Part 1: No Options

"Black Canary to Artemis." The tall brunette spoke as she watched the guards of the 'warehouse' surround the four brightly dressed men. "Looks like we aren't the only ones crashing the party tonight."

Artemis looked down from a catwalk above. "We go ahead with the plan."

"And them?" Omen spoke up from next to Artemis.

"Don't turn your back on them." Artemis spoke into her headpiece. "Beautiful Dreamer, the guards."

It hard to tell who was more confused the guards that saw an empty room where the four trespassers had been stand. Or the four heroes as the watched the guards look around and ask, "Where did they go?" "What happened?" "They disappeared."

Black Canary identified the guards' leader. "Omen, the baldy is the leader."

"Alright, Canary, get rid of them." Artemis swung down from the scaffolding as Black Canary threw the guards across the room with her sonic cry. "Omen, bring Dreamer with you."

Omen walked out of the darkness beneath the catwalk. "We have a problem." She nodded at the only guard still standing, the bald one. "The tech room is lead lined and goes into automatic lockdown once the computer has been breached."

"We knew that. What the problem?" Canary stared at the guard, who inched his hand ever closer the gun on his belt.

"The problem is there isn't one backup generator, but five and if they aren't all shut down at the same time, they—"

"Artemis," Black Canary warned as the guard finally worked up his nerve and aimed his gun at the nearest target. The short brunette turned knocking the gun out of her attackers hand and rotating it to point back in his direction.

Men can never take a woman that can beat them. "If you can use a gun then why do you have that?" The guard looked pointedly at her bow.

Artemis threw a left cross that connected the guard's head with the wall behind it. He slumped to the floor. "I could have taken care of him." Black Canary smiled

"Save your voice, Canary. You may need it." Artemis smirked then frowned in thought. "If all the backups are be to shutdown simultaneously, we're going to need some help."

"Could we be of assistance?" a deep voice spoke up. All four women turned to the green clad man. "You're here for the computer."

"As are you." Artemis sized up the four men then turned to her friends.

Black Canary smiled like a cat. "The enemy of our enemy and all that."

"We don't need their help," Dreamer spoke from behind Omen.

Omen searched each of the male faces before nodding her assent. "Well, we don't have time for a pro/con list."

"Green Arrow, welcome, aboard." Green Arrow held out his hand.

Artemis looked at his hand but didn't move. "Omen, take care of the main generator." The shortest woman stepped forward. "You'll have to wait until the backup generators are completely shut down and we've left the building." Omen nodded her curly blonde head.

"Cyborg will tackle the computer." Green Arrow gesticulated to the African American male dressed in a silver vest.

"The tech room will shut off the oxygen supply after you've entered and pump liquid nitrogen into the room. You'll have to shut off the air ventilator and reverse it back to the oxygen system or you'll freeze to death before we can shut down the generators." Cyborg nodded.

Omen started heading down the main corridor. "It's this way."

"That leaves six." Green Arrow looked over the remaining three women.

Artemis shook her head, "No, five. Dreamer, stay here. If anyone comes, make the bodies disappear. Everyone else, pick a passage."

The boy dressed in red flashed a smile. "Can we race?"

The tall, blonde, orange man spoke, "Cyborg's finished."

"That was quick," Beautiful Dreamer commented with a smile, a suggestive tone in her voice.

The other five took off and called in as they reached their generator. "Oh-ho, beat that." They could hear the smile in Flash's voice.

Aquaman was a distant second. "Who says fish aren't fast."

"Speed comes from stamina." Black Canary was fast even in her heels. "Stamina comes from strength."

"I'm faster with an arrow."

Artemis was the last to reach her post. "Everyone ready in 3." Each hand was posed over the off-switch. "2." Artemis held her breath. "1." Each switch was flipped within a second.

"Guys, a little help." Dreamer could create illusions before anyone as long as she concentrated on each one of the people. She'd forgotten about the unconscious men on the floor. One became not-so-unconscious and came at her from the side. She lost her concentration and was forced to climb up onto the scaffolding, where she was currently trying to calm herself enough to create another illusion.

Flash arrived first taking out the guards that weren't equipped with electrical vests. Lex did learn a think or two from every one of their attacks. Aquaman took out several in his own way; they would need a serious drink of water when they can to. The men on the ladder didn't fall with gravity, but a little aid from Black Canary's cry. Arrows from Artemis's quiver took out the guards on the scaffolding as Green Arrow's grappling arrow took him up to save the girl.

Once all feet were back on the ground to the displeasure of Beautiful Dream, who happened to like her ride down to earth in the arms of a Greek god, Artemis spoke. "Omen, blow it. We're already on our way out." Beautiful Dreamer and Black Canary joined her at the exit corridor. "You were a fortunate find, Green Arrow. Canary will find you for our copy of the information."

"Meet me by the fountain in Kizilay square, noon tomorrow," he called after them. The Canary repeated her cat-like grin and followed the Dreamer and Artemis out the exit.

"Is it just me or are those women so much hotter, because they can kick ass?" Flash smirked. "I want the short blonde."

"Like she'd have you." Green Arrow's chuckle joined in Aquaman's laugh.