[center][h1][color=GhostWhite][b]M A R T I A N  M A N H U N T E R[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
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Stepping through the shimmering doorway was a strange experience, even for one who had spent decades traversing the galaxies. M'gann was familiar with many forms of instantaneous travel through various hyper and warp drives, to Zeta and Boom tubes, and everything in between, but the interdimensional portal that connected realities was new to the martian. 

There was no sight, no sound. The moment her body passed through the liquid-like threshold of the doorway, all senses ceased to be. There was nothing to perceive, not even a blackness, just a complete and utter absence of everything. Yet she was aware. During the process, that instantaneous moment where M'gann was transitioning between universes, the martian's thoughts were all she had. Despite understanding on a logical level that she likely existed between dimensions for an imperceptible, infinitesimal amount of time, that moment seemed to stretch on and her thoughts began to drift toward memories of another world. 

Then, it was over and her senses returned in a sudden rush as M'gann rematerialized in another reality. Immediately she was accosted by the blaring of an alarm. Dim lights and the forms of her new, unlikely, and forced-upon comrades greeted her. It took a second for her to gather herself, but as soon as she did the martian began stretching out her awareness even further than her physical senses granted. Eyes closed, she pushed her mental perceptions outward rapidly. Unlike the last world they had arrived on, here M'gann found signs of life. Sentient thought patterns abounded within the surrounding two miles with no less than forty present within just a few hundred feet. 

What comfort that knowledge might have brought, after the devastation they had come from, was mitigated by the obvious and rather unsettling lack of lifeforms, human or otherwise, noticeable from the bunker hallways they now stood in. With so many sentient minds within the concrete walls surrounding the fivesome, there ought to be [i]some[/i] visible or auditorial sign of activity. That, coupled with the unmistakable warning alarm echoing throughout, left the Manhunter with only one conclusion. Something dangerous lurked among them. 

A conclusion the child who called himself Six supported. M'gann wasn't sure what methods the shadow-clad boy had at his disposal, but she trusted the veracity of his claims of a predator within their midst. 

She wasn't as sure about the words of another companion. 

"Deep breaths fellas," the cowboy, Hex, spoke. "We're surrounded by enemies, don't know what they are, don't know where they're coming from, and we don't know how many there are. We got them right where we want them."

The man had an unusual sense of battle tactics if that was his thoughts on their situation. M'gann highly doubted they had anything, certainly not in any preferable way. The alien eyed the oversized firearm strapped to Hex's waist. Regardless of his poor understanding of who had the advantage over whom, she hoped, at least, that the man wouldn't be a liability should things turn dire. 

The five moved through the corridors cautiously and silently. Each hallway they turned down was virtually identical both in construction and an eerie lack of life. Someone had once lived or at least worked here, that much was obvious, and one would expect to find some sign of recent activity. Yet none was to be found. 

After several minutes the group arrived at the end of a corridor, no other pathways available to take, just a solitary, heavy steel door. Above the frame, the word SECURITY was embedded into the wall, and to the left of the entrance was a nameplate that read HEAD OF SECURITY - JIM HARPER. 

Despite whatever facility they found themselves in obviously running under emergency generator power, an electro-magnetic lock held the door firmly closed. Not that locked doors had ever posed a problem for a Martian Manhunter. 

M'gann stepped past the others, gently pulling Six, who had taken the lead thus far, back behind her.

"Allow me."

One of the greatest traits afforded by martian physiology was control over their molecular structure. This enabled the race to shapeshift into innumerable forms, either altering their physical features in any way they sought fit to take, or even perfectly adopting the form of another being down to a cellular level. It also granted them the ability to lower or heighten their molecular density at will. When heightened, a martian's already considerable physical durability and strength were increased exponentially. When lowered, however, it allowed them to perform the race's most well-known and regarded ability: phasing. 

M'gann stepped through the metal security door much in the same way she had the interdimensional portal that had taken them here. In both instances, the doorways posed almost no resistance to passage. The Manhunter's body seemed to first meld into then slide through the door before she appeared on the other side. Once inside the security room, it took but a moment to find the methods to disengage the lock. Unfortunately, that method was a two-factor authentication system requiring both a keycard and a handprint scan. Neither of which M'gann possessed. 

A minute passed for the four outside the security room. M'gann had yet to return and the door had yet to unlock.

The Flash shifted his weight from foot to foot. "I don't like it," he declared, "I'm going to look for another way in. Back in a—" 

No sooner had the words left his lips before they were greeted with a heavy, metallic thunk followed immediately by a sharp snap. The thick metal door that had been magnetically sealed was pulled back and away from the entrance, not by its hinges but with the entire massive door torn from its frame. Behind it, M'gann held the door firmly in one hand, lifting it away and setting it to the side against a wall where it rested with a resounding thud.

"Apologies for the delay," she said. "It appears I did not have the proper credentials."

With the way cleared for the others to enter, M'gann turned her focus back to the room's interior. It wasn't a large space, relatively speaking. The hallways behind them had been easily wider but the five of them could fit with minimal cramping. The reason for the limited space was blatantly clear. A massive bank of video monitors covered an entire wall. Twenty-four in total in a six-by-four grid. Each monitor displayed a different room and was labeled accordingly. Set at the base of the surveillance wall was a long touchpad keyboard. 

Along the opposite wall sat a modest desk adorned with minimalistic items. Whoever Jim Harper was, he appeared to be a person of function over form as M'gann noted a distinct lack of decoration or personal effects. Atop the desk was a computer, a distinct [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/07/Project_Cadmus_%28DC_Comics_organization_logo%29.png]screensaver[/url] casting a glow across an empty chair. 

There was one object that caught M'gann's immediate attention, however, and she strode quickly over to the mostly empty desktop. Her hand reached out and wrapped around the ceramic mug that sat in one corner. The dark brown liquid inside was nearly filled to the brim, and both the cup and its contents were room temperature. 

It was the first sign of human presence they had encountered since arriving, and it disturbed her far more than the incessant screeching of alarms that had followed them throughout the complex. Whatever had happened here wasn't recent. Yet there was no sign of damage or struggle. If there had been an incident or evacuation, why were there no rescue or medical personnel swarming this place? If there had been an infiltration or attack, why was there no evidence of assault? And, more importantly, if individuals were remaining in this area as she knew there to be, why were they nowhere in sight?

Something wasn't adding up. 

She turned to the others who had already begun to investigate the monitors and computer. "I am going to scout ahead. It will be quicker for me to move alone; I can go where I please unobstructed. If I find anything I will return immediately." 

Then, she stepped through the wall and disappeared.