The first step. Open to anybody, especially titans central.

Zack glared through his eternal grin, his eyes burning with hatred down at the men patrolling the dock. On one side, there was the water and the edge of the docks, on the other, a once abandoned warehouse, one still marked as nothing on the city maps. As private security walked the grounds and patrolled in armored vehicles complete with turrets, it was obvious that the building wasn't abandoned, at least not anymore. Zack sighed, preparing himself for what he was about to do. For the millionth time, he checked the adress that Liev had given him, making absolute sure that he was in the right place. Unless Liev had made a mistake, he was. He put the slip of paper away, and dropped to the ground, blending seamlessly into the night. He was too focused on his task to check if anyone was following him. One of the guards stood off to himself, lowering the mask that normally covered the lower half if his face to have a cigarette. It was his last mistake. His scream was cut short by a wet slicing sound, his body crumpling in a lifeless heap, the cold ground rising up to meet him. As another guard walked forward to investigat, Zack crouched in the darkness of the night, his knife at the ready.

Dar sat in the shadows, watching the warehouse. It wasn't doing anything.

Seth had told him that at least one Teen Titan was going to attack this warehouse tonight. Seth hadn't told him why, or what was in the warehouse, or how he knew about it. He had just said to stop the Titan, to cause him pain in any way possible.

Dar saw a figure running in the shadows, killing guards. That was him, the Titan. Dar stood. He wasn't wearing his armor, but rather his civilian clothes. He ran after the stranger trying to catch up to him. He saw the shadow croutch and decided to do a sneak attack from behind.

Unfortunately, Dar wasn't able to run very quietly, which might have made his approach noticable. Jumping into the air, Dar came down in a double-foot stomp at where the Titan's head should have been.

Zack was in his element. He lived for the sound of a blade slicing through flesh, of the stifled death rattle, to watch the life drain from the eyes of his victim. He had joined the Titans partially on a whim, partially seeking redemption. As the second in command, he hadn't been able to kill in so long, too long since he had last stolen that which was so precious from another soul. As he pulled his knife from the throat of another guard, his grin widened and his eyes grew manic as he basked in the smell of blood. Lost in the moment, he licked the flat of his blade, closing his eyes as he savored the sanguinary flow like a noble might savor a fine taste of wine. Slipping away from the corpse, he casually flicked his wrist, launching a spatter of blood from the tip of his knife out into the open. Having already memorized the pattern of the guards, Zack knew there would be another in a moment. Sure enough, a duo of guards came walking along the path, towards where Zack lie in wait. One of them noticed the blood, and the two cautiously advanced forward, weapons raised. As they entered a narrow alley between a pair of rusting cargo containers, the guard in front failed to notice his partner behind him vanish into the darkness, only turning around after hearing a wet gurgle a moment later. Looking frantically around, the guard tried in vain not to panic, to steel himself against the terror that threatened to overwhelm him. Something caught his eye. There! At the edge of his vision! Movement! He whirled around in time to see a pair of glistening hazel eyes, filled with a mix between cruel hatred and a sadistic delight, an eerie grin, the teeth stained with blood, and a blade, dripping red and in mid swing. Zack raised a bemused eyebrow as the guard stood, clutching his throat in a vain attempt to stop the arterial spray. Quickly losing interest in the man's desperate antics, Zack landed a bone crunching kick to the guard's chest, his grin widening as he felt ribs snap beneath the assault. Moving onward, Zack crouched in the shadows, glaring intently at the warehouse, going over his next carefully planned move. He only had precious minutes before the next scheduled check in for the first set of now dead guards. Zack heard two distinct sounds that were out of place. Two people, by the sounds both were likely male, one slender and the other seemed heavier than most. Zack heard the slender male drop unknowingly into a crouch next to him. Not recognizing Liev thanks to his outfit, Zack whirled around, aiming a slash for Liev's throat. In the space of a split second, time within Zack's mind seemed to slow as his training kicked in. There was his opponent, still in mid turn, his blade was almost at its target, before the second ticked by the slender man would be dead or dying. Then Zack noticed something. There was movement behind him, visible in the reflection of Liev's eye. It wasn't something that most would have noticed, but after being hunted by one of the most subtle and cunning assassins for so long, one had to learn to spot such things or die. Opting to bring the full force of his attack on the newcomer, Zack used his momentum to kick the disguised Liev back and continue to whirl around, bringing his blade to meet his attacker.

Tsesso had decided on that day, to do patrols down at the docks and boy, did he have his work cut out for him. Twice he was stopped by private security contractors and twice, he dropped them like a bad habit. Anyone that tried stopping him, well, let's just say a sudden case of sizzling indigestion, was the least of their worries. You see, He had shot them, but not with a bullet. No that would have been noisy and would have jammed his gun instead, he had put a hole in each of them with a beam of concentrated light. It was flashy, but thankfully noiseless. Before continuing on his madcap patrol route, Tsesso looted their bodies of their firearms and the magazines. He would need the brass for later.

He was close to the current scene, close enough to hear it at least and notice a few dead bodies displaced in the shadows. It was hard to see, but it was noticeable. Carefully stalking up to the scene he saw what was going down; someone was attacking another, while that person was attacking another. It was odd but in Tsesso's mind the guy trying to plant his feet directly into the back of the other man's skull was possibly the antagonist and without really thinking it through, he fired, twice. Two beams of brilliant white streaked through the air, aiming to slam into Dar's chest with unbridled fury and merciless justice. Tsesso wasn't a saint, that was for damn sure and he didn't think things through sometimes, but from his stand point he could only conclude the immediate threat was Dar and so, took what he knew to himself as the appropriate course of action. By shooting at him with sizzling hot beams of light. Gotta get closer, but not too close. I don't want anyone to try and get a shot at me.

Dar missed crushing the sneaking man's skull, and was rewarded with a knife to the stomach. The blade actually stabbed into him a little bit...and it hurt. Pulling back from the blade, Dar got hit in the chest twice by lasers.

'Why was everyone picking on him?' he wondered as he was grabbed his slightly burned chest. Normal guns only caused him discomfort, and normal people couldn't stab through his skin.

He was in the right place...but it still hurt. He should have worn his armor.

Dar bolted at Zack at practically a full run, comarable to an olympic runner, and punched at his face with 800 pounds of pressure.

Zack would have normally dodged or deflected the blow, but even he wasn't perfect, and his attention was now divided between three different people. Apokoliptian flesh and bone collided with the U.S. Military's most powerful alloy with a reverberating clang, causing Zack to stagger backwards and drop his knife, which was quite an accomplishment. He was also aware of Liev's attack, though it was of less concern to him at the moment, Liev was more likely to break his toe than to injure Zack. Quick to recover, Zack focused his attention on Dar, using the momentum of Dar's punch, he spun, grabbing Dar's wrist with his left hand. Zack flicked his ankle, spinning himself around and yanking Dar with him. The end result saw Dar on his stomach with Zack lying on his back on top of Dar, still holding Dar's arm, which was now twisted behind him at a painful angle as Zack pulled it across his chest. Magnetically clamping his left hand shut in order to keep his grip on Dar's wrist, Zack tried to work his right arm around Dar's throat in an attempt to choke him out. Between surviving the knife and lasers and the power behind the punch, Zack figured that Dar wasn't human, and was definitely stronger and more resilient than any human. Zack wasn't sure how strong Dar was, though he hoped his immense weight would be enough to keep him pinned. Either way, it wouldn't matter if Zack could just get his right arm around Dar's neck. "You shouldn't have come here Liev." Zack's voice was strained as he struggled with Dar. "I will not rest until the horrors of the past are dead and gone, until it can never happen again. These men made their choice. You were made, just like me. I don't know the specifics of your experiment, but I am a weapon. This is what I was built for. I am a screwdriver being used to hammer in nails when I fight non-lethaly. Only when I kill am I performing the way I should be. You knew what would happen when you gave me that address. Either help me or go home Liev. I will not order you to fight, but if you will not then I will ask you to leave, both as a friend and as your ranking officer."

Dar couldn't believe this human had survived his punch. He couldn't figure it out as he was thrown to the ground. His arm was pulled behind his back in a painful spot. This guy had some moves, Dar thought. Even with Dar's amazing strength, he couldn't pull his arm away at this angle.

How could he get out of this?

There were surely more guards inside the building. Dar decided to draw more of them out to keep this Titan busy. Dar took a deep breath and shouted out "Intruder!" His powerful lungs were able to project his message like he had a microphone, filling up the entire area with the single word. They were sure to come now, Dar thought.

Zack chuckled grimly. "I look to erase the past, Liev. Once it is all gone, only then can anyone look forward. If they keep taking innocents like we once were and turning them into the monsters we are now, then how can anyone be safe? And once I am finished, I very much doubt you will see me, for all of the pieces must go back into the box..." Zack shook his head as Liev tossed the mask and left. Though he had little time to ponder the item as Dar shouted for help. "Bah, that's no way 'ta fight, buddy." They were quickly surrounded by guards, who shouted warnings to surrender. When their words fell upon deaf ears, met only with maniacal cackling, they opened fire, surprisingly to little effect. Bullets ricocheted off of Zack, tearing holes in his outfit with the exception of his jacket, kicking up puffs of red mist, and sparks as they pierced flesh and cloth only to be stopped by Zack's armor. Zack continued to cackle, his laughter echoing over the gunfire. "Let's up the ante, shall we my would be assassin?" Zack wrapped his legs around Dar's, magnetically locking them together as he had done with his hand. "There are forces at work here that you don't understand, forces that will see us both killed if we remain divided." Contrary to what he was suggesting, Zack used his magnetic ability to pull his hand and legs together, both still gripping Dar's arm and legs respectively. Since Zack was on his back and Dar was on his stomach, Zack was simply slowly doubling over, while Dar was being bent backwards. The moment Dar's head was forced off of the ground, Zack wrapped his free arm around the Apokolyptian's neck, squeezing for added effect. He wasn't pulling as hard as he could, only as hard as Dar fought back, resulting in a stalemate that left Dar extremely uncomfortable while Zack spoke, his voice straining a bit more. "The monster in there must die, because if he doesn't, His masters will take over this planet and every other in reach, sweeping aside all in their way. If these weapons are ever brought to one battlefield, all the heroes of this planet would fall. All of the villains of this planet would fall. They will all be killed and harvested. This one is the weakest link, which is ironic because he's the physically strongest. We kill him, we deal a huge blow to the enemy, and we may yet survive to fight each other later. You want me dead? Help me here, and I will gladly die. After all, we must all go back in the box. I will be the last piece to fall, as I am one of them, the experiment can always continue again so long as one of us lives. So long as I am the last to fall."

They would take over every planet in reach? Did that include Apokalips? Dar tried to shake his head, but found it impossible. Dar didn't know of Darkseid's defeat, he had been waiting for what felt like decades for his master to return to claim Earth. If the people in that building were trying to take over his homeworld, then Dar would stop at nothing to destroy them!

Besides, this guy said he would be happy to die after they destroyed the place. That should make Seth happy.

"Ok, Ok. I will help you fight these guys. I won't stop until every single one of them is destroyed. Now let me go so I can kill them."

Zack nodded, releasing Dar before standing and offering a hand to the Apokoliptian. "They made me, so I will unmake them. There are five of us, plus the one behind it all. The King, The Queen, The Knight, The Bishop, and The Rook. If my intell is right, and it has been so far, then one lies within that warehouse. I am not certain who it is, only who it isn't. I will be the one to strike the killing blow against each, for as a piece, a am the one who must put the others into the box, I must see this through. There'll be plenty of peons to kill in there, keep them off me while I take out my brother." Zack narrowed his eyes, still ignoring the confused guards. "Can you do that, assassin?" Zack's grin widened as he addressed the gunslinger in the corner of his vision without turning to face him. "And what about you? where do you stand, cowboy? Be you hero or villain?"

Dar nodded. "Yes."

The bullets bounced off him, but they sure stung. The guards stopped shooting for a second, realizing that their guns weren't doing anything.

Dar dashed at one of the guards, driving his fist through the man's torso. He let loose a roar of blood-lust and then pulled the man off his arm. Using the man as a club, Dar knocked two more guards aside. The bullets started hitting him again, but he ignored the pain.

"For each crime they commit, I will strike them down a thousand times." Tsesso muttered to no one in particular as he began to reload his revolvers, replacing the white with a blue, when one of the guards had come up behind him; his nightstick raised and ready to strike Tsesso on the back of the head. It was a poor idea in hindsight as Tsess spun around, sweeping his leg low and knocking the man clear off his feet, before delivering a rib crushing axe kick to his chest. Fully reloaded, Tsesso opened fire, spraying shards of ice through the plethora of guards that were swarming Dar and Zach for ever shell fired, ten shards of ice filled the air and with twelve total rounds, that was a lot of ice spikes. And alot of dead or frozen guards.