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[re_mybrains]

So. Today's the day. Go time. D-Day. The final countdown.

. . . you get the picture. Insert your own cliche here.

Tom is at a table by the door, keeping an eye out for his compatriots. His backpack's on the floor beside him.

He'd considered getting coffee, but judging from the way he's drumming his fingers incessantly, he doesn't really need the extra

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[accipiterpuella]

Kendra has silently prayed for the last six hours to every pantheon that she can recall that a door to Milliways will open tonight.

She'd purposefully chosen monitor duty tonight back home because it affords an opportunity to be blissfully alone in the JLA satellite, which gives her time to prepare. Weapons checking (again) takes only a little while, though, so she'd spent the rest of the time staring at the Earth laid out below, spinning slowly beneath her, and watching the bazillion monitors, some larger than IMAX screens, scanning for trouble or distress calls.

When Diana comes to relieve her, she's grateful, and makes her way through the quiet station back to her quarters.

Once alone, she arms herself, then starts opening doors.

Her closet door yields Milliways.

She quickly finds Tom, making her way to him with a clank clank clank of metal on metal.

"Hey. I'm here."

[stilljustandrew]

*He got Tom's note the other day, and made plans accordingly.*

*Andrew heads over, wearing his long coat with the holsters inside.*

Are we on?

[got_red]

Shaun arrives late to the party as usual, worn-out cricket bat in hand. He gives the others a small nod.