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[color=goldenrod]Location[/color] | HQ; Briefing Room
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Much weight hung on the shoulders of Young Justice in the days that followed from the mission to Atlantis. Some walked with their heads lower, others simply kept to themselves. As it seemed, for a lot of them, this mission was their first time dealing with internal turmoil within the team. The same couldn’t be said for the animal boy. Even with all of the aftermath: Kassy getting locked up briefly, Zachy nursing a wound, Daffy-Knee having to go out of town, then finally Talon resigning from the team.

Those things made him sad inside, but it didn’t last very long. There were many times on his former BSF squad that something bad happened. There were many days that he personally suffered back then. However, it was with those, that he was also taught to recognize that sulking in the pain did nothing for anyone; not even yourself. 

Thus, Ja had given himself the task of looking after the others in the days leading up to this one. A spot of sunshine came with the reemergence of Casper, which personally put some of Ja’s thoughts about his disappearance at ease. Ultimately, though, he ended up spending most of his time with Kassy. She seemed to be going through a lot more internal struggle than even Vicky. 

However, as should be expected, their task force had to continue operating, so Kilamanjaro was ready for action upon going into the briefing. This time, they were met with a real life alien; Martian Manhunter. He was even green and bald, but he anything but small. Regardless of how cool he looked, Ja kept himself from goofing or asking questions of the Justice Leaguer.

Moreover the information brought made Ja’s posture tense some. The phrase “Meta-Human Youth Center”, struck a chord with him. That a place where kids like him could go willingly, existed in America. In Buredunia, the “Meta-Human Youth Center” was the training grounds and camps; where metas were forged into weapons through fire and brimstone…That whoever these Kobra people were would take advantage of that place to steal people for their own purposes too, gave familiar light to Ja’s resolve to stop them.

Though, the mission with the personal stake wasn’t enough to rattle him on its own. No, what rattled Ja was what he didn’t see. While Martian Man had been talking, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander around the room. His senses indicated pulses of the Green in this very room, but not just any at random. It was familiar…Looking about, he could only see his teammates…most of them, at least. When Martian Man had mentioned having to show them something with a somewhat downcast inflection in his otherwise monotone speech pattern, Ja’s attention returned.

It was when he pulled down the case, Ja felt a lump in his throat. The back of his eyes stung, but no tears came out of them. The face that held such strength in it days ago, frozen in a state of unconsciousness. A highly bewildering set of motions radiated through his body at once. His mind and emotions felt horrible that something happened to one of his most cared for friends that left her like this. Yet, with her closer, Ja felt the pulse of the Green from earlier in a much stronger form. His eyes and brain told him that she wasn’t right, that something was wrong, but his senses through the Red whispered otherwise.

The confusion so intertwined with concern made parts of his mane stand on end, as he was momentarily stunned. It was the approaching footsteps of someone else approaching that made him stir back into the moment and he turned his head to see Kassandra. Seeing her finally come out of her room for something other than food inclined him to smile briefly at her in encouragement. 

However, Ja expression defaulted to one more serious as his teammates offered their input; finding himself agreeing with Viktor. Hex, despite his powers and even age, he wasn’t quite the type to blend in with the place. On top of being a new face, his appearance was rather distinctive and memorable. Those factors would draw more eyes than theirs and in turn make him a difficult target. If these people operated anything like BSF and this situation mishandled, they could quickly put together that they’d been made…

Regardless, Ja would do his utmost to stop this. 

For the sake of his fallen friends whose memories were carved into his skin…