From Gotham to Cairo

Covert Ops

"Well, this is cozy," Jason drawled, as he arrived at the construction site.

"We need to make a list of what we need," Dick said, parking the Nightbird.

"A food supply, to begin with," Damian voiced, hopping off the Redbird.

"We also need ears on what's going on," Jason added.

"The Nightbird's and Redbird's radio should take care of that issue," Damian replied.

"So, our only issue is food.  This mission is going better than I thought," Dick said, pleased.

"What should we do with him?" Jason asked, gesturing to the Assassin.

"I guess we should get this interrogation up and over with," Dick responded.

"Damian, wake up our friend," Jason requested.

Damian did as he was told, roughly smacking the Assassin awake and ripping off the bag covering his face.  He then kicked the Assassin onto his knees.  Dick gave Damian an odd stare at the way he had treated the Assassin.

"It gets the job done," Damian shrugged.  What he didn't voice was the returning surge of violent impulse the recent trip to the Assassins had sparked.

Jason took charge, asking the Assassin, "What is Ra's going to do with the intel we gave him?"

"I will never talk," the Assassin stated forcefully.

Damian axe kicked the Assassin's jaw, wrinkling his nose at the sharp crack of his jaw.

"I am no traitor to the League of Assassins, unlike Anthony.  My Master has a tracking device implanting on me and all Assassins.  He has my location and in turn, your location," the Assassin grinned, blood dripping from his teeth.  "You will lose."

Crunch!

And with that, the Assassin slumped over, dead.

"Grayson, how incompetent are you?  You didn't check his body for a cyanide capsule?" Damian scolded.

"Excuse me for having more pressing matters at that moment!  Like saving your asses at the convenient store!"

"Uh, guys.  Maybe we should search his body quickly for any additional intel.  Before the Assassins arrive," Jason added.

"Of course," Dick said, breaking the staring contest.

"Found something," Damian said, raising his hand revealing a crumpled piece of paper.

"Now all we need to dispose of the body," Dick announced, looking for a place to hide the body.

Damian dragged the body to a nearby river, and dropped the body in it.

"Hopefully the water will wash the body far enough for the Assassins not to believe this is the location of the Assassin," Damian said, turning back to face his brothers.

"Damian, you-"

"Grayson, can we skip the speech about having more compassion for our enemies?"

Not waiting for the answer, Damian took out the slip of paper.

"It says...that the nukes are in place and only need the location," Damian read.

"Location?  What do you think they mean by location?"

"Whatever the location is, it has to be a great threat to them; why else would they have a nuclear bomb headed for it?" Damian reasoned.

"Whatever they asked us must have some relation to this nuke," Jason voiced.