsius!” yelled Sargona as she raced over to her teammate. She stooped down and checked his vitals. He was breathing shallowly and his pulse was weak. “Dammit! We’re getting our heads handed to us.”
“That’s right lady… and you’re next!” shouted Amp as he fired a blast of electricity at her.
“What is that force-field spell that dad taught me?” Sargona quickly asked herself. She remembered the gestures and enveloped Celsius and herself in a protective sphere. Amp’s blast crashed against the force field but could not pass through it. “That should buy us some time” sighed Sargona.
Meanwhile, Lord Havok and Gorgon were tag-teaming Power Guy. Gorgon was pulverizing Power Guy with blows from his tentacles while Lord Havok was battering the young powerhouse with energy blasts from his deadly armor. Power Guy started to become irritated. He had been hit so many times that he was starting to lose his temper. “Enough jackals!” he bellowed as he grabbled Gorgon’s tentacles and started swinging him around using Gorgon as a human shield to deflect Lord Havok’s energy blasts. One of the blasts flew directly back at Havok knocking him off his feet. “Well Gordon, it looks like you were good for something after all…” said Power Guy as he dropped the nauseous and defeated Gorgon to the ground. “Now I need to make sure Lord Havok stays down.” He flew up to Havok but was stopped dead in his tracks. Suddenly, he could not advance forward or backward more than a few inches. “What the heck???” he yelled.
“Fool! The metal on your cape and belt buckle make you no more than a puppet to me,” taunted Dr. Diehard. Power Guy quickly tried to remove his cape but it was too late. Dr. Diehard proceeded to raise Power Guy up to the roof, crashing his head into the structure several hundred times until he finally passed out. “Havok, let’s help Amp take down the girl!”
Lord Havok picked himself up. “These kids aren’t even half the challenge that the Justice League was. I wonder who sent them on their ego-trip?”
Sargona noticed Power Guy’s defeat at the hands of Dr. Diehard, “Oh no, not PG too. How am I going to fight all of these losers?” she thought to herself. Amp was continuing to batter her force field with his electrical bolts as Dr. Diehard and Lord Havok approached. On the way over, Dr. Diehard use his magnetic powers to free Tracer from the pipes that Sargona had wrapped him in. Lord Havok stood about ten feet from Sargona’s force field and fired several blasts of energy at it as Amp continued his attack. Between the duo of attackers, the field could not hold any longer and finally collapsed. “This is going to get messy…” whispered Sargona.
***
Meanwhile, in Beijing….
Junjie Quick had just raced over a quarter of the globe. Even though his muscles burned and he was dripping with sweat, his adrenaline was keeping him going. Over the next two hours, Junjie raced throughout the city helping people gather their belongings and placing them into their vehicles for immediate evacuation. Luckily for him, the United Nations had notified the three target areas of their impending doom and most people had already left the area. Junjie realized that in spite of his vast powers, it would be extremely difficult for him to stop the nuclear missile headed his way. A few minutes later, the missile was finally in sight. “Here it comes; the destruction of China’s greatest city. I’ve got to try and get under the missile and create a super-tornado to hopefully blow some of the radiation into outer space. I really wish I had time to tell mom good-bye. I’ve been so cold to her ever since I found out that the new Dragon King is my father…”
Just then, a voice called out to Junjie. “American – what are you doing here?” A Japanese woman garbed in white and black wearing a cape and a head-dress was addressing him.
“I’m Junjie Quick of the Titans of Justice,” he answered.
“I know who you are. You fight alongside the Americans when Asia struggles to protect itself against the various crime cartels that attempt to overtake it. I will handle the missile,” she announced, facing the oncoming weapon. “Your assistance is NOT required.”
“Who are you?” demanded the speedster. “You’re dressed like the second Dr. Light but you’re way too young to be her… and second, if you think you can handle a nuclear missile all by yourself, you’ve got another thing coming. There is too much at stake here to fall back on foolish pride.”
“I am Lady Light – the daughter of the REAL Dr. Light and again, I do not require your assistance.” She hesitated, looking again at the approaching missile. “I will not turn you away again. Perhaps I can put your speed powers to better use than simply dispersing the radiation. We don’t have much time. Get behind me, put your hands on my shoulders, and hold on.”
Lady Light used her light-manipulation powers to create a hard-light slide in front of her. The light slide allowed the two heroes to travel up to the approaching missile at light-speed. The two of them climbed onto the missile. Lady Light began scrutinizing missile’s structure seeming to be looking for something in particular. “Here it is!” she yelled. Firing a small laser-beam from her finger-tips, she removed a panel on the missile that housed a great number of wires. “Here’s where you come in, American.”
“What do I need to do?” asked Junjie with a bit of impatience.
“Disconnect the following wires in this order: black, red, yellow, and blue. Once done, that should neutralize the missile’s power source for a few moments. Then you need to race up to the head of the missile and disconnect it from the base. The head is where the actual nuclear warhead is. You will have less than ten seconds in between disconnecting the wires and removing the head; otherwise the missile will explode. Are you up the task?”
“Consider it done!” affirmed Junjie Quick. His hands dived into the wires and cables inside the recently revealed panel. He removed the wires in the exact order that Lady Light told him to: black, red, yellow, and finally blue. Immediately after, he raced up to the head of the missile doing his best to unscrew the various screws that connected the head of the missile to its base. Less than a second later, the head was separated from the missile. “Done!” yelled Junjie.
“Grab my shoulders again!” ordered Lady Light.
Junjie Quick sped back over to Lady Light and followed her order. The two of them climbed onto a new light-slide and departed the missile.
“It’s still going to crash into the city,” said Junjie Quick with a bit of panic in his voice. “While it may not be able to release radiation, it could still cause much damage in the immediate vicinity.”
“No, it won’t,” disagreed Lady Light. “Cover your eyes!” she commanded.
Junjie Quick did exactly as his reluctant partner asked.
Lady Light’s hands grew bright, almost as bright as if the missile had hit the city. She blasted both the head and the base of the missile with a laser so hot that both pieces were nothing more than chunks of smoking ash. A few seconds later, she said “You may uncover your eyes now American.”
“What did you do?” asked Junjie.
“I incinerated it,” answered Lady Light.
“Nice work!”
“You as well. Mr. Quick,” Lady Light said with a half-smile on her face. “Perhaps I was a bit quick to judge you. It’s just not easy being one of Asia’s only super-human protectors. I am not accustomed to having help.”
***
Another continent away in Paris…
Icemanling stepped out of the Titans of Justice teleporter tube…”I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that thing. It’s a fun ride but boy do I feel thrown for a loop,” he thought to himself. “Hmm…the streets are near-dead. Most people must have been smart and taken the U.N.’s order to evacuate. I’d better skate around the city and make sure that there aren’t any stragglers.” He quickly formed an ice-slide and began his search.
About an hour later, Icemanling came across a major roadway heading out of Paris that was jammed with traffic. “Those people are locked bumper to bumper. I don’t think they’ll be able to get out before the missile hits. I’ve got to try and stop it from detonating. I’d better head over to the Eiffel Tower and see if I can spot the missile from there.” Icemanling proceeded on his ice-slide over to the Tower. He made his way up to the roof waiting for the missile to appear.
Twenty minutes later, his wait was over. The missile was finally in clear sight. “This isn’t going to be easy,” Icemanling mumbled to himself.
“Need a hand, fellow?” said a voice from behind him.
Icemanling turned around expecting one of his Titans of Justice teammates. He was in awe to see the costumed avenger known as: “Dr. Sand? What are you doing here?” Icemanling had read about the mysterious Doctor’s exploits in a global tabloid.
“I’m here to help. I’ve heard about you. You’re Icemanling of the Titans of Justice. I know that Europe is a bit short-handed when it comes to super-powered help so I thought I’d come over and see if I could lend a hand.”
“I could sure use the help. I was going to try and freeze the missile but I don’t know if I’m powerful enough to shut down something that big. I honestly haven’t used my powers enough to know if I’m capable of such a task.”
“Well, I think we can compliment each other in this situation. I can turn my body into a living sandstorm. I’ll use my powers to strip away as many of the panels on the missile as possible. Once I’m finished, use your ice-powers to freeze the circuitry in the missile.”
“Sounds like a plan,” agreed Icemanling.
Dr. Sand’s flesh started to become malleable. Soon he had turned his body into living-sand. The sand started to disperse itself and started flying all around. It drifted upwards towards the missile. Soon, Dr. Sand began berating the missile with the viciousness of deadly desert sandstorm. Minutes later, pieces of the missile’s casing began to tear away. As precious time went by, more and more pieces ripped away from the missile leaving its core components exposed. Dr. Sand yelled down to Icemanling, his voice like thunder. “Now! Freeze the missile!”
Icemanling quickly rode his ice-slide up to the missile and boarded it. Grabbing on to two metal rods that were left intact on the missile, he started to focus his cold powers into the missile’s infrastructure. Slowly but surely, the missile became covered with ice. The whole structure was incased in a solid block of five foot thick ice within moments. The thrusters on the missile had shutdown so the missile was losing altitude fast. Icemanling jumped off, not knowing if he would still be alive by the time he hit the ground. It was uncertain if Dr. Sand’s plan had worked. “I hope our efforts pay off!” he thought to himself as he fell through the air.
A moment later, the missile crashed into the heart of Paris, knocking down a row of buildings in its path. The area surrounding the missile was demolished but the nuclear warhead did not detonate.
Icemanling was still falling to the ground. Aloud, he said, “I’ve got to try to create some snow to cushion my fall!”
“No need for that,” said Dr. Sand as he turned into a bed of sand, stopping Icemanling from falling any further.
The two heroes were both relieved to see that their plan had worked.
“Great idea!” complemented Icemanling.
“Well, it was sink or swim. We really didn’t have much of a choice,” Dr. Sand said. He was a modest man and didn’t require any thanks. “Let’s go disarm the missile before it thaws out.
TO BE CONTINUED…