Bunker Alpha Facility
July 6, 2019
2100 HRS ZULU

While the rest of the Team relaxes back at the Cave, several senior members and a few younger members meet with Mr. Graves to discuss plans for defending the Earth during the upcoming invasion. Nightwing, Kid Flash, Zatanna, Wonder Girl, Rocket, Blue Beetle, and Tigris step off the Seahawks that brought them the 'top-secret', high-tech underground facility. Joe and his cousin, Tom, greet them and then guide them done a wide corridor--while escorting a handcuffed Arsenal. The field artillery officers follow them.

They pass by several dozen briefing rooms. Some of the rooms have the door closed, and the words 'Classified Briefing' are enshrined on the doors' dark, tinted glass windows. But many of the doors are open, and the sounds of more than thirty different commanding officers, generals, and admirals can be heard; each one dealing out a heavily detailed plan for a massive attack on foreign world or the defense of a major city or military base. Several of these commanders are speaking English. Russkiy. Romani. Français. Deutsche. Español. Afrikaans. Eurbaa. Hebrew, and a dozen other languages are heard as well; just to name a few. The group stops in front of a set double doors, and they are led into a large room. The plaque next to the door says Briefing Room 101.

"Take a seat please," Mr. Graves states calmly as he gestures toward the table and chairs in the center of the room.

The Team and the officers do as they are ordered. Arsenal is shoved into his seat by his accompanying MPs.

"We're waiting on a few others," the highest officer in the room states, when his guests start fidgeting in their seats--mostly Wally. "We'll get started once they arrive."

Just then, Mr. Graves's phone rings. He answers, and works his way to the door.

"Hello, and how did you get this...Oh Ms. Waller, how nice to hear from you...."

He covers the phone and tells the others, "Excuse me while I take this important call."

He exits the room, stating, "Yes, I'm still here...What are talking about? Lawrance will be a great addition to the Squad. And no, you can't have any of the kids...."

For a few minutes, there is silence. That is interrupted when Mr. Graves storms back into the room. 

"...And they shall arrive on schedule for the briefing? That's good to hear. I'll see you later," he says, and hangs up.

Before he can explain what that was all about, a different type of interesting character shoves his way into the room.

"I told you to keep your hands off of me!!!" a man in a red hood exclaims, slamming an unfortunate Marine on to the table.

Before the situation can get any more out of hand, Mr. Graves shouts, " Gentlemen! You can't fight in here! This is the War Room!"

Kid Flash and Nightwing snort at the cheezy movie reference.

"What's so funny, Golden Boy," Red Hood states angrily.

"Nothin'," Nightwing replies.

Red Hood just scoffs at his response. But before he can say anything, Mr. Graves stops him.

"Take your seat please, Mr. Todd," Mr. Graves orders viciously, with a tone that would make even the Batman think twice before engaging him.

For one of the few times in his life, Jason Todd does as he is told. He then tries to start a conversation with the rest of the gathered Team members.

"Glad to see you again, Kid," he says sincerely. "Personally, I think that future kid was a poor substitute any way."

Wally just scoffs at the comment. He goes to retaliate, but Artemis stops him by placing a firm grip on his shoulder.

"I see that Arty still has yah on a leash," the anti-hero chuckles. "Now which is worse: the never-ending grip of that dimension of pure energy or her hovering?"

Wally just tightens his fists, as Jason moves on to his next target.

"You're that Blue Beetle guy, aren't yah?"

"Yeah," Blue responds.

"How did it feel to be the puppet of race of known interstellar conquerors?" Hood instigates.

"A lot better than you're going to feel, ese, if you don't stop bothering mis amigos!" he spits back.

Red Hood laughs in response. "Now who was that speaking? You or the alien parasite?"

"Both," Blue retorts in a slightly demonic tone, as the Scarab tries to talk through him. "Besides, you don't want to know what the alien parasite had to say."

"And why's that?"

"It would just frighten you," Jaime answers angrily.

Red Hood just bursts out laughing . 

"Any time, any place. You name it, and I'll be there to kick your sorry ass," Red Hood states ending the conversation with Blue Beetle.

He turns to Arsenal and starts to prosecute him.

"What's with the new bling Roy?" Jason says cheekily and referring to the cuffs on Arsenal's wrists. "Who did you piss off this time?"

Arsenal smiles and states, "Oh, I blew up a general's car, and I'm going to be court martialed for it."

"Really?" Jason chuckles. "I did worse, and I'm still free."

Arsenal nods, and Joe scoffs.

"Something to add soldier boy?" Jason taunts.

"How about the fact that the only way you are here right now is that you tried to escape from CIA blacksite that my father's company oversees?" the Lieutenant smirks.

"You wanna go, pal?" Hood states, slightly pissed off that someone is challenging his false senses of authority and superiority.

"Come on! Come at me, Todd!" Joe instigates. "I've been waiting for something like this since the Bush Administration!"

The two throw their chairs to the side, and stride towards each other. But before they can get any closer, Mr. Graves steps between them.

"Joe, Sit down!" the Grand Marshall orders.

The Lieutenant does as he is ordered.

"That's right! Go on and sit down, Dada's Boy!" Red Hood shouts.

With an stern and angry look on his face that would make even the Batman and the Superman cower in fear, Mr. Graves turns around stares directly into Jason's twisted soul.

"Mr. Todd," Mr. Graves starts with an unexpectedly calm tone and neutral face. "If I were you, I wouldn't go around threatening to harm family members and close friends of the family of the most powerful human in the galaxy."

He pauses, and Jason tries to rebuttal, but is cut off by the trillionaire military industrialist.

"Let's take look at those that follow you, now, huh. As of the minute you walked into the room, there are over 168 warrants from over 90 nations asking for your head and/or lifeless corpse. There are dozens of similar contracts for your assassination, totaling up to about 6.8 billion dollars."

"Only six-point-eight? Even Blue, over there is worth more."

"Don't tempt me, Todd. For under the American Freedom Act of 2015, I am authorized to use any and all means to ensure this nation's safety and security. So go ahead. Harm my son, or his friends, and I will take that North Korean contract for six-point-seven. I will personally airmail your almost lifeless corpse inside a Titan-II with a thirty-eight megaton warhead on an undetectable one way trip from Topeka to Pyongyang. Now, SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!!"

Upon hearing this, Jason slowly backs away and sit down quietly.

The rest of them sit in silence; contemplating why it is not a good idea to cross Mr. Graves.

The moment is cut short when Amanda Waller and her Squad storm into the room.

"How's it goin', Mates," Captain Boomerang hollers as he enters the room, flanked by Killer Frost.

Wally stands in an instant, but Tigris restrains him by grabbing his arm and stepping in front to face him.

Arsenal and Tom are barely able to restrain Nightwing, when he catches sight of Harley Quinn and Killer Croc.

The situation sours further when someone says, "Hello...Baby Girl."

Once she lets go of him, Wally quickly speeds his way through the crowd to stand in front Sportsmaster. He catches the full blow of Arty's roundhouse kick to the face.

"He's..." Wally says weakly, "not...ugh...worth it."

He passes out from the impact, and is caught by both Tigris and Col. Flagg--who has pushed Sportsmaster into his seat. The Colonel helps her carry Wally back to his seat, as he wakes up.

"Here's some advice, kid," Flagg says friendly. "Don't get between these two."

"Noted," the speedster replies, still in pain.

The rest of the Task Force takes their seats, as Mr. Graves and Ms. Waller take their places at the front of the room--where a giant projector screen has suddenly appeared.

"That couldn't have gone better, if you ask me," Mr. Graves states happily.

Amanda just scoffs. "Really?"

"Not every instance of insubordination requires a person's brains to be splattered over six states."

Amanda just smirks.

"Any way," Mr. Graves states confidently, as he retakes control of the room. "Let's get down to business, now shall we?   W.I.L.S.O.N.!"

The A.I. appears on the screen behind the two high power players. "Yes, Sir?"

"Execute Briefing Order 66."

"Aye, Sir."

The screen starts to display deep space satellite images of a distant planet. One with immense jets of fire spewing from it.

"This world, pictured behind me, is the reason you are all here tonight."

"Is that..." Superboy starts.

"Yes, it is," Mr. Graves states solemnly. "The world pictured behind me is the home planet of the God of Antilife. This world is--"

"Apokalyps," Wally states--not a single inch of emotion or pain in his voice.