Brainwave had the monitor shift preceding the team meeting - Chimp had actually left the complex (sucker's odds that it involved a fifth of something).   Tefe was off being one with nature or something to that effect, although they had talked about dinner after the meeting.

Everyone else...well, it's been an interesting few days.  Since she moved in ( Read more... )

It was either this or head to the cars in the garage, and kitchen grease is easier to wash off in case there's a downgrade in Amelia's condition.

Screw all of this! I'm going home!Which home though? Here? Star City? Cape May? Portsmouth? Hell, the JSA's place in the city was starting to feel comfy there for a bit ( Read more... )

When the idea came up for a couple's night out, Sand knew exactly where to take them, especially when Tara said she's ready to eat at "any old diner".

Jerry Lee's, the place in Metropolis that Sand and Corrine discovered, sounded absolutely perfect.

It was as Sand remembered it - only far more festive.  It's Christmastime, you know.

The restaurant ( Read more... )

They had taken up residence in the infirmary to start patching up the wounded and see how many people were missing. Tefe knew that some of the prisoners had escaped into the swamp but they could wait for now. Most of them had no idea what they were in for by escaping into the Louisiana swampland. They'd be happy to be recaptured most likely ( Read more... )

It was amusing to watch Corrine attempt to peek outside her blindfold.   He got the sense she was the type who'd shake Christmas packages in her youth ( Read more... )

It was roughly two in the afternoon, and already Sand had had a very, very long day.

Most of the morning was tied up with his financial advisers, basically setting the wheels in motion to finally make the JSA a financial entity completely independent of  Sand.  It was time - thanks to the efforts of the Luthor administration, the JSA didn't ( Read more... )

As the gathering breaks up, Caleb numbers among those heading towards the door. Unlike the rest, though, he lingers, and stares at the door for a moment. He lets out a sigh as he brushes his hair out of his face with a hand.

Hesitantly he moves away from the door, and drags his tired, sore frame towards the cold comfort of the guest rooms.