What was it?...

"Hey, dude. Duuuuude? You okay?" someone asked, waving a hand in front of his face.

Fazing out of his thoughts, he sat up with a startled jerk.

Beast Boy was crouched over him, a confused expression on his face.

Smiling, Jericho nodded.

"Whatever you, er...say," the shapeshifter replied, walking out.

Glancing around the room, he realized he was alone. The other five Titans had left.

Stretching his stiff limbs, he decided to retreat to privacy as well.

He stepped up the stairs, then turned into the hallway. His room was on the very end.

As he stalked past the other doors, quiet chanting, whirring, "WOOHOO! Beat my high score!", giggling, then disturbing silence were all heard.

Finally, he made it to his room.

It was still a guest bedroom, with a smooth, unmarked door. Neither he nor any of the other Titans had made an effort to personalize it a bit more. That didn't bother Jericho in the least; rooms were purely functional places, after all.

Just as the mechanical door slid open with a whoosh, a piercing alarm blazed through the Tower. Red light filled the hallway. The cluttering of fallen objects could be heard from the adjacent rooms.

My first mission...

The other Titans burst from their rooms and sped downstairs. Jericho followed their lead.

A detailed map of the city was displayed on the oversized TV, a single red dot was flashing.

"Titans, we've got trouble!"

"Where is the source of this trouble, Robin?"

"I think that's a storage building, near Pier 4!"

"Then what are we waiting for, dudes? Let's go!"

"No, Beast Boy, wait! We have an incoming message."

At the push of a button, the screen flashed and a familiar face fizzed into focus.

"Slade!" Robin snarled, instantly furious.

Oh no...

"Calm yourself, Robin. I only contact you to tell one certain friend of yours that I am coming for him," he replied, before the message faded to black.

Fresh fear and horror froze Jericho in place.

"What does he mean?" the leader growled, slamming a fist down on the control board.

"Uhh...that he's coming for one of us guys?" offered Beast Boy.

"How did you know?" Raven scoffed.

"We must figure out which one of the four males he intends to kidnap!" Starfire cried.

"What could possibly be his motive? We haven't heard from him in weeks!" said Cyborg.

"We have to go after him! We have to stop him in his tracks."

The argument went on. Not one of them took notice of the blonde Titan, who was staring, transfixed, at the empty screen.

"Is this the pier that is number four?" Starfire whispered.

"This is it," Robin replied. "Beast Boy, is it clear?"

Reverting back to human, he reported, "All clear."

"We have to split up and search!"

"No, Cyborg. If he's coming after one of us, we have to go in groups. You, Beast Boy and Raven. Me, Starfire and Jericho."

As the team split in half and parted, Jericho tried to keep his mind blank.

There are others he could've been talking about! I shouldn't worry...

The three stopped at an abandoned warehouse.

Abandoned warehouse? How cliché...

"We should look here first. Now we split up and search," ordered Robin, a scowl prominent on his face.

Starfire nodded and flew up. Jericho hesitated.

"Is something wrong?" asked the Boy Wonder.

Jericho shook his head and ran off, attempting to hide his worry.

No way he could've known. No way...

A shadow ran across the wall.

With a gasp, he froze mid-step, his head darting around for the source of the dark silhouette.

Next thing he knew, a sharp sting pierced his shoulder, then he fell to the floor...