JC stepped through the portal and found himself in darkness. Maybe Pistolera didn't pay the light bill. Or she didn't leave the light on. That one made sense too. He conjured up a small flame in his hand to provide some light just so he wouldn't bump into anyone. At least until they got the lights situated. When she turned on the lights he looked around the place. It was a safe house alright. It wasn't something you'd wish to go to after living at the Tower, but it was what they were going to have to deal with for now. He realized that they were missing Accelerate, Sentinel, and Microbat. She must have left them behind. He knew essentially that Sentinel and Accelerate would be fine with their speed, but he didn't know how fast Microbat could move to catch up to them while also avoiding air support. They'd be fine. He just hated the fact that they left them. They needed to be together at a time like this.

When Pistolera said she was going to check and see what the world thinks of them now he looked around and pulled out his communicator. He stared at it and was about to drop it to the floor, but stopped when Evan started talking. At first he wasn't going to pay him any mind since all of his ramblings could've been just that, drunk ramblings. He listened to him talk about going down to Tartarus and sacrificing his divinity. Talk about sacrifices. He didn't want to send Evan off on this mission, but even if the guy was drunk this did seem to make sense. They all wanted those people to have their lives back. Maybe if they did this they'd also get Rose and the twins back. The latter was just a bit more of holding onto hope. He didn't know how the revival thing worked, but he wasn't certain they could bring back people ripped to shreds by zombies.

This may not put them in totally good favor with the rest of the world, but that wasn't why they wanted to do it. At least it wasn't the reason that he wanted to do it. He wanted those innocent people to have their lives back. They didn't deserve to come to an abrupt end. This whole ordeal changed him. He normally wouldn't have cared about what happened to the people that he killed, but now? Now, he wanted nothing more than to go down there and risk his life for theirs. It made him physically sick. JC knew that Evan was right about not sending him and Simone. They were the only leaders right now that the team had.

[color=ed1c24]"This may be a dumbass drunken idea, but considering the fact that zombies came back to life, magic exists, we have powers, and gods exist it's not that much of a stretch. I'm going. We're supposed to make sacrifices like this. I don't care what you say against it. You need someone down there to make sure that this all goes down right. In the meantime. Everyone else that's not going needs to lay low. Destroy your communicators. After President Luthor realizes that we're gone the first thing he's going to do is track us with it. He's a genius after all. I'll let the others know."[/color]

He looked around at the others. They needed a fourth member for this expedition if they were going to actually go and he knew exactly who they needed. [color=ed1c24]"Our forth member has to be Sentinel. Tartarus is filled with monsters, right? We'll need as many tanks as possible."[/color] He had no doubt that Sentinel and Amazon both would be the greatest help for this. Superman fought Greek monsters before, right? Sentinel should be fine.