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[b][i]Metropolis…[/i][/b]

[color=00aeef]"S'happenin' Cliff, going all the way to Midway City to play [i]Snakes and Ladders?[/i]"[/color] Static asked, first to the teleporting station. 

[color=fdc68a]“Snakes in the garden of Eden, huh?”[/color]  Knight asked also, coming in shortly after. 

“Now you’ve both got me thinking ‘bout that Snakes on a Plane movie with Sam Jackson. What we’re likely dealing with is the Cult of Kob…” Robotman began to answer before Polymer swung into the room with his elastic arms. 

"I'm in! Let's go kick some scales!" he shouted excitedly, "Also… how are we getting there?" the young hero asked. 

"One day, I am seriously going to pull the wires out of that intercom if you keep using it, like some Football Announcer from Fox News. Some of us… are sleeping… or WERE sleeping!" Phantom replied coming in last. 

“Code Yellow and the best time was ten minutes?! I don’t have time to explain the teleporter station, for now just stand on the circular discs on the platform. It’s like something out of Star Trek, might make you dizzy.” Robotman exclaimed. 

The small group stepped onto the platform and Robotman was the last to do so. Punching the location in at the terminal, the man of steel and bolts cranked and clanked onto the platform and snorted from his mechanical nose. 

[b][i]Midway City…[/i][/b]

When the group teleported to Midway they landed in the old HQ of Robotman, back when he was a solo hero. Before he helped to form the League. It was a bit dusty, as he’d made his home Metro Tower in recent years. It was a large underground bunker beneath a small house on the outskirts of Midway by some forests. There were mementos from past adventures, Muscle Car magazines, and a box of cigars all around the place. And the teleporting circle thingie that popped each Leaguer out on top of one another. Static, then Knight, followed by Polymer, Phantom, and then the three hundred or so pounds of metal man that was Cliff Steele. The group grunted as he sorta fell off of them onto his feet, with a metal smirk. 

“The ladder to get out of the bunker is in the next little room. The reports mentioned the ‘snake people’ were just about half a mile east of here…” Robotman explained as the group still grunted and griped getting off each other. 

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[b][i]Los Angeles…[/i][/b]

[color=Silver]"I can fix the blackout problem if ya'll keep him preoccupied, or I can see how much juice this bad boy can handle."[/color] Silver Bolt glanced over at her teammates for some added support.

“Let me open a rift and we’ll take this guy out in the middle of a desert or something away from the city. Less innocent people to worry about! Then you can light him up!” Sideways exclaimed leaping forward not noticing Bolt biting her lip again. 

“What’s THIS? The junior Justice League?” the armored nutjob asked in amusement blasting electricity at the heroes. 

With a nod Sideways grabbed the helmeted Human Bomb and threw him at the villain. The metahuman hero exploded and knocked the man in the metal suit back and into an already wrecked car thankfully without passengers in it. Sideways threw a rift under the bulky adversary and it dropped him smack in the middle of a desert in God knows where. The heroes fell through the rift afterwards, with ‘Bomb still reassembling his atoms and forming his body en route. Sideways hit the app on his phone to send out the team’s current location to the others. Silver Bolt began lightning up the enemy with her own electrical powers to hopefully overcharge his suit. However, it was able to absorb every bit of the energy thrown at him. Including the kinetic energy and heat off the explosion Human Bomb created. The suit now had enhanced electromagnetism, strength, and a personal electro-magnetic force field. Whip like tendrils grew from metal behemoth’s gauntlets and he managed to grab Sideways and Human Bomb. HB likely would’ve blown up but he didn’t want to injure his teammate. The two began getting electrocuted before a blur pulled both of them out of the guy’s tendril range. 

The red and white blur slowed down just enough to be recognized as Impulse. 

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