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Dorsal root ganglia.
Fascinating.

Ahh. Bumblebee,
no touching a ganglion.

Sorry. It's just being here...
Coolest thing ever.

We've reached the site
of the incursion.

Give me
the 600 nanometer emitter.

You see,
most problems can be solved

by reducing them to
their smallest components.

I'm through the first layer.
Increase power by 40 watts.

Ow!

- We're hurting him!
- I know. I'm sorry.

But short-term pain equals
long-term gain.

- It's... Generating its own antibodies.
- Keep working. I'll hold them off.

There are too many!

It's no good.
We have to abort.

Shrink back down. You're too
large for micro extraction.

They're repairing the damage.
We've accomplished nothing.

Atom to Dr. Cross. Prepare
for emergency extraction.

Extraction, now!

What happened in there?

There were...
Complications.

You were warned, Jaime Reyes. This scarab
could not allow this tactic to succeed.

What about the scarab?
Can you remove it or not?

I'm afraid its integration with
your biosystem is too complete,

Its defenses, too thorough.

Jaime, I don't believe
that scarab is ever coming off,

Not while you live.

The question isn't whether our world's
finest are the galaxy's most wanted,

it's not whether they've been using
secret, undercover, covert operatives

against targets
of their own choosing.

No, it's not even whether
these interstellar hoodlums have

their own watchtower in orbit
over our planet!

No, old G. Gordon proved
all that a week ago, didn't he?

So the question is this...

How long are you going
to stand for this

and do nothing to check
these lawless heroes?

Well, I'll just wait here
for you to make up your minds.

Take your time. If you're not
in a hurry, why should I be?

Meanwhile, Earth's true
benefactors, The Reach,

have been working openly and without
fanfare for the betterment of all mankind.

Exhibit "A": Lexcorp Farms,
where The Reach has partnered

with noted philanthropist Lex Luthor
to increase food production.

Lexcorp and The Reach
are even allowing public tours...

Just openness
and an end to world hunger.

Now, why didn't the Justice League
think of that?

Obviously, any partnership between
The Reach and Lex Luthor is bad news,

So Alpha Squad is going undercover
to recon Lexcorp Farms.

- Robin, you'll be running Alpha.
- Me? Run Alpha?

- Uh, right. Who's on the squad?
- Blue Beetle...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I should not be in the field, ese.

What if the scarab goes
all Reach Apocalypse on us?

Your scarab has had multiple
opportunities to betray us. It hasn't.

And right now, its connection
to The Reach may be our best shot

at identifying
what they're up to.

There, Jaime Reyes. Listen
to the Nightwing. His logic is flawless.

Well, if Blue's going,
I'm going.

I assumed as much.
And last but not least, Arsenal.

But you'll have to travel lighter
for your first mission...

Nothing that won't fit under
civilian clothes. Any questions?

Just one.
Why are we meeting in this dump?

With the Cave and
the Hall of Justice destroyed,

we don't have many other options.

Except the Watchtower. It's national news
now. You can't pretend it doesn't exist.

Only Justice Leaguers
and senior members of the Team

are authorized
for the Watchtower.

- You don't qualify.
- Good to know where we stand.

Please remain seated at all times
while the tram is in motion.

We've just entered one
of our farm's hydroponics domes,

where Lexcorp and The Reach
are growing the food of the future.

This could put the rest
of Smallville's farmers out of business.

No, no. Not at all. The Reach
plans to share their techniques

with the entire
agricultural community.

Please, everyone,
enjoy your choice

of these new vitamin-rich,
reach-enhanced produce.

Genetically enhanced?

There's been no tinkering
with genes, rest assured.

The Reach have ways of drawing out
an organism's full potential.

Oh, my Lord,
this is delicious.

- The flavor!
- Now that's a rutabaga!

- What?
I'm maintaining cover.

What's in those tubes?

Just water, nutrients,
and a little Reach/Lexcorp love.

Our next stop is
the pluot orchard.

That's right...
Pluots, in April!

- Time for a bathroom break.
- I went before we left.

Ah, dude, they don't have pluots
in the future.

State your grievance,
Sportsmaster.

The Cape Canaveral op.

Manta's son, Aqualad, killed my daughter
Artemis without my permission.

As the Light's enforcer,
I expect reparations.

We grieve at your loss and offer
substantial monetary compensation.

And normally, I'd be fine with that.
But this goes to the heart of my rep.

Word gets out I took a payoff,
I look like a cheap punk.

Then what do you suggest,
old friend?

You know the code: an eye for an eye...
A kid for a kid.

- No one touches my son.
- Agreed.

The death of Kaldur'ahm
is a non-starter.

Fine. If the minnow's under the size
limit, I'll go fish for the whale.

Deathstroke.

I see you didn't waste any time
hiring my replacement, "old friend".

- Fortune favors the prepared.
- You don't say...

Don't give me that look,
little girl.

Honor demanded I make the request!
They denied it.

Now, I'm free to seal my rep
by killing Manta.

Oh, and you can take your
precious vengeance on Aqualad.

Tell me
that doesn't make you smile.

Ugh...! Can we please
start the mission now?

Fine. Yes. Go.

- You're in the wrong mode.
- Dude, I crash all modes.

- "Stealth mode", hermano.
- Oh, right.

Now, where exactly did I...

Ow! Thanks?

- What's she saying?
- Translating...

OK. Uh, she's warning her technicians
to go easy on the additive. Just a sec.

There, Jaime Reyes. The contents of
that bin are non-terrestrial in origin.

That's it.
That's your additive.

- Where did he...
- Shh!

Got what we came for.
Let's go.

Two guards, one door hack,
and we're home free.

- What?
- Wait for it.

You blew the lab? But this was
a covert op! What were you thinking?

That I'm not about to let Lex Luthor and
his alien space buddies poison the world

just because we don't know exactly
what poison they're using.

Plus, I enjoy
making Lex miserable.

Well, that placid scene
seems unlikely.

I'd say we've been hacked.
Try a frequency override.

Now, that makes more sense.

No, Mercy. No guards.

Guards would be...
Redundant.

Just sit back
and enjoy the show.

All clear!

You just don't get it, do you? You went
off mission. That was a huge mistake.

Funny, I was about to say
the same thing.

I may not move
as fast as you, meat,

but my scarab processes faster than
even you can run, let alone think.

Ohh!

Now, that's just
a waste of good fruit. Unh!

No, that's just
a distraction. Ha!

- Any more tricks, meat?
- Just a few.

Ahh... Nothing like
a warm plasma bath

to calm the nerves and clean
off the tomato stains.

Seriously?
The fruit hurt more.

Trying to suck away my oxygen?
I hardly touch the stuff.

Blue, what gives? Last time you threw
down with this guy, you were hardcore!

That wasn't me!
Scarab was in control.

- So give me control again.
- Believe me, I'd like nothing better.

But I can't risk that, not with Impulse's
prophecy hanging over my head.

Your laser. It's the only
thing that's done any damage.

- My son,
I've brought visitors.

Robbed of life,
even of a noble death.

I will have my revenge on the
Martian witch that did this to him.

As a father myself,
I understand your pain.

And the opportunity
for vengeance will come.

But in the meantime, let's focus
on making Kaldur'ahm whole again.

I've borrowed Psimon from
Queen Bee for you and your boy.

He'll sift Kaldur'ahm's mind for every
fractured memory, every buried thought.

By the time Psimon's work is complete,
your son will be whole,

and Psimon will know more about
Kaldur'ahm than his own father.

- You're just toying with us, aren't you?
- What gave me away?

- Time to go?
- Yeah. Do your thing.

Go, go!

Did a quick recon.
Want the options?

- Cornfield or cornfield?
- Cornfield.

I know you could fly
out of here.

And you could run about 1,000 miles
before Black Beetle could blink.

If I took Arsenal,
could you carry Robin?

- Sorry. Fast, not strong.
- Well, Alpha never leaves a man behind.

- We'll double back, maybe lose him.
- That doesn't seem likely.

How many colors do these guys
come in, anyway?

Form up. If we go down,
we go down fighting.

I'm betting that sounded
way more inspirational in your head.

Warrior,
you dare attack me?

You scarab rejects are coming
out of the woodwork tonight.

Better to be a reject
than a slave.

- Uh, this guy? Not in history books.
- Then who is he? What is he?

Density shifting, shape shifting,
all the powers of a martian except...

Heroes of Earth, I established this
link to better coordinate our attack.

Telepathy. That clinches it.

This guy's the Blue...
Green Beetle of Mars.

So another alien?
Do we leave them to fight it out?

Move in, Blue. Frontal assault.
Keep Black busy.

Impulse, put out the fire.

Arsenal, use your laser on that plasma
cannon. I want it out of commission.

Right.
Be prepared to move.

Aah!

I was kind of hoping that might
have had a more lasting effect.

Your methods are crude,
but you have the right idea.

Beetle of Earth, fire your sonic
cannon at 27 angstroms precisely.

Uh, my scarab's telling me
that tactic will be ineffectual.

That's a quote,
by the way.

For one scarab,
the tactic would be ineffectual.

But tonight, it is not alone.
27 angstroms, now.

Ha! Tickles.

Aah!

Scarab says he won't be
unconscious for long.

- That is true.
- Then what do we do now?

Now, we run.

Dude,
what are you doing?

Wherever we're going,
I could totally get there first.

Uh, where are we going?

Thanks for the use
of your barn, Mr. Kent.

Until we check out this Green Beetle,
we can't afford to bring him to our H.Q.

Lost too many of those
already.

Well, he's not the oddest
thing we've had in this barn.

And I'll take any excuse
to see one of my boys.

My name is B'aars O'ohm.
And obviously, I am of Mars.

Obviously. But it's the beetle
thing that's got us wondering.

How are you connected
to The Reach?

I imagine my story
is not dissimilar to yours.

On Mars, I am what you would
call an archaeologist.

Two of your Earth years ago,
I stumbled upon a scarab

which attached itself
to my person.

Yeah. That last part
sounds familiar.

From the scarab, I learned of The Reach
and their plan for the galaxy.

Millennia ago, they sent out one scarab
to every planet sporting primitive life

The scarab bonds with, and takes
full control over its native host,

giving The Reach an advanced operative
for their inevitable invasion.

But my scarab malfunctioned
and didn't take full control.

That's why The Reach wants
to reboot it by killing me.

So, did your scarab
malfunction, too?

No. But it was not prepared
for the martian physiology,

which allowed me to take control of the
scarab instead of the other way around.

Still doesn't explain
how you wound up here.

For decades, the one you call
Martian Manhunter

has sent communications
from your world to ours...

Television signals.
They are quite entertaining.

- All Martians love television.
- Indeed.

But when it became clear that
The Reach were on Earth,

I believed my assistance here
would be required.

The Justice League will need
to confirm your story.

But for now, thanks.

So, other than our new friend
here, how'd the mission go?

Not quite as planned.
Arsenal...

Is a little rough around the edges.
But I guess it all worked out,

And we brought back a sample of
the alien additive for analysis.

Can't ask for more.
Good work.

Forgive this mental intrusion, Jaime
Reyes, but your fear screams out to me.

You fear losing yourself to your
scarab, and so, wish it removed.

But I am here to tell you,
there is another way.

All in all,
the damage is minor.

In fact, the most profitable
piece of the business

was left entirely untouched
and seemingly undiscovered.

The first crops have been
harvested and distilled.

Shipments are already being
distributed to needy nations

and soon will be available
worldwide.

Amazing how one little bottle
contains everything the body needs.

Or more accurately, everything
The Reach needs it to need.

Did the children procure
a sample of the additive?

As anticipated.
The Team was quite effective.

We really must form
one of our own.