<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Arms and Espionage</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Zatan.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zatan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arizona, USA — "American AAE" weapons manufacturing plant<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>October 25, 2017, 0330<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>MM<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Zatan and Batman had been at it for several minutes – peering through files, navigating the computer, opening locked cases. So far nothing much of value had unveiled itself. Perhaps the office they randomly entered into was a low level human resources officer or staffer that didn’t have access to anything of interest.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, with Deathstroke in the picture the stakes raised significantly. The team had to find something that would help unlock the mysteries before them.<br/><br/>It was in the middle drawer of the third file cabinet where Zatan likely found a break. Inside was a nondescript metal box, big enough to hold paper if it was folded in half. He slowly shook the box in the drawer and it did have some contents. Something was clinking inside – perhaps a jump drive or key.<br/><br/>Zatan carefully lifted the box out of the file cabinet with this right hand. He placed it in his left and then hovered his right over it. He took in a slight breath and as he was about to release an incantation the knob of the door to the hallway began to turn.<br/><br/>Zatan looked back at Batman whose gaze moved from the door know to Zatan. It only took a slight nod from the caped crusader for Zatan to change his spell. With this right hand he closed the file cabinet as Batman shut down the computer and picked up any trace of their existence. Likely it would be known that there were intruders as Zatan intended to take the locked box.<br/><br/>“Tropsnart su ot eht srats.”<br/><br/>Zatan spoke softly, but confidently.<br/><br/>Zatan and Batman’s forms vanished from the room. When his vision returned, Zatan saw stars – literally. His vision was foggy and obscured by black splotches. He fell to his knees and dropped the metal box. His left arm wrapped around his stomach and his right hand slammed over his mouth. Zatan forced himself to swallow repeatedly to keep from blowing chunks all over the watchtower floor.<br/><br/>Once he recovered, the sorcerer looked up at Martian Manhunter. “I think I overdid it.” Zatan continued to breath slowly, a trick taught by his father to regain his surroundings and replenish his equilibrium. He looked down at the box on the ground. “But we bring a gift.”<br/><br/>