<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, 0300<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Batman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605226#msg13605226)<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Zatan recognized Deathstroke instantly. There weren’t too many Halloween colored mercenaries running around the planet. The covert mission became exponentially more difficult with the assassin in the mix.<br/><br/>The sorcerer Zatan was accustomed to going head to head with other wielders of the magic arts – Felix Faust, Wotan, Circe…he’s traveled to mystic lands and visited the various elemental Parliaments of Earth. His very blood was born of magic.<br/><br/>This was different and forced him out of his element. As a member of the Justice League he would face whatever was put before him. Zatan looked to the caped crusader. While not knowing all the details of Batman’s past interactions with Deathstroke, he knew enough.<br/><br/>“Sorry, Batman, no can do. I think it’s pretty clear this is bigger than we thought.” Zatan whispered. “I’ll go only when you do. Deathstroke can’t harm me if he can’t touch or shoot me.” It was easier said that done, but in reality unless Deathstroke sniped Zatan or somehow surprised and overwhelmed him it would be difficult for the assassin to harm the magic user. Zatan might not have the fighting skills on par with a Batman, it didn’t mean he was defenseless.<br/><br/>Zatan pulled out his deck of cards and began to set down the Ace of spades face up. “I’d suggest we avoid Deathstroke and continue reconnaissance.”<br/><br/>“I ylnmelos raews taht I ma pu ot on doog.”<br/><br/>The color on the card faded and the “A” began to morph. Thin black lines began to appear and form shapes. The card transfigured into a map of the compound with a single dot moving slowly in the largest building. “Who ever said Harry Potter wasn’t real magic?” Zatan conjured his own version of a marauder’s map.<br/><br/>“That’s Deathstroke.” Zatan pointed at the dot. Zatan waved his hand over the map, another dot appeared. “That’s the nearest data port. If you can get into the system we might be able to get the information and get out just as planned.”<br/><br/>