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𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

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𝐐𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐜
𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟗, 𝟏𝟗:𝟎𝟔 𝐔𝐓𝐂 +𝟐

"𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄
origin of the alien bomb that destroyed the Krolotean invasion force is still a high priority. We suspect the bomb may have been smuggle to Earth via boom tube. Watchtower sensor scans in Bialya have recorded an uptick in boom tube activity. Alpha Squad. Your mission is-"

"Sneak behind enemy lines, recon known boom tube hotspots and find alien tech matching the bomb. Oh, and don't get caught or create an international incident, right?" Wonder Girl cut Nightwing off as she turned on her stealth.

"That about covers it."

"Psimon?" M'gann spoke up.

"We have confirmation that Bialya's telepathic enforcer is still catatonic in a Quraci hospital. After his last encounter with you. But Bialya's dictator Queen Bee, is another story. Her ability to control the minds of men is why Alpha is an all-female squad for this mission."

Lily smirked to herself as she spoke up. "Oh, really, and would you have felt the need to justify an all-male squad for a given mission?"

"Uh, there's no right answer for that, is there?" He asked nervously. "So... Nightwing out." The screen disappeared and Batgirl had a smile on her face.

"Well clearly Queen Bee isn't the only woman who can mess with a man's mind," she said, making the other girls laugh.

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𝐁𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐚
𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟎, 𝟎𝟎:𝟏𝟐 𝐔𝐓𝐂 +𝟐

BG: The other boom tube hotspots have all been busts, but-

WG: But this much security must be guarding some big deal alien stuff, right?

L: Alien or not, we can't leave it unchecked. Batgirl, take the north hangar. M'Gann take the south. Bee, the middle, Wonder Girl and I will hold position.

WG: What? Wait, why can't I go in?

BB: 'Cause you're Wonder Girl, honey. Not stealth-er girl.

WG: I can do this.

BG: No one's knocking your enthusiasm, Cass. And if we were in a firefight there's no one I'd rather have beside me.

L: But we're trying to avoid a fight. And they need lookouts.

MM: Use the psychic link only. The Bialyans have the tech to intercept our radios.

L: Right, anything goes wrong we scatter and meet at the rendezvous point, clear?

BG: Clear.

BB: Clear

MM: Clear

Cass sighed before responding, "Clear." She caught herself as she spoke out loud and covered her mouth