Bobbing like a ball on the surface of a lake, Annex had suspended himself from a pair of large rocks outside the Titans bunker base. The webbing was phenomenal. Fast drying, strong, and non-obtrusively adhesive where non-desirable. Multiple settings allowed him to do all from spreading a net to snare a near-flying bird, or lay a zip-line to cross via an appropriate hanger.

Such was the case. Annex was testing himself against nature, a dozen seagulls had fallen into the traps laying outside the bunker.

The nearby crash of the tide charging against the rock was a wholseome reminder of how very infinitesimal the margin for error had presented itself as. Freeing himself from the stones holding him, he freefell for roughly three yards before the perfect placement of his next webline became apparent. A sloshing thwip filled his ears for a split-second before he felt the line connect. Tugging on it violently resulted in his body soaring upward. On each arm he repeated the process, accelerating his climb each time before he was well above the "Tower's" roof. He fired more lines overhead, attaching himself to a gargantuan crag before slowly sliding down and entering.

He took the elevator down and to gather where he knew his team would be eating and quarreling as always. But he took the pleasurable sight out the window, admiring the traps he'd laid out for anyone with the gall to attempt entering the stronghold of the Titans East. Webs, sticky bombs, and even blunt injury snares awaited those foolish enough to try, at least those without inhuman levels of immunity. There was certainly enough of those who'd make short work of his simple defense plans.