From Gotham to Cairo

Without a Trace

"Well, that grill was pretty filling," Jason commented, kicking off his shoes as he entered their hotel room.

"Yeah," Dick agreed, entering after Damian.

It was the heat of the moment...

"Hello?"

"Dick, finally!  I must've sent you four voice mails already.  I have some important news regarding the League of Assassins," Barbara stated.

"Wait a sec.  I'm going to put this on speaker," Dick said.

Click!

"So what's the important news?"

"Wayne Enterprises' Cairo division has been breached.  One of the security cameras caught four people in the League of Assassins getup," Barbara informed.

"What are the Assassins doing in Wayne Enterprises?" Jason asked.

"You better get there if you want to find out," Barbara replied.

"Agreed," Damian said, taking his suit out of the drawer.

Wayne Enterprises...

"Where was the camera located, Oracle?" Nightwing asked.

"In WayneTech's Weaponry department," Oracle answered.

"Red Hood, stay stationed at the entrance.  Robin, come with me to the Weaponry department," Nightwing ordered, stealthily entering along with Robin and Red Hood.

Upon entering the Weaponry department, Nightwing was greeted with a kick to the ribs.

Oof.

Nightwing returned a left hook to his assailant.

"Oracle, what's in WayneTech's Weaponry department?" Robin asked, dodging a nunchaku.

"I'm not sure.  Wayne Enterprises likes to keep its weapons in development top secret," Oracle replied, her fingers hard at work on the keyboard.

"Understood, Nightwing, your six!"

Nightwing turned around and narrowly missed an Assassin's Katana blade.

"Enough!  We have what we came for," a familiar voice rang.

Nightwing and Robin looked up to see...

"Cain?!"

"You didn't expect me, did you?" Cain asked mockingly.

"Last I heard, you were locked in a maximum security CIA prison in Poland," Nightwing retorted.

"Maximum security?!  Please, I've seen shopping malls better protected than that prison," Cain scoffed.

Nightwing answered back with a Wing-ding, which Cain sliced in two.

"Fight or flee?" An Assassin asked.

"Flee.  We'll fight another day," Cain answered, dropping a smoke bomb.

"You're not getting away that easily," Nightwing said, charging into the smoke cloud.

Once the smoke cleared, Robin could see Nightwing standing alone.

"Red Hood!  Are they at the door?" Nightwing asked urgently.

"At the door?  I thought they were still with you.  I haven't seen anyone pass," Red Hood said puzzled.

"He escaped," Nightwing said glumly.

"Do not fret, Nightwing.  As one of the Assassins tried to engage me in combat, I manage to put a tracker onto his weapon of choice," Robin said proudly.  "I have the location of his whereabouts right now."

"Should we follow him?" Red Hood asked, trying not to sound impressed.

"No.  Wait until tomorrow, when he is settled into his hideout," Nightwing instructed.

"Oracle, what did the Assassins steal?"

"Gimme a second.  Locked?  The Wayne Enterprises' Projects page, is heavily encrypted and won't let me in," Oracle hissed in anger.

"Try again later.  As for us, it's time to go," Nightwing ordered.

Within seconds of his order, the brothers left without a trace.

"Grayson, what are you doing?"

"Trying to find out how Cain escaped his prison," Dick answered, eyebrows furrowed.

"Why don't you just ask Babs?"

"Because she's trying to find what the Assassins stole," Dick replied curtly.  "You know, it would be easier if you two helped," he added.

Damian accepted the challenge, taking out a CD and loaded it onto Dick's laptop.  Following Damian's actions, the screen started to flood with new windows, containing top secret information about Cain's escape.

"Damian...you...you just hacked into the CIA's Confidential Records, in under ten seconds," Dick said astounded.

"Usually it takes about three seconds, but the hacking time varies depending on your Wireless-Fiber connection," Damian said easily.

Dick stared at him for a few seconds, slack-jawed.  "That's not normal."

"Are you going to read how he escaped anytime soon?" Jason asked impatiently, gesturing at the screen.

"Right," Dick said, scrolling down to the page that talked about recent inmate escapes.

"It says that Cain escaped about three weeks ago by the aid of some...ninjas?"

"When the CIA labels people ninjas you know you shouldn't take these people lightly," Jason mumbled.

"It seems the CIA is stumped on where his current location is," Dick continued to read.

"And that is why we have a leg up on them," Damian said, gesturing to the tracking device.

Knock, knock.

Jason reflexively reached for his gun.

"Jason, remember the last time you armed yourself before opening the door," Dick prompted.  "What if it's that man from the tour agency?"

"Fine," Jason said, putting his gun back down and opening the door.

"Hello, we have a new tour starting soon.  Would you like to join us?" Matt asked.

"No thanks," Jason answered, before closing the door.

"I shall get my tracking device," Damian announced, hoping off his chair.

"Wait, Littlewing, why are you getting your tracking mijiger?" Jason asked confused.

"I believe that we have given the League of Assassins a sufficient amount of time to settle in," Damian explained.

Knock, knock.

Jason sighed before opening the door again.  "Are you sure you're not interested?  The is the second-to-last tour left," Matt offered.

"Really, I'm not up to it," Jason said, closing the door sharply.  "Travel agencies, I swear," Jason muttered, walking back to join Dick.