Master of the Hunt, Part III

All parts linked here.

 

0200 Hours, the Batwing, Steelhawk Army Base

Batman landed silently just inside the walls of the encampment and disembarked to be greeted by a familiar silhouette.

“Batman. Always a pleasure.”

The voice was gruff but not unpleasant.

“Cyborg.”

Batman’s voice was slightly stiff, but Cyborg stepped forward, a broad grin on his face, and clasped Batman’s hand warmly.

“Come aboard. If all goes well we should have you back before noon.”

As the ramp shut behind them, Cyborg chuckled under his breath and said, “Why do I feel like that means something’s bound to go wrong?”

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