Grayson and The Outlaws

The Mission: I

Spyral Headquarters. Three Days Ago.

In a very dim lit room filled with red and hints of black stood two figures. In conversation with a third member, seating comfortably with legs crossed. The taller and more muscular individual had in his hand a half eaten breakfast burrito that continued to decline in size as he made sounds of content.

The darker skinned female remained silent while making a mildly irritated look which was more than likely aimed towards her partner. Fortunately for him, she kept her cool which was actually not a problem for her. "You couldn't have eaten that before the briefing?" She said out the side of her mouth in a low whisper that would be hard to notice.

The blue eyed male only smirked as he continued to chew, shrugging off her comment and listening. That was until the curly haired woman smacked the burrito from her companion's hands. The raven haired man gasped after he swallowed what remained in his mouth. "Helena, why?!" He said as he reached for the fallen meal.

"You better not eat off the floor again..." She said in more of a warning tone. She crossed her arms and looked at him from the corner of her eyes.

"Oh come on, it was that one time! And once again it was your fault, a sucker that good could not be given up." Just before he could continue the two agents were interrupted from their... Interrupting?

"Matron, Agent 37. I do believe I was in the middle of something. Was I not?" The man seated in the chair spoke plainly with no emotion to his this time. The mood he was could not be deciphered because, well, his face is literally a swirl with glasses and blond hair on his head.

"Yes Mr. Minos. My apologies." Helena stated calmly while bringing her hands behind her back.

Mr. Minos gave a nod and proceeded quickly on with the briefing. "The item you are to retrieve is very valuable. You see the chip inside is extremely crucial to the development of a Russian Satellite that can possibly tap into anything on Earth."

The blue-eyed male had finished up his burrito receiving a glare from Matron and a what-ever you call shift of the head from Mr. Minos. He gave the two a quizzical look with a eyebrow raised. "What? Five second rule right?"

"Anyway, just get out there and do your job Agent 37." Mr. Minos waved them out before giving them a final word, "Matron, see to it 37 doesn't blow your cover."

Agent 37 raised a eyebrow, intrigued, "Cover? As in undercover?" He smirked, "Just let me get my blonde wig."

Matron face palmed with a hard sigh, "Good agent, just maybe a little too care free..." With that she exited the room, beginning mission prep with Agent 37.

Middle of the Desert. Two Days Ago.

"What the hell are we doing here?" A rugged man asked as he took off his trucker hat, wiping sweat from his forehead. As the wind picked up, throwing sand at him and his companions, he pulled out a small device. "Hey tin head, you could at least tell us what this mission is about. We're out here not even knowing why!"

Unbothered by the sand, as his face was protected, the male looked at their third companion flying ahead of them, "Doesn't seem to bother her. Don't tell me you're going soft." The leader of the trio said, with a hint of sarcasm.

"... You know damn well you can't compare her to me, not even to you!" The red head exclaimed as he slapped his hat back on his head.

The helmet wearing leader pointed at a hill far ahead of them, "We've been contracted to steal stolen property. Just beyond that hill, we should find a hideout or something Harper."

"Alright, now we're getting somewhere Jaybird. Now what's this big bad thing we're snatchin?" Harper spoke with a little more enthusiasm.

The flying tan beauty in front of the two males came to a halt. She descended to her comrades a look a concern on her face. "There's a group coming at us on armored vehicles. If your bickering is over, you might want to prepare yourself for a fight." She said passively.

"So who we up against Jaybird? Aliens, demons, monsters, ninjas?" Harper asked trying to be funny, but was genuinely asking for insight on the opponents.

The man with the red helmet and leather jacket took out a pair of guns. But not his usual pistols. They were bigger, heavier, more alien looking, and rifle-like. He could thank his intergalactic friend for these bad boys.

Harper sighed as he took out his bow, readying a heavy duty arrow, "Should have known if Jason brought the big guns we'd be dealing with some freaks."

Their orange friend looked up as a helicopter zoomed passed them, heading in the direction of their target. But her attention way quickly caught when a rocket zoomed pass her near flawless face. Her green eyes narrowed at the enemies seemingly clouded in an uproar of sand steadily approaching, "They're here." She said right before she flew into the incoming fire. Bullets spraying everywhere as she swiftly maneuvered through them and into the chaos.

Jason looked at Harper as he prepared his guns, "Well Roy, you heard your girl." He then ran in guns blazing. Shooting down men firing from the ground. As their extraterrestrial gal pal lifted an armored vehicle and tossing it quite far before hearing an explosion, Jason eyed the hovering helicopter from earlier in the distance. He could see it emit a wave which had to disrupt something because a building appeared under it. He saw a figure jump from the copter just before noticing a arrow fly pass him, striking a man through the windshield just before igniting causing the vehicle to explode.

"You okay Jason? The point of a fight is to actually hit something." Roy Harper yelled as he fire multiple arrows at once at the group of enemies in his line of sight.

Jason looked at Roy as he fired a shot behind him, killing a man with a head-shot. "You know Roy, you're right."

The model-like warrior gain some altitude in the air, surveying the field. She caught a whiff of something, something very familiar, something she thought gone. "Impossible..." In disbelief, she had to confirm her suspicions which prompted her to take off towards the building.

"Kory!" Roy shouted after watching her take off. Did she just abandon them? What was her problem lately? She seemed so distant.

Roy took a punch to the face by an over-sized man thing in a black shirt, with no pants. He stood over Roy, about to strike him down. When suddenly Jason jumped through the air kneeing the creature of a man in the face, just before firing shots to his skull. He'd been trying to cut back on the killing, but it was times like these he couldn't hold back. He helped his partner up, "What the hell is she doing?"

"You know you didn't have to jump from the helicopter." The pilot of the aircraft said to the person on the other end of her ear piece.

"Yeah, but since I found out I couldn't use the wig I needed to do something fun. And besides, who doesn't like jumping from planes."

"Helicopter."

"Whatever. Same difference. This thing I'm looking for is at the base of the building right?" The male voice responded.

"Precisely it'll be-" the lady pilot saw something red and orange zoom pass her and towards the building sticking up from the desert sand. She watched the fiery person crash through the enemy building with explosive strength.

"You were saying Matron?" The male on the other side of her ear piece asked.

"Umm Grayson, you may have a problem..."

Inside Enemy Building.

Grayson, Agent 37, was standing in front of a bunch of fallen bodies, not knocked out by him. "You're telling me. You gotta see how wrecked this place is." He said while kneeling down, observing the victims of something big.

BOOM!

Hello readers, I just wanted to say thanks for reading this short chapter here. I plan for this to be a quick little story I do in my free time, but it could turn to much more. Spoiler I really like Nightstar (wink, wink). So as it progresses the chapter may get longer. Oh and if you haven't checked out the Grayson comic and you're a Nightwing fan shame on you! Jk. Same character just in a different environment and maybe more lighthearted and it'll surely make ya smile, seriously. Check out my profile for why I had the need to write this story if you dare.

This has been a Corn on the C.o.B. announcement, sorta...