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"I understand that its purpose is infiltration." Amanda Waller's commanding voice was amplified, reverberated, and solidified by the metal walls of the Cadmus facility until it hit Dr. Samuel Register like a tidal wave of authority. "What I don't understand is why you need the DNA of Garfield Logan of all people."

He shivered, partly because it was quite cold several hundred meters below Jump City, partly because of his own regret for leaving the relative safety of S.T.A.R. Labs to work for someone like Waller. For her part, "The Wall" hardly seemed to notice the diminutive little scientist. After all, she only needed him for his mind.

"Well I've been reviewing the data we have on the subject, and I believe he is the perfect candidate for Project Cadmus." Dr. Register's voice was as solid as it could be as he stood shoulder to shoulder with the woman.

Waller raised her eyebrow as they entered her office, a spartan looking place with just a desk, a bookcase, a computer, a filing cabinet, three chairs, and a rather conspicuous looking red telephone. Not even a carpet on the metal floor. "Computer!" she called out. "Display the data we have on Garfield Logan, aka Beast Boy!"

A crisp, automated voice responded as a holo-display showed the data visually.

Subject name: Garfield Logan, aka Beast Boy

Height: 5'8"/1.72 m

Weight: 150 lbs./68.0 kg

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Species: Human

Classification: Mutate

Affiliation: Teen Titans

Powers: Metamorphism. Subject possesses the ability to alter his physical form to resemble that of any terrestrial or extraterrestrial animal. While in an altered form, subject obtains any natural abilities and traits that his form possesses. Although this metamorphism is typically limited to terrestrial creatures, the subject has been reported to possess the capacity to mimic the appearance and powers of extraterrestrial creatures as well. Subject also possesses an alternate "Beast form" which has been observed to be more powerful, but also more savage and less controllable than most of his other forms. Subject's metamorphism limitations have yet to be accurately determined. Further observation and research is recommended. Subject also possesses enhanced olfactory, auditory, visual, tactile, and gustatory senses.

Attributes: Attributes vary depending on the form used by the subject. In his standard human form, the subject's attributes have been ranked as follows. Strength: Above Average. Speed: Average. Agility: Enhanced. Reaction Time: Enhanced. Stamina: Average. Durability: Average. Intelligence: Above Average.

Skills: Hand-to-hand combat training: Advanced. Bilingualism: Subject is fluent in American English and Lamumban French.

Threat Level: Minor

Psychological profile:

"Enough," said Waller. "Anything you'd like to add Doctor?" she said as she sat down at her mahogany desk.

"Yes. I believe that Beast Boy's shape shifting could be used to create the perfect infiltration unit." Dr. Register hoped his voice was still sounding confident.

Waller raised an eyebrow. "We've tried that before with other shape-shifters. They never even got close to the League."

"That was because in all our previous attempts we've been using Martian DNA as the basis for our infiltrators."

"And using Mr. Logan's will somehow make a difference?" countered Waller. "From what we've observed, Beast Boy's shape-shifting is far weaker in comparison to both Martian Manhunter and Miss Martian."

"That's the thing Ms. Waller," replied the doctor. "I don't think it actually is."

Waller's eyes narrowed. She hated being contradicted.

Dr. Register swallowed his spit to ease his suddenly parched throat. Before the rest of his nerve gave out, he called out to the computer. "Computer, give me a side-by-side comparison of slides MM_01 and BB_01." On the holo-display two pictures appeared of two different cell samples, one from a Martian and one from a certain green-skinned human.

Dr. Register started by pointing at the Martian cell sample. This caused the still image to begin playing like a .gif on the internet.

"Martian shape-shifting typically occurs at the cellular level. As we can observe, the cell is altering its shape and coloration." The scientist pointed once again at the image causing it camera to zoom into the cell. Now they could observe a double-helix shaped structure most high-school students would recognize as the cell's DNA. "However, despite all these external changes to the cell, the cell's DNA remains the same.

I believe that's why our previous infiltrators failed. No matter what form they took, their DNA was always distinctly Martian. Anyone with a genetic scanner could easily ascertain whether or not someone was a Martian-derived clone."

"Or anyone with Kryptonian microscopic and x-ray vision," interrupted Waller.

"Precisely," agreed Register. "Now let's observe Beast Boy's cells." Once again, they saw the cell change its shape, although this time it didn't change its coloration. When they zoomed in to observe the cell's DNA, they saw that the rigid double-helix was dissolving and reforming like a brigade of soldiers breaking formation before assembling again. "As we can observe, Beast Boy's shape-shifting occurs at the genetic level."

Waller nodded her head. She could see the potential in what Dr. Register was suggesting. She still had some apprehensions though. "If Mr. Logan's shape-shifting is so much more advanced than either of the Martians, why has he never displayed their level of metamorphic prowess?"

The scientist shrugged. "Perhaps it's a psychological issue?"

Once again Waller nodded. Considering his profile, it made sense. "What about his coloration?"

"A simple issue of pigmentation," Dr. Register waved the issue away. "Nothing a little chemical alteration can't fix."

Either way, they'd never figure it out if she didn't give the eggheads a shot. "How much raw material would you need?"

Dr. Register paused for a second to run a few calculations through his head. "About a pound of biomass from the original."

Just one pound? That didn't sound like a problem for someone of her influence. Besides, the Titans had been expanding their membership at an alarming rate ever since that business with the Brain. They needed to be cut down to size anyway before she had another Justice League on her hands.

"You'll have your pound of flesh. Literally. Now leave me." The little man couldn't have scampered out of there faster.

"Computer," she called out. "Get me the Suicide Squad."

On the holo-display were all the currently available members. Not a bad roster. But it might not be enough. She picked up the red telephone on her desk and placed a secure call.

After a few rings she was rewarded with a voice that was altogether too deep, too dark, and too menacing. "Yes, my dear Ms. Waller? What can I do for you?"

"Shove it." She hated him. But in this business, you don't get to choose your friends.

"You know that favor you owe me? Well I'm calling it in Slade."

Silence. She could feel the slimy bastard squirming. When he answered she could tell he was gritting his teeth.

"Can't. Wait."