<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cf/6b/72/cf6b72b7188eb88ca94ea875a019b38e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Shazam<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Metropolis <br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 10/19 5:01pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Godly Wisdom brah</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> When they entered, Billy couldn't help but sighing when his eyes looked around and saw all the bodies. A few had been killed by the breach, meaning of course they had no idea it was coming. Even if they had warning, the EMP probably threw everyone into disarray. Everyone though, had a neat bullet hole in the center of their forehead. The exit wounds were <em>not</em> pretty. Shazam didn't even seem to move, but suddenly had several ID's in his hand and was reading over them, committing these men and women's names to memory.<br/><br/> "Their families deserve to know. We need to tell them after this." And though it was a genuine act of kindness, his tacitcal mind couldn't help memorizing things like positions they held and clearance levels. Any little clue could help immensely. He looked around the room, then at the inside of the breach. Work like this was commonplace in the world of military, wet work, private contractors, and villainy even. But just because the method was commonplace, didn't mean the execution wasn't top notch. He had to give credit where it was due here. This person was highly efficient, organized, and knew how to do this sort of thing. <br/><br/>Even a team couldn't move this good without an Ace or someone running it. He almost had a clear picture when he looked at the door that had been torn open by brute strength. That added another variable, as the method was clearly different from the breach. Did that mean the tech and gear they had wasn't good enough for the door? Or did whoever they brought along as muscle decide his way was just easier? Either way, things were more difficult now. <br/><br/>"Good thing your staff is still useable; it'll be a big help probably in...whatever it is we're dealing with. And I guess it's a good thing you didn't take it, huh? Probably wouldn't have had your staff on hand when this went down." He took a few seconds to pause and gather his thoughts before opening his mouth again. "Even though the mangled door threw me off a bit, I think so far I've been able to narrow down just who is capable of something like this. One of Batman's Rogue's is probably our best bet. I swear Bats finds the most annoyingly skilled bad guys he can just to test himself," he said with a mirthless chuckle.<br/><br/> "This was the work of a Deathstroke, or Deadshot; someone on that level of not only skill, but ruthlessness. But the door...I'm still not sure. I've read on his file that Slade has enhanced strength, but I've never seen it firsthand so I can't say for sure if this was him. But we're close. We just need to keep on going." When he heard the Martian's deep, calming voice over the comms, he hoped it was some good news. But he couldn't have been more wrong.<br/><br/> No life-signs in the building aside from them, which meant either the bad guys had shielding from J'onn somehow, or they were long gone. It also meant the entire staff were dead. "Acknowledged, Manhunter. <em>Fuck</em>," he muttered. "Alright, team. Let's pick up the pace a bit. We might've missed them here, but that doesn't mean we can't pick up on a trail." He walked over to the door and held out his palm, summoning an orb of light to it. Then he gestured and it floated above them, casting a pale light over everything. Then he walked through, making sure to keep his head on a swivel and put himself in harm's way before the others needed to.<br/><br/></span>