<div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b2/LogoVixen.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.ome.lt/SI9FwZcsIV1BbdcflrtY3K84yvQ=/1070x750/smart/filer_public/a4/06/a4063632-f7a3-485e-8c0e-33d4a8b7e7e6/jla-vixen2.jpg)</div><strong>WEARING:</strong>Traditional Vixen Gold (https://cdn131.picsart.com/273288434028211.png?r1024x1024)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Tuesday, August 25<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>3:20AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Cadmus Roof—> Inside<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Let’s get focused and get out here alive; anyone have a guess where to go?<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyone in Mission 1<br/><hr/><em><strong>“Lightning can only affect electrical appliances she touches. I don't think she can just walk up and disable dozens of premium-grade security cameras when, as you said, there's the motion sensors around. An EM wave can work but it'll alert Cadmus."</strong></em><br/><br/>“How about you don’t try to dictate what Lightning ‘<em>can</em>’ or ‘<em>cant</em>’ do, Yeah?” Damian was using his paper knowledge on what he researched on each person before coming here. But his shit needed to be updated.<br/><br/>The Apple had apparently fallen very far from the tree when it came to Damian Wayne. Vixen reminded herself that he was a tool to be used, nothing more. His arrogance, blindness, and self-importance made him apparently very blind to the fact that everyone recognized his foolishness and quickly abandoned him and his so-called, self-appointed leadership. Quick to jump ship perhaps, but when they saw more of his colors, she knew that they all came to the same conclusion: he was no leader. And would never be one. Not like his father.<br/><br/><em><strong>“Seriously though, she may be a bit emotional at the moment, but please listen to Vixen. Heh, the only other alternative is me."</strong></em><br/><br/>Vixen dangerously narrowed her eyes at him, but allowed him that comment until he ran off. She turned to Lightning. “This is coming from the guy who almost wept like a child in the Meeting Chambers when we all turned on him? Does he -really- want to talk of being emotional? ‘<em>Oh, I’m sorry guys, won’t happen again.....whaaaa, whaaaaa’.</em>. Fucking moron....” Robin was disregarding her rage as being “overly emotional” without seeing his own faults. It was a typical entitled, male quality, and it would take much for Vixen to trust him.<br/><br/>Both Stargirl and Supergirl accepted their mistakes, and with a wry grin, Vixen walked to them and lifted a hand to either of their shoulders. She looked at one, then the other with genuine affection in her wild eyes. “The more we are together, the better we will be able to read each other beyond words. But for now, please talk to each other first. We all saw what Cadmus is capable of. Let’s not allow our impulsive confidence to land us right there, collared to our handler, like 13 is.” She then turned to Jennifer as she finished her words, and with the most tenderest of motions, cupped the other woman’s cheeks and brought her head forward to press her lips to Jen’s forehead in a kiss. Once finished, Vixen leaned back but maintained the hold on either side of her head, looking deep in her eyes. “You need to be here because<strong><em>I </em></strong>need you here. Please. I can’t do this without you.”<br/><br/><em><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">“You guys can come in now.”</span></strong></em><br/><br/>Despite his toxic bullshit, the man was efficient, Vixen could give him that. She nodded to Lightning before nodding towards the others. “The pup has spoken. Let’s move.”<br/><br/><em>Araneae (spider): </em>Vixen walked to the edge and then turned in the perfect 90 degree angle down the wall, walking in a crouched position to the doorway where Robin had entered. Now invisible thanks to his works, Vixen jumped to the ground before running silently into the security office, and upon seeing the security guards on the ground she bent down to begin searching through them. Finding the elevator keycard, Vixen stood back up and left to race down the carpeted hallway towards the elevator. She slid the card, and with a<em>ping</em>the doors opened. She waited for the others to enter as her eyes scanned all 42 underground levels that was apparently built under her feet.<br/><br/>“<em>Shit</em>.” She muttered under her breath. “Laboratory after laboratory. Genetics? Cloning? Weapons Research? Tech? This fool could be anywhere.” She looked at the group. “Any ideas where to start?”