It was now or never.  With the boys outside spraying testosterone upon the tanks and soldiers that had began to siege their tower, any chances of them looking decent to the public eye was eviscerated with much brutality.  Hatty wasn't going to hold this portal forever, so, with a slight pat on his shoulder, Rhea leaped through the waning rift.  She tumbled through the dark chasm, tripping on her feet upon landing on the dusty floor.  The place, wherever they were, reeked of dust and disuse; this was something that Rhea had expected of Smokey's hideout-- or any hideout for that matter.  Finally, Rhea got to her feet but, no sooner did she do this, immediately a barrage of people appeared from the rift, one of them knocking Rhea back to the floor with his or her collision.  [color=aba000]"Great... just great..."[/color]  the healer groaned before dusting herself, noticing that the lights were beginning to flicker on.  She briefly saw Smokey waltzing around the room before noticing that the whole place had the stench of gunpowder in it, reminding the healer that they were in the home of a trained killer.  Honestly speaking, she never expected someone so secretive and reclusive to share her home with them.  For one, she could have easily rushed out of the tower and went to her hideouts without a second thought for them; she could have gotten away clean.  She didn't-- that was what mattered to the healer who was busy examining the targets that were embedded to the walls, some of them were riddled with bullets.  [color=aba000]"Dis place be remindin' me of da monastery where I be comin' from."[/color]  Rhea smoothed her fingers over the bullet holes, picturing the assassin to have trained here day and night.  Her eyes turned to Smokey, noticing that she was paying little attention to them.  Well, the assassin was normally distant to the team, so this was no surprise.  Still...

[color=aba000]"Smokey."[/color]  Rhea began as a slight small formed on her lips.  Heck, this might be the first time that she and Smokey interacted.  [color=aba000]"Thanks for leadin' us 'ere.  I'm sorry for thinkin' dat ye might have skedaddled when things be turnin' fer the worst.  I was wrong 'bout ya.  No matter what other people be sayin', I really think yer a good person... if you dig deep enough--- like, [i]really[/i], [i]really[/i] deep enough."[/color]

She might make a good leader in hindsight.  She's got the brains and the beauty to seal the deal.  Her ability to weave out strategies under the stress of pressure was already something that the other titans didn't have; she was the most mature out of everyone here.  She didn't panic or become nervous and, if she did, Smokey had the innate talent to keep it hidden.  Truly, she was the closest image of Rose that the titans had-- hopefully, she wouldn't end up the same way.  Others may not agree but Rhea could really see Smokey leading them in the future.  Sure, she held no visible emotions whatsoever but, then again, that's what the other titans were there for:  to balance the leader out.  A leader would always be hated, no matter what.  No matter how many times the leader had succeeded, there would always be loathers and Smokey knew how to deal with them.  She was headstrong and determined; the traits that the Teen Traitors needed the most at the helm.  If there was anything that Rhea could do, it would be to follow Smokey's banner in the future.  That is... if there was even a future for them to begin with.

Suddenly, Evan slunk out into the open, laying out his plans to go to the netherworld and, apparently, dance with some devils to resurrect the people that they had killed.  The plan was plausible...  if the ones who would go were the big-time titans like Tulip, Sentinel and Evan himself...  however, if Rhea were to go, would her life really weigh equal to that of saving multiple lives?  Unlikely.  It still felt uncomfortable looking at Evan when the memories of him lashing out at her still echoed clearly inside her but, perhaps, it was all a matter of emotional highs-- they were teens before traitors after all.  Now was not the time to hold grudges; besides, Rhea was never the type to hold grudges.  Even JC pitched in with his idea of bringing Sentinel along with them...  assuming Kid Krypto doesn't [i]literally[/i] make Hell freeze over.  She had to admit...  the plan sounded tantalizing with the idea of bringing back everybody to life.  However, an offer [i]this[/i] good had to have a price that was just as good.  After all, you can't get a porsche without throwing in an arm or two-- unless, you steal it.  In their case, to bring back the slain, they would need to pay something more than just mere lives and divinity.  Unless... they do something illegal-- heck, as if the things that they did were legal.

[color=aba000]"What if lil'o Hades don't take no offer?"[/color]  Rhea blurted out.  She had heard some information on Tartarus or, generally, in greek mythology when reading books to improve her English.  [color=aba000]"I doubt he'd easily be lettin' yer hides outta Hell.  After all, only the dead should be tippy-toin' inside Tartarus, yes?"[/color]  the healer sighed in exasperation.  [color=aba000]"Look, I'm all for the plan.  I think it be a good idea but we maybe bitin' more dan what we could be chewin'.  Messin' with life and death could be havin' too many'a consequences."[/color]  Her eyes turned to Evan, the one who had offered his immortality on a silver platter.  [color=aba000]"Evan, I be believin' that offerin' yer immortality should be da last resort when all else be failin'."[/color]  [i]Besides, should the civilians come back to life...  Luthor might just take the credit for himself, putting us on the bad spot.  We're already divided as it is...  getting split up further would just be... insane.[/i]

So, what now?  The suicide squad was composed of Evan, Skelly, JC and Sentinel?  Brilliant...  Rhea couldn't help but feel that they were all just puppets on strings; someone was pulling the threads and watching them dance like a sick entertainment.  It seemed like... everything was just a part of someone else's plan.  All events were like a line of dominoes... once the first piece fell, everything came down with it.  All of it started on that one fateful clash at the chinese restaurant.  The better question was...  who assembled those dominoes? 

Everything was moving way too fast for her.  Just a week ago, they were still vagrant titans inside the tower.  Now?  Refugees on the run.  [color=aba000]"I can go if Sentinel don't want no trip to the underworld, but...  he's not really here, is he?"[/color]  Rhea pondered as she pinched the bridge of her nose in thought.  [color=aba000]"Just..."[/color]  her voice broke.  [color=aba000]"...just make sure you all come back home.  We've already lost a lot as it is."[/color]  

[i]I don't want to lose any more of you.[/i]