[center][h2][b][color=003471]EPISODE 2: A TRAITOR REVEALED[/color][/b][/h2][/center][Color=DARKRED][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]M E T R O P O L I S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]October 25[SUP]th[/SUP], 2018 - 7:14 pm | Justice League Headquarters - Metro Tower[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]

Years of living in the slums of Hub City taught Victor Sage a few things.

One of these things was to never trust [i]anyone[/i]. He had broken this rule a few times, what with Professor Rodor, Blue Beetle, Myra, etcetera, but for the most part he had held true to this. For this reason, his room in the Metro Tower had several locks on it including a fingerprint scanner, his computer had several passwords that one had to decrypt and encrypt several times before they could even get to the [i]real[/i] log in screen, and his sugar cubes were never left in the community fridge; they were always in a minifridge he kept hidden in his closet, inside of a safe that was inside of another safe.

Most would say the Question was a nut. He would say they were still in their shells.

It wasn't odd for the Question to lock himself in his room for days, even weeks on end, in fact it was pretty much a normal occurrence in the Tower to not see the faceless conspiracy theorist for days. Eventually, he would emerge from his room, bad odor radiating from him due to lack of bathing, his already lean build looking smaller due to lack of food, his rosy mask contrasting with his pale neck due to lack of sunlight. He accredited these prolonged absences to research binges, and never once was it a lie.

[b][color=003471]"... The Girl Scouts. They're expanding their reach."[/color][/b] The reporter murmured to himself, his brown eyes narrowing at the computer screen. Suddenly, he burst up, slamming his fist against his poster board full of tacked on notes. [color=003471][b]"Damn those skirt wearing, beret loving, cookie selling bastards!"[/b][/color] He turned to one of his various conspiracy boards, which he had set up over the past two days, detailing the increasing number of crop circles being produced by the Girl Scouts. [color=003471][b]"Is the future immutable!? Can destiny be changed?! Will [i]they[/i] allow it?"[/b][/color] He shouted to himself, startling Amazing Man who was walking past his door at the time. Taking a deep breath, Question sat himself back down in his chair, preparing to continue his research. He began to type...

[i]Zzzzzzzt...[/i]

Question was left dumbfounded as he stared at his pitch black monitor, wondering what happened. [color=003471][i]'... They're making their move. They need to get rid of me. Oh, those tricky little...'[/i][/color] He paused. [color=003471][i]'No. Would've been dead by now if they were after me... Just a power outage. Must investigate.'[/i][/color] With that, the Question slid on his trench coat and fedora. Pulling out a small device, he applied his Pseudoderm mask to his face, before turning the device on and allowing the bonding gas to cement it to his face whilst simultaneously reacting with the chemicals he sprayed in his hair and clothes, changing their color.

[color=003471][b]"Let's see if there are any answers that can hide from..."[/b][/color]

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