Green Lantern Corps. General. 030. Death.
Title: Prodigal Son
Fandom: Green Lantern Corps
Characters: Green Lanterns 2814.1,2814.3,&2814.4, Green Arrow, Sinestro
Prompt: 030 - Death
Word Count: 2372
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “Rebirth” does not refer to Hal Jordan.
Author's Notes: Set during the last half of Green Lantern: Rebirth and diverges into AU from there.
“Hal Jordan… Follow my light.”
Hal Jordan - man, pilot, Green Lantern, victim, soul of vengeance - felt his grip weaken, the voice of the oldest Guardian of the Universe falling on deaf ears. The light called, white and pure, but a green flare caught his fading attention. It followed him as the white light tugged him closer.
“Not again… I won’t…” He could barely form the words, so difficult was it to remember how to speak. He could no longer see Ganthet, who had been Guardian, superior, and sometimes almost friend.
“Hal.” A familiar face - familiar through a thousand repetitions of a single memory unfaded no matter how many times he replayed it - flowed into his field of vision.
“Abin.”
“You took control of Sector 2814 after my death. The ring chose you for a purpose. You will overcome great fear.” Overcome fear, lose to fear, sink in an ocean and rise only to sink again - Hal knew fear intimately, but he had defeated it one last time. He was free of its taint, free of the demon Parallax. The Spectre had helped him cast it out before it could use him to wreak havoc on the Justice League, force him to kill his friends and teammates again. The Spectre was gone, but where was Parallax?
“Son.” Another face, one he’d never forget. Were the dead welcoming him home?
“Dad.”
“You wear it right, son. Now fly home.” Welcoming or telling him to return? The green flare sparked and faded as the white light surrounded him. Hal Jordan, Sector 2814, once greatest of the Green Lanterns, had come to his final home.
On the moon, a single artificial structure stood tall and firm - the extraterrestrial base of the Justice League of America, the Watchtower. Reddish light flickered in its few windows and an explosion shook it to its core. It did not fall. Its occupants weren’t quite so lucky.
The force of the blast flung Kyle Rayner and Oliver Queen through a wall, Kyle hitting the ground hard enough to knock him nearly unconscious. Oliver Queen, drawing on his years of experience as the Green Arrow, was able to roll with the blast enough to absorb some of the impact and land - if not on his feet, at least facing his opponent. Flames licked at the air behind Sinestro, smoke swirling through the air.
“Beg. Beg for your lives and I will end them quickly.” Sinestro, also once called greatest of the Green Lanterns before he had gone rogue and started a series of many attempts to best the Lantern Corps, stood above them both, the power of his fear-driven ring sparking yellow. Hal Jordan had been the one to rouse the demon Parallax from where it lay dormant in the center of the Central Battery in the Lantern Corps’ home, but Sinestro had taken control of it in this latest bid for destruction. He had manipulated it, twisting it around the spirit of the Spectre and that of Hal Jordan, using it to taint the remainder of the Lantern rings still viable.
Kyle Rayner, once the only Green Lantern and now the youngest of Earth’s four, struggled to his knees. He had gone into the sun to retrieve the body of Hal Jordan, acting at the behest of the Guardians of the Universe. They had sent him to find the truth behind the fear demon Parallax, to exonerate their fallen hero. It shouldn’t have gone like this, he shouldn’t have come back only to find Parallax infecting what remained of the Corps. He glared at Sinestro and pushed himself to his feet. “Go to hell,” he spat through a mouthful of blood. Sinestro backhanded him into what remained of the wall. Kyle slid down it and didn’t move.
“You bastard.” The Green Arrow, bereft of his bow, raised his right hand. The ring that had belonged to his long-time friend and partner - Hal Jordan’s ring - gleamed dully in the reddish light of the fire. He’d used it once already and it had taken every ounce of strength he had. He didn’t think he could do it again. “You bastard,” he repeated, and twin arrows flickered into being, streaking toward Sinestro.
Without so much as shifting his weight, Sinestro casually batted them away. “Have it your way,” he said, and hauled Green Arrow upright by the throat. Struggle as he would, Green Arrow couldn’t loosen SInestro’s choking grip. Sparks danced across his vision and the smoke seemed to grow thicker.
With a roar, a dark shape charged out of the flames, throwing itself against Sinestro. The impact sent Sinestro skidding across the floor. Michael Holt - Mr. Terrific of many talents - extended a hand to pull Green Arrow to his feet. “You all right?”
Green Arrow’s eyes widened behind his mask. “Watch out!”
With barely enough time to see - much less dodge - Sinestro’s attack, Mr. Terrific slipped out of the way. A small round sphere shot from his hand, exploding on Sinestro’s hastily erected shield.
“You dropped this.”
J’onn J’onzz, the Martian Manhunter and a founding member of the Justice League, held Green Arrow’s bow. Green Arrow pushed himself to his feet with only minimal assistance from the wall at his back. “Thanks. How’s Kyle?”
“Alive.”
“Good to know.” Most of his arrows were broken, but he only needed one intact. A sidelong glance at J’onn got him a brief nod - the psychic link the Martian Manhunter afforded all the Leaguers was enough for J’onn to hear and transmit Green Arrow’s plan.
“SINESTRO!” J’onn roared.
Sinestro straightened and turned, dropping Mr. Terrific to the floor. Whether dead or alive, Green Arrow couldn’t tell. He nocked his intact arrow, head pointing down. J’onn levitated, cape flaring out dramatically behind him.
“For the crimes you have perpetrated against our members, you will answer to the Justice League!” Gliding through the smoke, J’onn swung slowly around, forcing Sinestro to turn and face him. “Sinestro!”
A low, guttural chuckle spilled through the air, growing into full-fledged manic laughter. “Answer to this pitiful league of fools? Me?” Sinestro gasped, opening his arms wide. “I think no-“
In one fluid motion, Green Arrow raised his bow and released the arrow. Most would have called the shot impossible, but the arrow sped true. The tip caught the hairs-breadth gap between Sinestro’s finger and his ring, ripping the weapon away. It clattered to the ground, out of sight.
“You!” Sinestro gestured, and a spark of yellow light rushed toward him.
“NO!” Kyle’s hoarse shout was accompanied by a fist of green light closing around the yellow ring. He was bare microseconds too late, for the ring was just touching the surface of Sinestro’s bloody skin. “No!” he ground out again, crawling forward, rising finally to one knee. The green fist glowed brightly, smothering the yellow spark within it. A coherent burst of heat from J’onn’s eyes slammed into Sinestro, forcing him to his knees. The yellow ring cracked with an audible screech before shattering. Sinestro, incredibly, smirked triumphantly as he dissolved.
“Is…” Green Arrow had to pause to catch his breath past the painful hitch in his side. “Is he dead?”
“Ring?” Kyle cocked his head to the side, as if listening to something. “No. A 1963 confirmed. An… extradimensional vortex. We can’t… can’t follow.” He paused. “I.. I have to go. The League is…” He made as if to stand, but crashed to the floor before he could finish his sentence.
“The League?” Green Arrow asked.
“Parallax,” J’onn said. “I must go to their aid.”
“Yeah, I got things up here,” Green Arrow replied, although between the fire, his unconscious teammates, and the increasing pain across his ribs, he wasn’t sure he could handle anything.
“I have faith in you,” J’onn said, and was gone.
“Of course the damn teleporter still works,” Green Arrow muttered, and limped towards the nearest control panel. “Fire first. Then teammates. Contingency plan in case Parallax gets past the League.” Oh, yeah, no problem, he could handle it. He did this every day. Water hissed against the fitful remains of the fire as the Watchtower’s sprinkler system finally came back online, and Doctor MidNite climbed out of a pile of rubble.
“Check on Kyle and Michael, would you?” Oliver said. “I’ve got the fire.”
With a quick glance at both of their downed teammates, Doctor MidNite nodded. “You’re next.”
“No time,” Oliver said, setting the computer to assess the damage, and explained.
Elsewhere, stars sparked in the sky above the remnants of what had been the home of Earth’s first member of the Green Lantern Corps, barely obscured by the smoke. The Justice League battled in Coast City, the fear demon Parallax infesting the body of its oldest foe. The Guardian Ganthet’s face, hideously distorted, displayed far too many needle-sharp teeth in an unnaturally wide grin, body stretched into shimmering serpentine armor. None of them were able to fight at their full strength, uncertainty worming its way into every heart and subtly undermining their abilities.
“Do… did you see that?” Guy Gardner, first replacement for Hal Jordan and in many ways the most unique member of the Green Lantern Corps, climbed to his feet and held out a hand. Lightning-fast, visions had flashed through his mind, put there by his ring.
“I did.” John Stewart, Hal’s second replacement and usually a rock of stability, took the hand and pulled himself upwards. “Riots, trigger-happy cops, widespread panic. It’s coming from him.” Beyond them, Parallax cast his face upwards and howled, throwing off those fighters clinging to him.
“All the more reason t’get rid of it.” Guy braced himself as Kilowog - veteran Lantern and at some point trainer to them all - sailed over their heads only to reverse in midair and land lightly on his feet. Various members of the League were scattered around Parallax, some still fighting, some prone. “Where’s Kyle? An’ Hal?”
“Kyle Rayner is incapacitated.” J’onn materialized behind them. “I do not know where the spirit of Hal Jordan is, but his body remains in the Watchtower.”
“Then it’s up t’us.” Extraneous information discarded, extraneous questions - what the hell was Hal’s body doing at the Watchtower, for one, and where was the damn Spectre when you needed him, for another - shoved to the side, Guy raced forward. He felt rather than saw Kilowog and John behind him as Parallax suddenly shot upwards. The League - those that could fly - leapt after the demon, but a percussive blast flattened everything below it to the ground. Only the Lanterns were left to follow. Guy didn’t question why. Extraneous information.
Sometimes, apparently extraneous information could turn out to be vital. As soon as they were high enough that everything on the ground blurred together, Parallax turned and faced them. Without missing a beat, three green blasts struck the demon simultaneously. John’s precision, Guy’s wild sparking energy, and Kilowog’s thundering blast combined were not enough. Yellow energy too wild to contain rippled through the thin atmosphere, lighting the sky on fire.
The League struggled to its feet below them, those less injured helping their comrades. The fight far above them should have been too far away for most of them to see, but the colors shone clear and bright. One by one, each green point winked out as illusory flames burned Guy from within, as John’s eyes scarred over, as Kilowog’s eardrums ruptured. One by one they all fell, but Ganthet’s body fell, too, and Parallax fled, formless, into the depths of space. No one could be spared to chase it, not if the lives of those on the ground were to be saved and the widespread panic to be stopped.
It was much, much later that Kyle Rayner opened his eyes to see an expanse of white tile. Aha, it’s the Watchtower ceiling, he thought, pleased to have recognized it, and with that the rest of his memories and awareness returned in a rush.
“Parallax!”
“Isn’t here.” Batman leaned over him and Kyle blinked at the sudden darkness. “How many fingers do you see?”
“All of them,” Kyle said, and hastily amended it to “Three, I see three” at the sudden narrowing of Batman’s eyes. “What, uh…”
“Why did you bring Hal Jordan’s body into the Watchtower?” Batman turned abruptly, cape swirling, and stalked away.
“Ask Ganthet.” Kyle raised himself up on one elbow, wincing at the inevitable lance of pain through his head and working past it. “It was his idea. What happened to Parallax?”
“Ganthet’s dead.” Batman returned with a penlight and shone it into Kyle’s eyes, one at a time. “Parallax escaped.”
“Is anyone else…” Kyle swallowed involuntarily and sat up instead of finishing the sentence. It was becoming easier to move.
“No. But your demon is out there somewhere.”
“How do you -“
“Oliver.” Batman put the light back in his belt. “On your feet, Lantern. There’s a message waiting for you.” He vanished through the doorway.
“You could at least tell me what it is,” Kyle muttered, although he knew better than to expect Batman to answer. His ring was on his finger, and it was the work of only a few seconds to manifest his uniform. Strength returned as he walked, and by the time he made it to the monitor room, he felt almost normal.
The message was from Guy, scrawled in black ink on actual paper. J’onn handed it to him silently. “Get to Oa immediately,” Kyle read from the outside of the folded note. He looked up. “When did he leave?”
“Yesterday,” J’onn said. “The League stands ready if - when Parallax returns,” he added.
Kyle unfolded the rest of the message. “The Corps will handle Parallax” was written on the inside, followed by “We’re recruiting. You just became a drill sergeant.”
“Thanks, J’onn,” Kyle said aloud. “See you when I get back.”
“Good luck,” J’onn said, and Kyle tucked the paper into his glove before shaking J’onn’s hand. The teleporter took him to the surface of the moon and his ring thrust him through space. Oa was waiting.
FINIS
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Fandom: Green Lantern Corps
Characters: Green Lanterns 2814.1,2814.3,&2814.4, Green Arrow, Sinestro
Prompt: 030 - Death
Word Count: 2372
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “Rebirth” does not refer to Hal Jordan.
Author's Notes: Set during the last half of Green Lantern: Rebirth and diverges into AU from there.
“Hal Jordan… Follow my light.”
Hal Jordan - man, pilot, Green Lantern, victim, soul of vengeance - felt his grip weaken, the voice of the oldest Guardian of the Universe falling on deaf ears. The light called, white and pure, but a green flare caught his fading attention. It followed him as the white light tugged him closer.
“Not again… I won’t…” He could barely form the words, so difficult was it to remember how to speak. He could no longer see Ganthet, who had been Guardian, superior, and sometimes almost friend.
“Hal.” A familiar face - familiar through a thousand repetitions of a single memory unfaded no matter how many times he replayed it - flowed into his field of vision.
“Abin.”
“You took control of Sector 2814 after my death. The ring chose you for a purpose. You will overcome great fear.” Overcome fear, lose to fear, sink in an ocean and rise only to sink again - Hal knew fear intimately, but he had defeated it one last time. He was free of its taint, free of the demon Parallax. The Spectre had helped him cast it out before it could use him to wreak havoc on the Justice League, force him to kill his friends and teammates again. The Spectre was gone, but where was Parallax?
“Son.” Another face, one he’d never forget. Were the dead welcoming him home?
“Dad.”
“You wear it right, son. Now fly home.” Welcoming or telling him to return? The green flare sparked and faded as the white light surrounded him. Hal Jordan, Sector 2814, once greatest of the Green Lanterns, had come to his final home.
On the moon, a single artificial structure stood tall and firm - the extraterrestrial base of the Justice League of America, the Watchtower. Reddish light flickered in its few windows and an explosion shook it to its core. It did not fall. Its occupants weren’t quite so lucky.
The force of the blast flung Kyle Rayner and Oliver Queen through a wall, Kyle hitting the ground hard enough to knock him nearly unconscious. Oliver Queen, drawing on his years of experience as the Green Arrow, was able to roll with the blast enough to absorb some of the impact and land - if not on his feet, at least facing his opponent. Flames licked at the air behind Sinestro, smoke swirling through the air.
“Beg. Beg for your lives and I will end them quickly.” Sinestro, also once called greatest of the Green Lanterns before he had gone rogue and started a series of many attempts to best the Lantern Corps, stood above them both, the power of his fear-driven ring sparking yellow. Hal Jordan had been the one to rouse the demon Parallax from where it lay dormant in the center of the Central Battery in the Lantern Corps’ home, but Sinestro had taken control of it in this latest bid for destruction. He had manipulated it, twisting it around the spirit of the Spectre and that of Hal Jordan, using it to taint the remainder of the Lantern rings still viable.
Kyle Rayner, once the only Green Lantern and now the youngest of Earth’s four, struggled to his knees. He had gone into the sun to retrieve the body of Hal Jordan, acting at the behest of the Guardians of the Universe. They had sent him to find the truth behind the fear demon Parallax, to exonerate their fallen hero. It shouldn’t have gone like this, he shouldn’t have come back only to find Parallax infecting what remained of the Corps. He glared at Sinestro and pushed himself to his feet. “Go to hell,” he spat through a mouthful of blood. Sinestro backhanded him into what remained of the wall. Kyle slid down it and didn’t move.
“You bastard.” The Green Arrow, bereft of his bow, raised his right hand. The ring that had belonged to his long-time friend and partner - Hal Jordan’s ring - gleamed dully in the reddish light of the fire. He’d used it once already and it had taken every ounce of strength he had. He didn’t think he could do it again. “You bastard,” he repeated, and twin arrows flickered into being, streaking toward Sinestro.
Without so much as shifting his weight, Sinestro casually batted them away. “Have it your way,” he said, and hauled Green Arrow upright by the throat. Struggle as he would, Green Arrow couldn’t loosen SInestro’s choking grip. Sparks danced across his vision and the smoke seemed to grow thicker.
With a roar, a dark shape charged out of the flames, throwing itself against Sinestro. The impact sent Sinestro skidding across the floor. Michael Holt - Mr. Terrific of many talents - extended a hand to pull Green Arrow to his feet. “You all right?”
Green Arrow’s eyes widened behind his mask. “Watch out!”
With barely enough time to see - much less dodge - Sinestro’s attack, Mr. Terrific slipped out of the way. A small round sphere shot from his hand, exploding on Sinestro’s hastily erected shield.
“You dropped this.”
J’onn J’onzz, the Martian Manhunter and a founding member of the Justice League, held Green Arrow’s bow. Green Arrow pushed himself to his feet with only minimal assistance from the wall at his back. “Thanks. How’s Kyle?”
“Alive.”
“Good to know.” Most of his arrows were broken, but he only needed one intact. A sidelong glance at J’onn got him a brief nod - the psychic link the Martian Manhunter afforded all the Leaguers was enough for J’onn to hear and transmit Green Arrow’s plan.
“SINESTRO!” J’onn roared.
Sinestro straightened and turned, dropping Mr. Terrific to the floor. Whether dead or alive, Green Arrow couldn’t tell. He nocked his intact arrow, head pointing down. J’onn levitated, cape flaring out dramatically behind him.
“For the crimes you have perpetrated against our members, you will answer to the Justice League!” Gliding through the smoke, J’onn swung slowly around, forcing Sinestro to turn and face him. “Sinestro!”
A low, guttural chuckle spilled through the air, growing into full-fledged manic laughter. “Answer to this pitiful league of fools? Me?” Sinestro gasped, opening his arms wide. “I think no-“
In one fluid motion, Green Arrow raised his bow and released the arrow. Most would have called the shot impossible, but the arrow sped true. The tip caught the hairs-breadth gap between Sinestro’s finger and his ring, ripping the weapon away. It clattered to the ground, out of sight.
“You!” Sinestro gestured, and a spark of yellow light rushed toward him.
“NO!” Kyle’s hoarse shout was accompanied by a fist of green light closing around the yellow ring. He was bare microseconds too late, for the ring was just touching the surface of Sinestro’s bloody skin. “No!” he ground out again, crawling forward, rising finally to one knee. The green fist glowed brightly, smothering the yellow spark within it. A coherent burst of heat from J’onn’s eyes slammed into Sinestro, forcing him to his knees. The yellow ring cracked with an audible screech before shattering. Sinestro, incredibly, smirked triumphantly as he dissolved.
“Is…” Green Arrow had to pause to catch his breath past the painful hitch in his side. “Is he dead?”
“Ring?” Kyle cocked his head to the side, as if listening to something. “No. A 1963 confirmed. An… extradimensional vortex. We can’t… can’t follow.” He paused. “I.. I have to go. The League is…” He made as if to stand, but crashed to the floor before he could finish his sentence.
“The League?” Green Arrow asked.
“Parallax,” J’onn said. “I must go to their aid.”
“Yeah, I got things up here,” Green Arrow replied, although between the fire, his unconscious teammates, and the increasing pain across his ribs, he wasn’t sure he could handle anything.
“I have faith in you,” J’onn said, and was gone.
“Of course the damn teleporter still works,” Green Arrow muttered, and limped towards the nearest control panel. “Fire first. Then teammates. Contingency plan in case Parallax gets past the League.” Oh, yeah, no problem, he could handle it. He did this every day. Water hissed against the fitful remains of the fire as the Watchtower’s sprinkler system finally came back online, and Doctor MidNite climbed out of a pile of rubble.
“Check on Kyle and Michael, would you?” Oliver said. “I’ve got the fire.”
With a quick glance at both of their downed teammates, Doctor MidNite nodded. “You’re next.”
“No time,” Oliver said, setting the computer to assess the damage, and explained.
Elsewhere, stars sparked in the sky above the remnants of what had been the home of Earth’s first member of the Green Lantern Corps, barely obscured by the smoke. The Justice League battled in Coast City, the fear demon Parallax infesting the body of its oldest foe. The Guardian Ganthet’s face, hideously distorted, displayed far too many needle-sharp teeth in an unnaturally wide grin, body stretched into shimmering serpentine armor. None of them were able to fight at their full strength, uncertainty worming its way into every heart and subtly undermining their abilities.
“Do… did you see that?” Guy Gardner, first replacement for Hal Jordan and in many ways the most unique member of the Green Lantern Corps, climbed to his feet and held out a hand. Lightning-fast, visions had flashed through his mind, put there by his ring.
“I did.” John Stewart, Hal’s second replacement and usually a rock of stability, took the hand and pulled himself upwards. “Riots, trigger-happy cops, widespread panic. It’s coming from him.” Beyond them, Parallax cast his face upwards and howled, throwing off those fighters clinging to him.
“All the more reason t’get rid of it.” Guy braced himself as Kilowog - veteran Lantern and at some point trainer to them all - sailed over their heads only to reverse in midair and land lightly on his feet. Various members of the League were scattered around Parallax, some still fighting, some prone. “Where’s Kyle? An’ Hal?”
“Kyle Rayner is incapacitated.” J’onn materialized behind them. “I do not know where the spirit of Hal Jordan is, but his body remains in the Watchtower.”
“Then it’s up t’us.” Extraneous information discarded, extraneous questions - what the hell was Hal’s body doing at the Watchtower, for one, and where was the damn Spectre when you needed him, for another - shoved to the side, Guy raced forward. He felt rather than saw Kilowog and John behind him as Parallax suddenly shot upwards. The League - those that could fly - leapt after the demon, but a percussive blast flattened everything below it to the ground. Only the Lanterns were left to follow. Guy didn’t question why. Extraneous information.
Sometimes, apparently extraneous information could turn out to be vital. As soon as they were high enough that everything on the ground blurred together, Parallax turned and faced them. Without missing a beat, three green blasts struck the demon simultaneously. John’s precision, Guy’s wild sparking energy, and Kilowog’s thundering blast combined were not enough. Yellow energy too wild to contain rippled through the thin atmosphere, lighting the sky on fire.
The League struggled to its feet below them, those less injured helping their comrades. The fight far above them should have been too far away for most of them to see, but the colors shone clear and bright. One by one, each green point winked out as illusory flames burned Guy from within, as John’s eyes scarred over, as Kilowog’s eardrums ruptured. One by one they all fell, but Ganthet’s body fell, too, and Parallax fled, formless, into the depths of space. No one could be spared to chase it, not if the lives of those on the ground were to be saved and the widespread panic to be stopped.
It was much, much later that Kyle Rayner opened his eyes to see an expanse of white tile. Aha, it’s the Watchtower ceiling, he thought, pleased to have recognized it, and with that the rest of his memories and awareness returned in a rush.
“Parallax!”
“Isn’t here.” Batman leaned over him and Kyle blinked at the sudden darkness. “How many fingers do you see?”
“All of them,” Kyle said, and hastily amended it to “Three, I see three” at the sudden narrowing of Batman’s eyes. “What, uh…”
“Why did you bring Hal Jordan’s body into the Watchtower?” Batman turned abruptly, cape swirling, and stalked away.
“Ask Ganthet.” Kyle raised himself up on one elbow, wincing at the inevitable lance of pain through his head and working past it. “It was his idea. What happened to Parallax?”
“Ganthet’s dead.” Batman returned with a penlight and shone it into Kyle’s eyes, one at a time. “Parallax escaped.”
“Is anyone else…” Kyle swallowed involuntarily and sat up instead of finishing the sentence. It was becoming easier to move.
“No. But your demon is out there somewhere.”
“How do you -“
“Oliver.” Batman put the light back in his belt. “On your feet, Lantern. There’s a message waiting for you.” He vanished through the doorway.
“You could at least tell me what it is,” Kyle muttered, although he knew better than to expect Batman to answer. His ring was on his finger, and it was the work of only a few seconds to manifest his uniform. Strength returned as he walked, and by the time he made it to the monitor room, he felt almost normal.
The message was from Guy, scrawled in black ink on actual paper. J’onn handed it to him silently. “Get to Oa immediately,” Kyle read from the outside of the folded note. He looked up. “When did he leave?”
“Yesterday,” J’onn said. “The League stands ready if - when Parallax returns,” he added.
Kyle unfolded the rest of the message. “The Corps will handle Parallax” was written on the inside, followed by “We’re recruiting. You just became a drill sergeant.”
“Thanks, J’onn,” Kyle said aloud. “See you when I get back.”
“Good luck,” J’onn said, and Kyle tucked the paper into his glove before shaking J’onn’s hand. The teleporter took him to the surface of the moon and his ring thrust him through space. Oa was waiting.
FINIS
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