Firing Solution
The teleportation signatures had enabled him to get a fix on Light's base of operations - but at first, it seemed like a mistake.
The old Justice League satellite - completely derelict for years, or so everyone had thought. Even now, aside from the teleportation signatures, the Justice League's own sensors weren't detecting any signs of life or power.
"Hmmm. Some sort of advanced cloaking technology? Magic, more likely - there's no technological cloak this good." Pressing a button, he opens a communication channel. "Faust, I'm sending you some information. There's a location I want swept for traces of a magical cloaking spell."
Inspiration strikes, and a slow smirk spreads across his face, and his fingers move across the keyboard, calling up several detailed photographs. He magnifies the picture resolution a dozen times, comparing the images. And the smile widens.
"Deathstroke, this is the Calculator. Based on the teleportation signatures I just detected, it seems Light's hiding out on the old Justice League satellite. I've confirmed that he's using a cloaking spell of some kind - seems that in the past six months, the Satellite hasn't acquired any new surface scarring from the micro-debris in Earth orbit. Consider that his confirmed location. Faust has - ah, hang on, he's just relayed some more information - he confirms that there are 'powerful dark magicks' in play. You can contact him for specifics on how to penetrate the spell. Calculator, out."
Noah leans back, satisfied with his work. "Really, spelling 'magic' with a 'k'. How pretentious."
The old Justice League satellite - completely derelict for years, or so everyone had thought. Even now, aside from the teleportation signatures, the Justice League's own sensors weren't detecting any signs of life or power.
"Hmmm. Some sort of advanced cloaking technology? Magic, more likely - there's no technological cloak this good." Pressing a button, he opens a communication channel. "Faust, I'm sending you some information. There's a location I want swept for traces of a magical cloaking spell."
Inspiration strikes, and a slow smirk spreads across his face, and his fingers move across the keyboard, calling up several detailed photographs. He magnifies the picture resolution a dozen times, comparing the images. And the smile widens.
"Deathstroke, this is the Calculator. Based on the teleportation signatures I just detected, it seems Light's hiding out on the old Justice League satellite. I've confirmed that he's using a cloaking spell of some kind - seems that in the past six months, the Satellite hasn't acquired any new surface scarring from the micro-debris in Earth orbit. Consider that his confirmed location. Faust has - ah, hang on, he's just relayed some more information - he confirms that there are 'powerful dark magicks' in play. You can contact him for specifics on how to penetrate the spell. Calculator, out."
Noah leans back, satisfied with his work. "Really, spelling 'magic' with a 'k'. How pretentious."