Prometheus - A DCAU Fanfic.

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Hobyo, Somalia - 11:05

   The Somalian city of Hobyo, located in the West of the Country, is far less developed than Mogadishu and much smaller as well. The capital city had many things that the poorer port city didn't such as paved roads or a city-wide sewage system.

However, it also lacked widespread internet access and a proper police force meaning it is the perfect place for international fugitives to hide.

The six young mercenaries and their hostage had made camp in a rundown tan building, located in the centre of the city. The still unconscious Doctor Folter had been handcuffed and then locked inside a cleaning cupboard to prevent her from trying to escape once she woke up.

The others had made shop in the kitchen, eating a breakfast of canned vegetable soup and hardtack crackers, while sitting at an old wooden table they had to turn back over.

Leonid, who had three times the amount as everyone else due to his stature, watched Noah let his soup go cold and barely nibbled at his thin unflavoured flour biscuit. - "My friend, you need to keep your strength up, please eat."

Noah didn't respond, too engrossed in his laptop, which he had perched on his lap.

"Hey genius." - Jinx exclaimed, sitting beside the young man, she was able to reach over and hit him in the shoulder. - "Eat your breakfast."

"Not hungry." - He shot back, not taking his eyes off of the screen.

"What are you doing anyway?" - Lonnie muttered his head down in order to keep the lower half of his face covered after removing a portion of his mask in order to eat.

Noah lifted the brown notebook in the air. - "Trying to crack her shorthand code."

"How's it going."

The bespectacled teen chuckled. - "It's not." - His smile fell. - "None of the software I've tried has gotten close, it's like it's not even English." - He slammed his fist into the table, having come to a realisation. - "She spoke six languages, of course it's not written in English." - He fumed, before diving back into his work.

As he did that, Damian entered the room. He wore a loose white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants and his long hair was still damp from the portable camp shower they kept in the boot of the Jeep. 

"What'd I miss?" - He questioned, tying his long hair back into a bun.

Maya scooped up another spoonful of soup. - "Kuttler having a mental breakdown."

"Nothing new then?" - The four other mercs shook their heads. - "How much longer till Folter wakes up?"

Maya shrugged. - "The paralysis agent I use takes about 36 hours to clear from someone's system."

"So about another thirteen hours." - Lonnie muttered. Having finished his food, he wiped his face with a piece of cloth before reattaching the mouth piece. - "What are we going to do till then?" - He questioned, his voice modified once more.

"I've got an idea, but it's a bit personal" - Damian muttered, taking a sip of the leftover soup he'd put into a flask.

"Let's hear it." - Jinx said, as she stood up and put her bowl and cutlery in the empty sink basin.

Leaning against the cabinets, Damian began to explain his plan. - "A few months ago, I asked a couple contacts to help me source the companion blade to my Katana. They found it now belongs to infamous collector, Saaka Nuur."

"The head of the Nuur Group? The biggest human trafficking ring in Africa?" - Lonnie questioned.

"The one and the same."