[center][h1][u]The Journey Begins[/u][/h1][/center]
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[center][h2]Chapter 1[/h2]
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South America, Undisclosed Location

	In the midst of a dense jungle where the canopy is so thick that even sunlight is scares on the floor below, few animals stir about in the evening hours. A small rodent of some sort or another scurries across the leaf covered ground, riddled with the roots of large trees, making its way to an unseen burro as large snake lies lazily on a branch watching, sniffing the air with its slender tongue darting in and out. Hidden in the shadows, higher up in the trees, a panther sits looking for any signs of a sizeable meal. The intense golden yellow eyes slowly looking from one area to the next stopping as it stood at attention sniffing the air. Arching its back and scrunching its nose it started to hiss and growl, making its hair stand on end then leaping down and darting off with lighting speed. Just a moment later the serene jungle scene was shattered by a burst of lightning, energy and gusts swirling into a spherical shape, crackling and popping for several long seconds before a figured appeared with a burst of the sphere’s sudden disappearance.

	The figure was almost immediately, upon arrival, dropped to the ground visibly wounded from some unknown fight. Struggling to his feet he briefly looked around at his surrounding then made his way to what seemed like a random tree. The tree in focus was a large tree measuring about seven to eight feet in diameter, and covered in knobby protrusions. The injured figure made it to the tree and put his hand on one of the knobs, waiting a moment nothing seemed to happen. “Darn you Batman.” He said half laughing and half coughing a wet cough causing a small bit of blood to drip down his chin. He then placed his hand on another knob witch produced an audible click, and what followed was the opening of a secret door to which the figure stumbled into. The door closed and what turned out to be an elevator began to descend. For several moments the figure lay slumped in the elevator making a wet sort of wheezing with every breath.

	As he sat in the elevator he thought back at why he came here and what had lead him hear.
[i]”Falsh!” Batman barked in an annoyed and angry tone. “This is not a discussion, nor a debate. You are the only one at this point that can save what will become of earth.” An explosion could be heard in the distance emanating from somewhere in the Watchtower.
“What if there is nothing left! What if I only find ashes or no one is left alive that can make a difference?” Flash didn’t want to just leave his team. “How do we know this will work?”
“It has to.” Batman said in return. This was his tock answer that really couldn’t be argued. There was really no other option for them at this point and the outlook of their situation was not the best. “There is no time to waste now.” As if to agree with batman the Watchtowers computer system sent out a impact alert. “GO BERRY, RUN!”[/i]

	As the elevator door opened the lights to a vast room slowly came on one after another revealing a kind of control center. The figure, now resorting to a crawl, pulled himself out of the elevator.
“Welcome, Flash.” A computer voice called out.
“Cassidy, Enact Protocol: House Calls. Pass Code:  Backyard, Nigeria, Boxcar, Omega.” The flash called back. The computer said nothing in response, but at a console with many different monitors a handful of screens turned on illustrating it was contacting several people. Over a different corner some lights came on revealing a half built structure with blueprints labeled “Space Manipulation/Beacon”. On the table with the papers a beacon activated, shooting up an antenna that began blinking and beeping. While this all happened the flash silently passed still on the entrance landing just outside of the elevator until his chest emblem began to release an immense amount of energy, and with a flash of electricity he was gone.