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Metropolis
Metropolis Grand Hotel
Spacious, gleaming from floor to roof in marble and crystal chandeliers, with a staff sharp as glass, every single part of the hotel was made to leave a lasting impression.
"So, what is the plan now, boss?" Claire asked, enjoying the rather lavish breakfast that lay before the two, having slept in the comfiest bed of her life.
A woman could get used to this lifestyle.
"Just Miles, if you would; boss doesn't feel like me at all." He replied without lifting his head from the newspaper.
"Fine, Miles. What's next?" She leaned back, watching the area from the private booth.
"We are going to get you proper identification first before it becomes an issue. After that, I have business in outer space, and you will be staying in Metropolis." Getting into the hotel without her ID required a bit of coercion and cash, which would only take a single honest-to-God man to be a problem.
"Business in space?" She asked, blinking, wondering what the man could possibly be doing in space.
"Yes, I am selling information for a rather hefty price, and I need to be there in person."
"To aliens? You are even better than I thought." she said, impressed.
"Thank you. Now, while I am otherwise indisposed, you are not to cause trouble. Spend some money, enjoy the hotel; I paid for two weeks in advance, but do not do anything that may draw attention to you unless your life is in danger. You already had enough media coverage due to the bank robbers."
"Understood, and you don't have to worry; I'll keep myself occupied in a shopping mall."
"Excellent. All goes well, I'll be back with enough wealth to start my ventures."
"About that, how much are you expecting to earn from this?" She had no frame of reference for what information would be worth to aliens.
"A bit over a trillion dollars worth of gold, and some favors." Gordonians and the Citadel had to be eliminated, and he knew just the means to do it. Coincidentally, he was sure Thanagarians would be amenable to sharing their technology if he destroyed their enemies, or he could just blackmail them. Either option worked for him.
Claire almost shouted at hearing the amount, but a look from Miles stopped her.
"I can understand your enthusiasm, but there is no need for the entire hotel to hear it." he said with his ever-calm tone.
"Sorry." she apologized, having almost lost control.
"It is fine; however, do keep the matter quiet. The last thing I need is the IRS to come knocking on my door." He didn't want to draw the attention of the federal government, not while he wasn't powerful enough.
"You know, you just hired me but seem to be too trusting, don't you think?" She trusted the authenticity of the money, but humans were another issue.
"Claire, I believe dealing in honesty is a good way to earn a person's loyalty, but in the event you betray me, well, I am not one to suffer traitors, not for long." Miles stopped reading, his tone low and steady.
"Message received. What about after you return?" Claire could understand where he was coming from, having been betrayed by her parents, the institute, and Project Firestorm itself.
"I will need an individual who can build a company from scratch, and we will move on from there."
"Here, I believe this column will have your interest." He handed her the newspaper and leaned back.
Suspicious Death of a Renegade Agent Under FBI Custody
Kurt Baker, a former government agent accused of treason who had been arrested yesterday following a successful operation by the FBI, has been found dead in his cell. Investigations are underway, but for now the cause of death is unknown. However, questions arose as to whether former Agent Baker had been silenced by the government….
"Huh, I still wanted to kill him myself." Claire said, feeling strangely unsatisfied. She thought with Kurt's death there would be a sense of relief, of freedom, but she didn't really feel anything besides emptiness.
"My dear, if it wasn't for the unwritten rules of the Justice League, I would have been all too happy to hand him over to you for due revenge; alas, you will have to make do with this." Miles didn't have an issue with killing people, but the League did.
"As long as he is dead, I suppose." She handed the newspaper back.
The jolly ringtone of his phone stopped Miles from getting back to reading.
"Yes? Good morning. I am glad to hear that. How is she? Good, let me know if you require any help with her; teenagers can be a handful, even ones from a more advanced society. You're welcome." he said, ending the call.
"Who was that?" The last part of the call was strange enough for her to ask.
"The boy scout, apparently he found himself a surrogate cousin." Miles didn't want to openly say Superman, not even in a private booth like that.
"Really? So another hero like him flying around, saving kittens from trees?" Claire said, not meaning anything insulting by it.
"This one is a teenager with the trauma of losing her entire race stuck in a more primitive society." Supergirl would make her debut as a hero soon anyway.
"That sucks." What else could she say? What she had gone through was bad, but that? Claire couldn't imagine how bad it would be.
"Indeed." He nodded, finishing his orange juice.
"Now, as you are already in the system, it should be a simple matter to get a new ID card issued to you." He put down his empty glass and called for the check.
"I am ready when you are."
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Claire Selton filled out the forms necessary for a new ID card, paid the fee, and they headed back to the hotel. They saw Superman on the way back, as the Man of Tomorrow was busy saving civilians from a fire.
"Do you happen to know how to drive?" He didn't want to hire a chauffeur and increase the number of people he would have to explain his business to.
"Project Firestorm didn't really have any extracurricular activities." Claire said; just remembering those days took her back to the small room she was locked in whenever they didn't run tests or train her till her bones cracked.
"You will have to learn until we have a faster method of travel."
"Like what?"
"Teleportation, if possible, or portals." Thanagar did have teleporters in this continuity; it shouldn't be hard to acquire the technology.
"I thought you meant something like a private jet." Then again, she should have expected it, as Miles didn't do small.
"Justice League has Javelins, which are space-capable crafts traveling well beyond the speed of any private jet."
"Spaceships, huh?" Figures that the Super Friends League would have advanced toys like that.
"A step in that direction more like"
—
After returning to the hotel, Miles called Green Lantern to inform him he was ready.
"Hello John, I just wanted to say I am available to meet the Guardians at their earliest convenience."
"Alright then, I'll give them a call and come pick you up." John said, as he had been waiting for this.
"Do tell them I am not giving the information for free this time." Miles said, reminding the Green Lantern of their previous conversation while on the way to Zamaron.
"Got it, I'll call you later."
"I'll be waiting."
Miles readied his briefcase of wonders to bluff in case the Guardians decided this matter was too important to play ball and waited. Not long after the call had ended, John called him back.
"Man, you got the Guardians in a frenzy; they want to talk to you now. Where are you?" John had never seen or heard the usually stoic and emotionless Guardians act like this.
"There is an abandoned warehouse down Founders Street on Metropolis docks; we can meet there." It was out of sight enough for them to meet without drawing attention.
"Be there in ten minutes, and you better be ready; we'll have to go really fast this time." John said, having received orders from the Guardians to make full speed to Oa.
"I am always ready."
—
They took a taxi down to the docks, stopping near the cafe where they had lunch. They got off, while the driver waited for Claire to get back in.
"Are you sure you don't need me to come?" She couldn't let her precious source of money die.
"Claire, believe me, if the Guardians decide to do anything to me, you would not be able to stop hundreds of Green Lanterns. You will stay back for now; it shouldn't take more than a day or two."
"How are you going to get out of there if you end up in trouble?"
"Don't worry, I have a plan."
Claire blinked.
He was going to get himself killed, wasn't he?
"Have it your way."
"Before I forget, go buy yourself a phone and call me." Miles handed her a card with his number on it.
"Understood, I'll be waiting, and please don't get yourself killed out there. That would be a terrible look on my resume."
"I am reasonably sure nothing will go wrong; now off you go."
She nodded and got back in the taxi, heading to her spa appointment.
Miles walked to the entrance of the warehouse, spotting John leaning on a street lamp.
"John, there you are."
"Miles, I have to say you really kicked off a hornet's nest; the Guardians almost came here, but I convinced them it wasn't worth the trouble."
"Seems I have their attention."
"Yeah, they also ordered me not to speak of this matter without explicit orders again. Real hush-hush."
"Let's not keep them waiting."
They moved to the alley and seconds later shot upwards to space, heading to Oa, headquarters of the Green Lantern Corps.
—
John was focused during the entire journey to Oa, moving way faster than the last time the two of them had traveled together.
Miles didn't want to disturb the Lantern and decided to recap his knowledge regarding the Guardians.
Having created the Green Lantern Corps with the sole purpose of bringing order to the galaxy, they all acted without emotion, only caring for the Lantern Corps as a whole, while Ganthet, the outlier, cared about individuals as well.
Chances are, they would use force to learn what Miles knew if they couldn't reach a deal.
Oa came into vision soon, a planet of white and blue, located at the center of the galaxy, with the extremely advanced technology of the Guardians and their beliefs making itself present on the planet.
The Guardian's city, with architecture so alien and skyscrapers taller than any on Earth dotting the planet, was beyond the imagination of humanity. They entered the atmosphere at full speed, heading straight to the square where the Main Power Battery and the Guardians were.
John landed first, gently lowering the bubble to the ground and letting Miles out, who
Already, a group awaited them, including Kilowog and the future leader of the Yellow Lantern Corps, Sinestro, amongst several other aliens.
"So this is the human that warned us, huh? He doesn't look like much." Kilowog, a towering alien with bulging muscles, a face reminiscent of a bulldog, and skin like a porcine, was considered by many to be a brute with no intelligence, a fatal mistake on their part.
"Appearances can be deceiving, Kilowog; you should know better than me." Miles rebutted, watching the alien nod in agreement.
"I am more curious about what you said that has the Guardians acting so out of the norm." Thaal Sinestro, a tall Korugarian with a pencil moustache who looked extremely similar to a human, with his red skin being the only difference, asked, watching Miles like a hawk.
"You couldn't meet my price, Sinestro; best leave it to the Guardians." Miles said. While he didn't have anything against Sinestro yet, he definitely would if the alien came to Earth causing trouble.
Sinestro just turned his head to the right, watching the hundreds of Lanterns going and coming.
"Let's go in before the Guardians get impatient and come themselves." Kilowog said, leading them inside.
"Hey, don't piss them off." John called out in a joking manner.
"I'll try not to." he replied back.
He didn't come here to cause trouble after all.