The new occupants have started extensive renovations to the place, as follows. One, the vertical bar of the T has been extended. Two, the lights in one half of the crossbar top floor have been put out. Three, a second vertical portion has been built to join with the half that is still lit; it reaches the same height as the central extension. The entire effect is to make the lighted Tower portions and new construction look like a giant H for HIVE, and the honeycomb pattern has been applied to the add-ons. Gizmo's hands reach into view, thumbs and forefingers extended to make a box in which he is framing a patch of blank wall. This is his perspective. Two small robots whiz into view, carrying Cyborg's detached arm-mounted as if it were a stuffed fish-between them, and follow his instructions as they hang it up.
Gizmo: Higher... a little to the left... a little more... and... perfect!
Pull back across the room and down to ground level to put him in view. The arm is mounted high on the wall.
Gizmo: Slade's gonna have kittens when he hears we whipped the Titans and took their stinking Tower!
On the end of this, cut to the kitchen as he passes it. Mammoth looks in the fridge, while Jinx comes down the stairs. Close-up of her; she has donned Robin's belt, which sits askew on her hips similar to the way Raven wears hers, and has one of the latter's spare cloaks over her arm.
Jinx: Not to mention Robin's favorite fashion statement.
She eyes the cloak and sighs with contempt.
Jinx: But that's the only thing fashionable around here.
Mammoth: Tell me about it.
He pulls a moldy hamburger from the fridge.
Mammoth: Hmph. All their food is way out of date.
This does not stop him from downing the burger in one gulp.
Gizmo: You think that stuff's rotten?
Cut to him in the operations center; he holds up a CD.
Gizmo: Wait 'til you see their music. Crud...snot... mega-crud...snot... ooh!
Gizmo pulls out one of y/n's CDs. 'Beansanyone's audiobooks'.
Gizmo: I love these!
The fingertip pulls loose of Cyborg's hand, remaining connected to it by two thin jointed armatures. It swivels to point its open and at us and reveals a tiny camera lens inside. A brief change in focus, and it turns to point elsewhere. Camera eye: it is zooming in on Jinx, who has put on Raven's cloak.
Jinx: Does she have anything that's not blue?
Pan to Mammoth, now gorging himself on the spoiled food in the fridge, then move quickly to Gizmo at the CD rack in the operations center. The ones he hated are strewn about the floor behind him. The tiny camera roves on, stopping at one of the computer consoles. Jinx is inspecting herself with a hand mirror. The arm scuttles into view, walking on its fingers with the camera still active, and turns here and there to scope out the place. Finally it moves toward Mammoth as he eagerly lifts a moldy chicken drumstick to his mouth and licks it. The arm makes is way along a ledge on the far side of the kitchen while he eats the meat off the bone.
Gizmo: Ugh. Crud...snot...
The arm moves along the ledge behind him and is not noticed. It stops near one of the consoles and points its camera around the area before jumping down into the seat. Close-up of it, then pull back; thin tentacles fly out from the joint where the limb connected to the stump of Cyborg's natural arm. They press several keys, and the view cuts to an overhead shot of the keyboard as they go to work and the screen lights up with a schematic of the Tower. Piece by piece, the diagram goes red. When it has all turned this color, the screen winks out and alarms and buzzers start to sound, accompanied by red flashing lights throughout the operations center. The security systems have been triggered. Jinx gasps and throws the cloak aside, and Mammoth stands up from the fridge. All the cabinet doors in the kitchen start opening and closing at random. Next Gizmo stands up from the CD rack; without warning, one disc after another is ejected past him at high speed.
