[center]Julian Luthor[/center]

In the computer room, with Kyle and Aiden, the hacking was tracking on slowly. "Brute forcing this isn't working as well as I'd like. Aiden, I'm all out of tricks. We'll need to fight the so called heroes." Julian told Aiden, walking over to the computers again. "Kyle, be ready to fry these computers when I tell you. I'll take down the EMP shielding." He promised. 

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a password to find." Julian said, bopping the holographic keyboards on his arm. The blue display turned red, and a almost [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzbJMCSfcPY]decade old tune[/url] started playing from out of one of the gadgets he carried in his belt. Was a miniature speaking capable of processing 225 Decibel truly necessary? Yes. Yes it was. He needed to access the Lexcorp files. There was no way this was a testing facility that didn't have ties to CADMUS and the Lexcorp. A heavy sigh came when his mind reached the thoughts of his father. It was only hours since he had been in Metropolis, laying him to rest, and yet, it felt like forever. Using every trick he ever knew, within two minutes he found the password, and rumbling from outside of the room -fighting, certainly let him know it was just in time. 

 With a loud sigh, as the song came to an end Julian pushed the final button. "All right. I copied the files into Proctor Stewarts own email account. He's gonna be a little upset about those 6 Terabytes of Data I just dumped. Especially since they were all useless information. We're the villains, right?" Julian said, with a slight smirk. "All right, Kyle. Shields are down, fry it. I'll get rearmed." Julian said, opening up the steel briefcase he had placed at his feet previously.

Pressing the biometric lock on his shoulder, the light arm came off, as he pulled up the much bigger, heavier arm. The Electromagnetic technology made the arm find it's own place on his shoulder, all he had to do was hold it there, it clicked into place and after taking a few seconds to calibrate to his nervous system, the arm was fully combat ready. Putting the other arm back in the briefcase, Julian nodded for the two to head for the exit.

[i]Out of the frying pan, into the fire.[/i]

[center]Rita Rexen[/center]

She had been quiet, she swore she did her best. Like sneaking in after a night at the clubs during her freshman year. But, apparently, that hadn't been enough, when she heard the superspeeding steps coming towards her. It wasn't the Allen kid, he didn't have the balls. And Hawklady would be flying. No, it had to be the Kryptoninan. Rita's lips curled into a smile, a smile that quickly faded once the blue streak clotheslined her in the face, sending her flying through the other wall. Skidding several times, Rita came to a halt when her index finger could grasp the ground. Tearing up the steel flooring as she slowed down. "That's all you got, Superbrat?!" Rita shouted, mocking the Kryptonian. "Come on, methheads on Venom hit harder than that!"

He was faster - sure, but did he actually know how to fight?