The Watchtower was built with several containment cells onboard in case any metahuman criminals needed to be restrained. It was to one of these self-contained chambers that Mammoth was escorted to by Cyborg and Hyperion following his and Gizmo's incursion. Despite their effective defence, Gizmo was able to dissipate his neutrino bursts in time to create his own boom tube and retreat, with a very sensitive piece of data onboard his personal hard drive.

Victor and Harper stood outside of the cell and stared at Mammoth. He was inside, clutched tightly by pure promethium cuffs that could discharge electrical pulses in the case of inmate violence. Victor had injected him with a cocktail of tranquilising agents to keep him docile until help arrived. He needed to know what Gizmo was planning to do with the Amazo algorithm...and how it even existed.

He turned to Harper, amidst this first chance they had to properly talk about the situation. "You...should know what Gizmo was here to take." He said lowly.

Harper, covered by her Model Val suit, cocked her head inquisitively.

Victor shook his head. "The...Amazo algorithm was in our database."

The woman chuckled. "Right. Funny."

With a frustrated huff, Cyborg rolled his eye. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

"You have to be joking, because I watched you delete it byte by byte. I watched you melt the server into slag, for Christ's sake. It just...isn't possible." Her voice began to trail off as she realised that, of course, Victor was dead serious. "Vic...there is no way that was the algorithm. I remember that night like it was yesterday. I remember looking at the client list of the server; the only two people connected were me and you."

Victor nodded. "That's why I'm calling in the cavalry."

The door to the cell blocks opened, and in strode Diana of Themyscira; known to her Amazon sisters as Champion and Princess; known to humanity as Wonder Woman. She was half a head taller than Victor, and this became all too clear as she approached. "I commend your efforts in defending this station. If it weren't for you two, I fear loss of information would be the least of our concerns."

"I appreciate the optimism and all, but...it wasn't just 'information' that we lost. You remember Amazo?" Cyborg mused.

Diana huffed in amusement as she crossed her muscled arms. "How could I not? It wasn't a battle to be forgotten."

"There's a data package that Amazo's creator, Professor Ivo, used in order to allow it to mimic metahuman abilities. Colloquially, it's called the Amazo algorithm."

Diana's eyes narrowed as she puffed up her chest. "And we possessed such a dangerous thing?"

Harper interjected, wanting to defend Victor as best she could. "No. Victor destroyed it. He used a deletion method that was irreversible. No one could've pieced it back together."

Victor shot Harper a grateful glance but continued to explain. "...But we did have it in our database. I don't know how...I don't know why...but it was there. Right now, Mammoth here is our only way of finding out who Gizmo intends to sell it to. They knew we it was on our server...so maybe they might know where it came from."

Wonder Woman nodded. "Understood." She paced up to the cell which split open for her, then entered. Victor reached for a vial of stimulant, a chemical that could retrieve Mammoth from his deep sleep, but realised that it was too late as he watched Diana reel her right arm backwards.

As she lashed forward at Mammoth's skull with a ferocious haymaker, the entire cell block trembled before her might. Victor could feel the entire inner superstructure of the Watchtower buckle and wobble. Harper stumbled sideways in her unwieldy power suit but was halted by Victor's hand on her shoulder. "Jesus...t-thanks." She said quietly. Victor cracked a near-invisible smile.

Mammoth was snapped into consciousness by the incredible punch, and his eyes widened at the woman before him. He growled in confusion as he glanced about, trying to ascertain his location. Diana snatched her golden lasso from her hip, wound it around Mammoth's thick neck, and pulled it towards her.

"The Lasso of Hestia compels you to the truth, beast. Speak." Diana's voice boomed. "Who is your employer?"

The gargantuan member of the Fearsome Five snarled and twitched as he fought to resist the lasso's power. Beads of sweat simmered above his brow, but his will instantly vaporised. "G-Gizmo."

Diana smirked then headbutted the man. Another 'bang' echoed through the halls of the Watchtower, and Harper found herself glancing at Victor in disbelief of Diana's brutality. Wonder Woman continued, "Do not test my patience; it has already worn thin. To whom is Gizmo selling the file?"

"I...I don't know. He didn't tell me nothing. Just said h-he'd give me a percentage when we pulled it off. H-He...he said that we needed to download something from the server. Something that was planted there by an inside man."

Diana's eyes sparked alight in rage. Victor's brow tensed as he refused to accept the statement that met his ears.

Leaning in closer to the criminal, Diana sneered into his soul. "Tell. Me. Who."

"I...don't know. G-Gizmo said he didn't know either...but he could've found out if he had enough time in the system. If it weren't for the Cyborg, we probably would've figured it out."

Harper scoffed and turned to Victor, hands braced on her hips. "No one can cover their tracks like that. Well, not if they were trying to fool you."

"Gizmo cracked into the network. I'm not infallible...besides, all this happened because you were right. I...was losing it, Harper. You and Gar were trying to tell me something important...and because I didn't listen, everything went to shit."

Harper sighed. "I'm glad you've snapped out of it. Really. That sim is a therapeutic thing...and you're too much fun. I don't want to lose you to it." Despite the fact that she was wearing a helmet, Victor could just tell that she just flashed him a wink. "But look, Gizmo needed a boom tube to get up here at all. The only way for him to open one for himself was for him to get the frequency codes from someone who already has them, because this entire station is shielded. It leads to that same problem; we're potentially compromised."

The pair were promptly interrupted when Diana exited the cell, hooking her lasso back onto her belt. "It seems that we at least have leads. Cyborg, I want the evidence that Mammoth was eluding to."

Victor nodded curtly. "I'll find it."

"Hyperion and I will depart immediately for the base of operations Mammoth mentioned while the two of you were conversing; there may be additional threads for us to pull upon, and for that I would require your expertise." Diana asked sternly yet welcomingly.

Harper almost saluted the Amazon princess, due mostly to her authoritive voice and demeanour. "Yes, ma'am." She snapped.

Diana strode out from the cell block with Harper in tow. Before the door closed behind her, Harper glanced over her armoured shoulder and quipped, "See you soon." Once again, Victor just knew that a wink accompanied the goodbye.

To get a direct connection to the Watchtower's servers, Victor returned to the site of Gizmo's theft. The room was the size of a tennis court, lined with dozens of server stacks, each of which served the Justice League's immense computational needs. Victor approached the central terminal and placed his palm upon it. Victor could easily access the network wirelessly, but he wanted to thoroughly scrub it all down in person. An accusation like the one Mammoth made, especially when under the influence of the Lasso of Truth, was to be taken seriously. The Justice League is Earth's strongest line of defence. If there was a mole on the team, it could spell disaster for the entire planet.

Victor's eyes went dark, then he felt the inward flow of information flush into his skull like icy water. Inside a system, there was no up, down, left, or right. Physical space didn't exist, neither did any sort of physical sensation. To describe how it felt to access a computer with your mind would be impossible, because human beings know only the physical. The way their minds function conform to their physical experiences; a blind person dreams in sound, and a seeing person dreams in sound and sight. So for Victor, his first time accessing a digital space directly was nerve-racking, terrifying, and amazing all at once.

His mind melded with everything else inside the system that wasn't protected with security lockouts. Even then, these lockouts were nothing but knee-high picket fences to him. As he swept through the servers faster than any human's brainwaves could even twitch, Victor began to compile trace elements of Gizmo's intrusion kernel. After sweeping these loose remnants of code away, Victor focused on running a comprehensive scan of the entire network, top to bottom.

In realtime it would've taken about an hour, but to Victor's mind within the system, time had no meaning. He stumbled upon sparse values hidden within nonessential system files. These looked to be remnants of a complex virus that was inserted into the system. Victor couldn't detect any kind of malicious presence currently, so he surmised that it was instructed to self-terminate once its parameters were fulfilled.

As he continued the search, he scooped up every node of leftover data he found and began throwing the pieces back together. Before long, he had a fragmented chunk of the virus code; it would normally be impossible to do anything with such an incomplete sample, but Victor could cross-reference the available information with entries in his personal database in order to determine a likely author. In short, he could see if anyone he's encountered in the past wrote this virus by comparing it with other programs he came across.

A close match was a variety of software add-ons that he had installed to increase connectivity speed. They were all written using a unique programming language called 'kyte7'. It was a custom mode, and not too many people were fluent in it. The only person in the entire League who could code using it was Harper Reid. Victor knew that something was wrong. She was honest, especially now. That said...he needed to ask her a few questions about this.

If these fragments were to be relied upon, it was Harper who had a copy of the Amazo algorithm loaded into the database, then covered her activity using a program she had written using kyte7 code.

Victor detached from his neural link, blinked several times as he returned to his physical body, then exhaled sharply. He didn't believe that Harper would do something like this. She deserved a chance to explain herself.

With urgency, Cyborg strode out of the server room and checked Harper's position by zoning in on her suit's transponder. She and Diana were still canvassing Mammoth and Gizmo's hideout. Victor wanted to intercept them there while he could.

However, his low-level microwave scans instantly picked up a contact in the hallway. Someone was hiding in the shadows of the corridor; if Victor was only relying on his one good eye, he wouldn't have seen him.

"I know you're there. I can detect your heartbeat." Victor scoffed.

The figure took several steps forward, washing his form with the ambient light of the hall. Batman scowled as he muttered, "When were you going to tell us?"

"Tell you what?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Bruce's eyes narrowed as he stared at Victor.

Cyborg frowned. Bruce's lone wolf attitude frequently made him a subject of Victor's frustrations, something that was suddenly overflowing at that moment. "As soon as your paranoia makes a friend out to be a potential threat, you want to write down ways to neutralise them. Fine. Me? I'd rather hear what they have to say, because you know, they're a friend."

"She's dangerous. Not just to you, but to the entire League. First ARGUS, now this."

"People deserve second chances. I'm going to handle this." Victor hissed. He brushed passed Bruce and trudged down the hall. Momentarily, he peered back over his shoulder and jabbed, "How the hell did you know, anyway?"

"I didn't. Your response told me everything I needed to know." With that, Batman spun on his heels and vanished down the other end of the corridor.

Victor cursed at himself for being so careless. Bruce baited a trap, and Victor fell for it. Granted, not many people could tell when Batman was bluffing...but Victor was one of them. He was preoccupied, to say the least. He just wanted to get to the bottom of this without Bruce's anxiety getting in his way.

As he mentally scalded himself for his carelessness, Victor fixed coordinates for a boom tube and stepped through it as it appeared, tearing a hole through space itself in order to connect the Watchtower with the criminal hideout. Emerging from the portal, Victor's eyes fell upon the interior of a warehouse laden with electronics, crates, and stolen equipment.

Diana glanced over at him with a puzzled expression on her face. "Cyborg?"

Victor instantly peered around the room and spied Hyperion, using a single hand to type commands into Gizmo's personal computer. Her gaze met with his, and her typing stopped.

"Harper... Did you copy the algorithm that night?"

She scoffed loudly. "No."

Diana, slowly deducing what Victor must've found, locked onto Harper with her piercing blue eyes.

It was silent as Harper exchanged stares with her two compatriots. Victor believed her...but he knew that wasn't good enough.

Harper shook her head. "I don't know what you found...but it isn't what you think it is."

Diana spoke, her voice reverberating through the hollow chamber. "Victor specified in his report that your original orders from Group 6 were to secure the data, not erase it. Correct?"

Hesitantly, Harper nodded.

"Then why would you refuse to fulfil your mission parameters? You are a woman of duty. I find it difficult to believe that you would allow a third party to destroy your objective."

"Because...I made a call. I thought the destruction of the algorithm was in the military's best interest. Look, if you don't believe me..." She stepped over to Diana's side and clutched the Lasso of Truth, which was slung securely on the Amazon's waist.

Her other hand reached for her helmet, disengaged it, and held it by her side. Victor could see the determination on Harper's face as she said, "I...I didn't...take..." Suddenly, beads of sweat drew lines down Harper's forehead and her eyes became strained.

Diana's face warped in concern due to Harper's difficulty in admitting her innocence.

"I-I...stole...the algorithm." She muttered.

Instantly, Harper dropped both the lasso and her helmet. The titanium combat armour slammed into the concrete with a 'bang', leaving the room speechless.

Victor's brow tensed as he watched Harper, her face pale in shock and horror, try to process what she had just said. "N-No...that's... I never did it. I have no recollection of it...!"

Diana snatched her lasso up once more and shoved it into Harper's hands. "Tell me the truth, sister."

Harper closed her eyes, inhaled, then followed Wonder Woman's instructions. "I-I...don't remember stealing the algorithm."

Victor was becoming more and more angered with each new development. Why would she possibly reach for the lasso knowing that she was guilty? Furthermore, how could she not remember stealing those files? What did it all mean?

Wonder Woman turned to Victor and arched an eyebrow. "The most effective traitor is one who lacks the knowledge of their own misdeeds."