"Manta, what is your status?" Vandal Savage said into a radio, his voice even more gravely than usual.
"It appears that the entire League is here! Nigma is down, though that's not much of a loss, but we need to pull back and regroup or we'll get pounded! Requesting backup!"
"Very well" said Savage. "Form up at Entrance 4. I am sending you some assistance to... even the odds."
"We're not evacuating?" Noah Kuttler asked. He felt kind of useless standing here in this command center, but if he went out and tried to fight the League he'd get flattened worse than Riddler.
"No. Not yet" Savage replied. "This facility is too important, its contents too valuable. We have retreated enough these past two days. Now we will let the League see our true power. Unless you have a problem with that, of course."
"No, no, you're the boss" Kuttler said, privately trying to get his heart rate down.
Savage sighed and turned to the Brain.
"I assume you have already deployed the security drones?" the immortal asked.
"Indeed, Savage. I am not sure what good they will do against against, say, Superman, but they will keep the League occupied."
"Deploy all of Ivo's remaining MONQIs as well" said Savage. "They have proven themselves just barely useful enough for this situation. Your... pets may be helpful as well."
"Of course" replied Brain. "And I have one last idea which may prove to be effective." He and Mullah turned towards the door in order to leave, only to stop. "Do you really think we can win this particular battle?" Brain asked.
"I am not certain," Savage replied, being honest for once. "And we may yet be forced to abandon Gemini Base and our substantial investment in your device, but any casualties that we can inflict will be... appreciated. The Justice League already know that we are a threat, but they do not yet realize the magnitude. They believe that we are simply another Injustice League, ironically enough. A collection of short-sighted supervillains working together for personal gain, just waiting to be beaten down and taken to jail."
He narrowed his eyes.
"We will correct their misconceptions."
"I wish us both luck in that regard, my friend" said the Brain. "Come along, Mullah."
The gorilla grunted and followed the Brain out the door.
"Savage?" the radio crackled. "This is Psimon. I have, as you requested, ceased the... interview. The subject is currently comatose and secure in Sector E."
"Good. Make sure that the subject remains in our hands. We cannot afford letting the League know all of our secrets."
"Of course. Speaking of which, I've just learned some delightful little tidbits about..."
"Save it for later, Psimon. For now I need you to interfere with the League's forces. Can you do that?"
"Yes, yes. I'm still a little weak, but I should be able to help. Though it would be appreciated if the rest of your men target the two Martians, especially the younger one. She appears to be quite powerful, and I would not like to end up comatose, if you don't mind."
"That would be... inconvenient" Savage admitted begrudgingly. Though I would not miss your attitude.
"Sportsmaster, report" he said, raising his radio again and switching to another channel.
"I've gotten most of the men not already fighting in position" the mercenary replied. "We're about to move out of Entrance 2 to engage. Are we getting any... irregular support?"
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FanfictionThe Light has had enough of the Team's meddling in their affairs. It is time that these sidekicks be removed from the board once and for all, by any means available and by any means necessary. It is time for Operation Guillotine. There will be no me...
