United States, 1943
The windows blew apart, spitting shards of glass to the streets below. People gasped and despite being instructed to stay away from the five alarm fire, they were so fascinated by the silhouettes quickly moving in the burning building.
“How many are in there?!” shouted the fire chief to a fireman, his face black from the ashes and lines of sweat dripping down his face.
“Don’t worry chief, it’s Overman and Nightwatch.”
At that moment, another explosion occurred, “How many people are trapped?!”
“They said one.”
Immediately bursting out of the top floor, a black figure descended toward the ground, carrying someone in his arms, a child. The figure twisted mid-air, his back facing the ground, immediately a cable was shot out, grappling concrete, allowing the figure to scale down the walls.
The people cheered at the figure, and cheered even louder when a flying figure ripped the nearby hydrant, redirecting the high pressure water toward the building, effectively putting out the fire.
“Thank you Nightwatch,” the chief said as he took from his arms a little boy covered in soot.
“Not a problem chief,” the Man of the Night smiled, his pearly white teeth contrasted his ash covered skin around his mouth. “Overman and I are glad to have made it in time.” He dusted himself off as an owl descended upon his shoulder, gripping it’s nails into his skin.
“It’s Baxter!” The children gleefully shouted at the sight of the great horned owl.
“If it wasn’t for Baxter letting us know, we probably wouldn’t have been here kids.” Overman said as he descended towards the crowd and landed in front of Nightwatch, his uniform perfectly clean and blue in contrast to his companion’s dust covered green and red suit.
The press soon arrived and flashes of lights bombarded the heroes. Nightwatch soon stood next to Overman, both smiling as they shook hands with the police chief. Everyone cheered for the two members of the Justice Alliance. The children soon were sad to see their heroes leave the area, both in their separate directions.
“I’m glad you took you sweet time John!” Hank shouted as he lifted his mask off, half in face covered in soot. He proceeded to wash his face in the sink of the locker room.
“Shut up Hank, we did our job.” Overman began to neatly fold his uniform
“Just because you come in at the last five minutes, put out the fire, doesn’t mean ‘we’ did ‘our’ job. Would it kill you to get your suit dirty? You have about thirty of them? And get the stupid owl off my shoulder!”
Overman chuckled as he whistled Baxter to get off of his shoulder, “It’s not my fault you don’t have powers Hank. Besides, you know it’s better if a JA member helps his ‘friend’ in a time of need, and the fact I can get there pretty quick too.”
Hank began to rip his uniform off and tossed it at Baxter, causing the bird to fly away.
“Hey! Don’t do that to Baxter! You know the kids love him!”
Nightwatch glared at John, “You know I hate birds… I don’t know who set up that stupid prank, but I’ll find out soon.”
“Of course you will Mr. Holmes.” Overman laughed as he slammed the door of his locker, walking away to report on his next assignment. Hank showered and reported to the office of DMA director Franklin Hawthorne.
“Hank.” The director said as he gestured the JA member to the seat in front of him. He smoked his cigar as he was looking through various files at his desk. “Excellent job as usual Nightwatch, it’s for the good of the American People.”
“That is why we need you back in Germany.”
“Another public mission? Evacuation?”
“No. This one will be classified. We have reason to believe the Nazis are close to creating their perfect super. As you’ve known they’ve made their attempts in the past….” The director took another puff of his cigar, “with great cost… but now we need to shut them down and take the intel. We don’t believe they’ve created one yet, but regardless we need the Justice Alliance to intervene.”
“Not a problem Frank,” Hank shifted in his chair anxious to see who will be part of the mission. The director sensed his uneasiness.
“Hank, you will take Apex, Ms. Nova-“
“Oh God, Frank. Really? Apex and Nova? Did you not hear what happened to us last year in France?”
“They’re soldiers Hank. We’re in war. They have the needed abilities to complete this mission. You will also take Red Masque and Sabreur.”
The JA member had a sigh of relief, “Okay, I’m happy to work with Emil. But can I take Bolt instead of Sabreur? I don’t want to work with that criminal and she’s perfectly-“
“The Sabreur has reformed and Bolt will be needed on a separate mission with Overman and Destructor.”
The man known as Nightwatch shook his head, “Fine, he said reluctantly.”
“You will go to these coordinates, there’s a lab hidden miles away from the main facilities. Our spies tell us the information is there.”
“Not a problem.”
“I’ve sent the word for the squad, you will meet them at the hangar.”
“Great,” Hank said rather sarcastically as he got up and took the file off the table to read, “well ain’t this gonna be a kick in the head?”
“And Hank… remember… only the intel. It’s for the good of the people.”
Time to Go
Nightwatch waited in the hangar for his teammates to arrive. The moment he did, he gave one of his pre-mission speeches as squad leader.
“As the director probably told you, we have been selected for a classified mission. As your squad leader for this mission I will remind you that we will follow the orders of the Department of Metahuman Affairs to the letter. In this mission we will only collect intel. If force is necessary, and it will most likely be necessary, we must be swift and take them out. We work as a team, we get in, we get out. The sooner the better, I honestly don’t want a headache on this mission, there’s not enough aspirin to go around. Let’s go.”