In the chamber the Guardains, Controllers and the Zamerorns contiued to argue on what course of action was to be taken agianst the Pervert's actions, each side unwilling to improvise with the others the agueement showed no sign of ending anytime soon.
Outside the chamber a single Guardian stood waiting for a late arrival to the meeting.
"Sorry I'm late Ganthet my journy took longer then I expected. I assume no progress has been made on reaching an agreement?" Uatu The Watcher asked.
"Have the Watchers agreed to share the information on who cause all this?" Ganthet replied.
"They did not deem this a crisis great enough to break are voe not to interviene with event's and to only observ them."
"Uata my old friend I am going to ask you a question and I want you to answer me not as fellow immortal but as a friend. Can you do that for me?"
"Of course my friend"
"Do you think this strange event will help to undo Kronas foolishness that brought evil to this universe?"
"It is possible but the only way we will truely get the answer to that is to watch."
==Rip Hunters Lab==
Booster Gold walked down the corridors of the underground complex with his robot sidekick beside him.
"Ursure he's in the control room Skeets?"
"I have performed several scans on the base and the only other heat signiture is in th econtrol room"
Booster opened up the door to the control room and was greated by the sight of Rip Hunter the great time cop with his feet up reading a book.
"Rip where are they?"
"Booster be spacific."
"You know you're news papers with weird head lines that don't make sense until a few weeks later that makes them make sense. Where are the new ones"
"There's a huge timestorm happening right now so no new newspaper for a while. If you want tips on the horses look them up online like a normal person."
Booster left in a bad mood that he always had when Rip was all mysterious about tomorrow. Rip didn't like lieing to his dad but, if he new what was going to happen he may change event for the worst.
The guards tried desperatly to contain the recently converted prisoners from rioting but were unable to hold back the tide of horney sluts.
In her office Amanda Waller whatched the riot unfould, reaching over she picked up here phone and dialed a number. "Tell the Thunderbolts it's time to come out and play."