The Bug, carrying the various Titans, hangers on, and Marissa, flew over the skies of New York. With the list they'd found at the previous crime scene, finding the next one had been rather easy.
Or, as someone had once said, "it's not really detective work if you already know the answer."
"Scarab's scanners are picking up... eight people inside. The Pack, probably, and... I don't know yet," Dinah said.
She set the Bug down outside the warehouse and popped the hatch. "Let's get them."
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