Prometheus - A DCAU Fanfic.

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The Pacific Ocean - 04:44

   Clark and Diana had questioned why Bruce had urgently needed to use an unmarked Justice League jet at such short notice. He had satiated them with a half-truth about a time critical stealth extraction of a notable criminal from a hostile nation and that if he didn't act now, they would miss their chance.

He didn't think they believed him, but also knew not to question his motives, which worked for him.

Having assembled a crack team of JL members to help him, he was sure that he could take down then team of mercenaries he was hunting, the only question left was what to do with them...

He didn't trust the Government- having been burned too many times to not learn that lesson, so a Black-Ops prison was off the table, but a State Prison was too public for a few of the prisoners he would be transporting. There was a prison section in the Watch-Tower, but he didn't like the idea of six dangerous inmates on a functional superweapon.

"You alright, Bats?" - Green Arrow questioned, tapping on the headrest of Bruce's chair, in front of him.

The jet provided seating for twelve people, divided into two rows of six in the cockpit, as well as some basic utilities and a storage area, which while small, did provide enough space for a few motorbikes for those on the team who didn't have travel-based powers.

Only four of twelve seats were in use, the Pilot and Co-Pilot chair, which was being occupied by Hawkgirl and Bruce respectively and the two chairs behind them, which Zatanna and Green Arrow were sitting in.

"I'm fine." - He responded after a moment, recalling something that Oliver had once said. - "Does Lian-Yu still have a operational prison?"

The archer clicked his tongue as he recalled what he knew of the island. - "I think so- but I haven't been back in a while, so I'm not one-hundred percent sure."

"We'll probably have to make some adjustments to contain a couple of them securely." - He turned to the strike team's magic user. - "Do you think you can provide some charms to help with constraint?"

Zatanna thumbed through the dossier on their targets, which Bruce had given each of them to study, it was lacking a lot of relevant information however. Mostly due to the fact that Bruce didn't know much about their targets, except what was published online and even that was to be taken with a grain of salt. 

It was a risk, going into a situation like this blind, but a risk that had to be taken.

"Depending on the strength of her abilities, its a maybe. I'm not too familiar with long term containment of dark magic though. I could ask John-"

"No." - Bruce firmly objected, interrupting her. - "Only the four of us will know of this operation. No one else. This is far too delicate a situation and the stakes are too high. Understand?"

The other three affirmed him.

"ETA?"

"Where are we scheduled to land?" - Hawkgirl questioned.

Bruce gave her a series of coordinates, which located for a large empty field near Mogadishu.

"One hour, twenty minutes." - She responded, flipping a series of switches on the centre console.

"Can you get us there faster?"

"I can shave off the twenty minutes, but it might damage the engines."

The team leader, calculated the cost in his head. - "Do it." - He instructed.

Hawkgirl nodded and placed her left hand on the Jet's thrust-lever. - "Brace for impact." - She instructed, before slowly pushing forward. The plane hit its top-speed swiftly, cutting through the air at a pace as fast as the most advanced military Jet.