<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">GM POST</span></strong></div><br/>Fire, for her part, watched over the top of her magazine at how Rocket was dealing with Firestorm splitting into two fine young men, and concealed a green-lipped smirk with the glossy paper. Without making any comment, however, she glanced down at her silent, uncalled cell phone. Was the Flash going to continue to ignore her? Why did the speedster not act<em>como hombre</em>?!<br/><br/>With Icon underwater, doing his thing, he was separated from the other members of the team. Not that it was a bad place to be for someone who could theoretically go to toe to toe with Superman. The scans he performed on the ships revealed that, in the main, they were legit. Some of the ships had to be decoys, simply there to establish a pattern that would prove harmless if they were ever inspected - their cargoes were full of the usual consumer goods and raw materials one would expect on ships of their type and point of origin.<br/><br/>One ship, however, was what the team was looking for. It had normal stuff on it - WayneTech consumer electronics, Queen Industries autoparts, and so forth. But several shipping containers had weapons manufactured in Eastern European arms factories: knock-offs of Kalashnikovs and other ubiquitous small arms models. Some were stamped in such a way that indicated they were made in Vlatava, others Markovia, and still others in the Czech Republic. Others had vials of chemicals that was the real prize. The ship in question was the Santa Maria IV.<br/><br/>And while Icon was doing the scanning that related this information to him, he was joined by someone drawn by his sudden and comparatively violent entrance into the water.<br/><br/>"Hey buddy." A voice sounded through the water for Icon to hear. Its point of origin was a creature that was part man, part shark, but ten feet of "you are going to get fucked up, son." Because the figure near Icon was King Shark, a metahuman who professed to be the son of the Shark God (which others denied based on unsubstantiated reasons), and a regular foe of Aquaman. Right now, although Icon could not know it, King Shark was a member of the Secret Six, the rest of whom were inside the cargo hold of the Santa Maria IV.<br/><br/>"You uh, you looking to be a hero there, buddy?" King Shark asked, flashing several rows of serrated, sharp fangs. Fangs that were sharp enough to take a bite out of not just the King of the Seven Seas, but Superman too. King Shark had done it before. It was awesome. Jawesome, in fact. "Yeah, I bet you're looking to be a hero." Then King Shark chuckled. "Suck my dick I'm a shark!" The villain roared, his meme battle-cry at odds with the real danger posed by a giant fist that flew Icon's way with impossible speed. The left hook hit Icon right in the face, and sent him flying to the ocean floor. King Shark not only had the super-strength to his someone on Icon's level, but he also had that super-rough shark's skin amped up to the point where hitting or getting hit by King Shark was coming into contact going to make hamburger out of the stuff making contact that was not King Shark. Not a super good situation to be in. Not at all.<br/><br/>King Shark swam at Icon, ready to follow that attack with another big hit . . .