Inside the vast hanger, the dusty silence is broken briefly by a shuffling, and then all is still again.

The hanger is roughly 60 meters by 100 meters. Shuttles of various designations line both of the long walls. There are two garage type doors, one at far end, flanked by a smaller personnel door and one midway along the side wall. The only other door is a personnel door at the other end of the hanger and it is ajar.

From the other side of the side garage door, the roar of an engine grows louder. There is a scream of rubber on asphalt and the side garage door crashes in followed by an Alliance military truck. The truck shudders to a stop amid the wreckage of the door, the engine smoking and knocking before finally dying.

The occupants breathe a sigh of relief. But their relief is short-lived.

Shadowy shapes swarm the truck, dragging the occupants out and back into hiding.

Silence settles over the hanger again.

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At the far end of the hanger, the personnel door bursts inward, nearly jumping off its hinges. Safe pokes his head around the jam, quickly scanning the interior.

Safe stands outside the hanger next to an open door, his back against the wall.

Jacks stands on the other side of the door beside Citizen and Bride7 stands next to Safe. Bobbie sits slumped against the wall in between Safe and Bride7.

A small ring of flame appears in the air before them. It expands into what some recognize as one of Me’s dimensional portals. The man’s voice comes through like a distant echo:

"Hello, Bobbie? Bride7? Safe? Jack? This is Me. Can you hear me?"

Bobbie laughs. "Hi, You!"

"Ah, good! You ARE there! It would be most convenient to us if you could make it into space, but we could probably make it down to you. What is your location on Boros?"

Safe never got used to TRM’s talent during the Arkham affair, so it still surprised him. “We're at a hanger on the outskirts of Boros Prime. Looks like we have a way off this rock. We should be