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Post by Oracle on Aug 24, 2012 14:39:46 GMT -5
LOCATION: Metropolis, Downtown TIME: 9:52 p.m. CHARACTERS INVOLVED: Huntress, Oracle, Black Mask MISSION BREIFING: Huntress and Oracle look into a weapons dealing business performed on the outskirts of Metropolis by Black Mask, all seemingly goes well but something bigger is in the works. [/size] [style= font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 445px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px] It was not that unusual to find herself and the Birds operating outside of Gotham City and within the flashy city of Metropolis. Home to one of the greatest Superheroes in the world – you would think it was a crime free place. Far from it, there were just bigger baddies here, criminals that honestly, Barbara didn’t think Bruce could fare well on his own. Tonight it was just her and Huntress operating as a dynamic duo and much to her grim reminder she could not rely on canary’s cry to get them out of any pickle tonight. Hopefully the thugs they were dealing with would just be of the human nature; otherwise Barbara was ready to call in a whole list of reinforcements for Helena.
The creatures of the night that had summoned the Birds to Metropolis was the underworld crime lord, Black Mask. Notorious for his gang related crimes and the steadfast power he retained over the many criminal organizations, Black Mask was like the mob but at least ten times more deadly. He was a cold, calculating and elusive criminal whose entire life was centered around building an untouchable empire. He had been successful for the most part, but tonight Barbara finally got her hands on some pretty golden information regarding a weapons exchange. This was probably one of Black Mask’s biggest operation and if they could topple him tonight then there was a chance that they could put a huge wrench in the plans of Gotham’s underworld crime lord.
Barbara had made the necessary arrangements to operate as closely to Huntress and the entire operation as possible. Temporarily moving back to her lovely abode in Metropolis Towers, Barbara was in a way happy to have a change of atmosphere and overall light when she turned on her monitors and could see out her one way glass floor to ceiling window. The city sparkled beneath her and resonated with a beauty that Gotham never beheld.
Shifting in her seat, Barbara pulled up a city map of Metropolis and studied the downtown area. She was waiting for Helena to call in and inform the Oracle that she was in position to begin her mission. Studying the maps, Barbara finally pinpointed on the small downtown bar that the weapons exchanging was taking place in. Her eyes narrowed in on the Barcardi Lounge and she searched City Hall’s records for a layout of the club.
Coming upon the information requested in what felt like mere seconds, Barbara studied the layout of the club, noting the emergency exit points as well as the unspecified areas that looked like back rooms but had no doorways. Rubbing the side of her temple she switched to another monitor, the screen reading that it was 90% complete with accessing the camera feeds available at the Bacardi Lounge. Drumming her fingers on the desk, Barbara waited, glancing at her cup of unfinished coffee and then returning to the screen to see it loading up with visuals of the club.
Glancing at each frame, she took note of the visuals she was provided. A camera over the bar, one at the entrance, another that panned over the dance club, two along each of bathroom, and one that lead to the kitchen and back rooms. Outside of that, she had no views of the back rooms, nothing beyond the actual club scene. Talk about troublesome, Barbara narrowed her eyes wondering just exactly what was going on behind those closed doors.
No matter, she would find out soon. Leaning back in her seat she honed in on Huntress’ GPS signal and saw that she was currently traveling at 60 mph over the Metropolis Bridge. Patching into her communication device that was conveniently an inconspicuous pair of earrings, Barbara cleared her throat a small smile on her face, “Arriving in style Helena or are you taking that hog of yours?” [/style]
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Post by Huntress on Aug 28, 2012 14:00:39 GMT -5
Being the city of Metropolis was of course a nice change from being in Gotham. However it also made things difficult as this was also Superman’s city and he can be a pretty serious guy just like Batman, and it was as though both cities were complete opposites. One was the city of light and the other was the city of darkness, however now was not the time to ponder about them as one of Gotham’s most dangerous men was now in Metropolis about some kind of weapons shipment. And if Oracle was concerned about it then there was no doubt that Black Mask had to be put in this place and be given a first class ticket to Arkham Asylum to join others who were criminally insane, and Helena felt focused and was looking forward to giving him the boot personally.
The night was young as the darkness had shrouded the sky with its eerie blackness. But it also revealed a beautiful starry sky which shone brightly down upon the world of man, and with the time dead on 9.45Pm the operation had begun and it was time to stop Black Mask from getting his really grubby hands on some weapons. They only had one shot at this and there was no room for error, and Huntress was a gal that doesn’t make mistakes. Well the odd one or two mistakes but any one can make mistakes, so it was only natural, Helena had to admit she and her best friend Oracle made a great team, while Babs hacked and gathered info about big time operations set up by the Gotham criminals or about a standard robbery, Huntress would be the muscle of the team and would head to the indicated position and take out anyone who try to kill her.
It was amazing that Black Mask was growing in power in such a short amount of time. There was a reason why he gave himself a rather unique call sign, but now Helena and Oracle now had a chance to put a big dent into the guy’s operations and hopefully they would have crippled his power, however sometimes Huntress would not get along with Barbara. However they had become as closer as sisters and together they would stop the shipments and deal a heavy blow to Black Mask’s forces, with her trusty purple motorcycle Helena prepared herself and soon headed onwards towards the indicated position.
While revving up her motorcycle Huntress soon made sure equipment where ready and her weapons ready to deal her sweet vengeance on those who lived in the criminal underworld. And with her arrows pretty sharp and her metallic bo staff as strong as ever, she drove onwards at fast speed down the roads of Metropolis. As she sped down the road, Huntress began to focus on her mission given to her by Oracle. She looked forward to cracking some skulls, there was however a chance that Black Mask may have more thugs in there then Huntress could imagine. Still Huntress had been in a similar situation and literally beat the odds, she was well trained and earn her code name as she continued the promise she made to seek revenge on the criminal world.
Luckily there was hardly any traffic about at this time of night, which gave Huntress a clear path up towards a bridge. Her cloak gently flapped behind her as she drove onwards towards her goal, she remained focused and was determined to follow Oracle’s advice no matter what, Black Mask had to be stopped and stopping this shipment seemed like the best way to do that. There was no doubt that Babs would have finished looking at the schematics of the destination, when it comes to hacking she was pretty impressive and there was no wonder she called herself Oracle. In ancient times an Oracle simply was a woman who was wise beyond imagination and could predict what would happen in the future, kings and nobles sought them out to determine their future.
Some way that an Oracle was a channelled like between the world of man and the gods themselves. And thus they were greatly respected, even by those of royal blood and others who wielded power via wealth. And also in mythological times a Huntress was like a female archer or an actual hunter, or in this case like s female robin hood, so now in the present day it was as though Barbara and Helena had paid their respects of the myths and legends era by giving themselves call signs which where used long ago.
Pretty soon she found herself on the bridge and was heading at steady pace of 60MPH. The bridge itself was fairly busy but it was only a minor problem as Huntress easily passed each car with very little trouble, as she thought and focused on the mission she was quite happy that the weather was clear and dry. And in a matter of mere moments her earring’s came alive and the voice of Oracle appeared, and she even called her motorcycle a hog. A smirk crawled up on her face and she soon responded in a honest way. “Well you know me Oracle, I just didn’t want you to hog all the glory”
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Post by Oracle on Aug 30, 2012 15:55:53 GMT -5
[style= font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 445px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px] Helena's response was met with a chuckle and a snort that Barbara sheepishly tried to cover up by laughing only a little harder. Even when times were rough and they were heading into life or death situations, they always maintained their humor. Her eyes sparkled, a mixture of the light from the screens and from the enthusiasm shared with Helena, "We're just on a roll tonight, hopefully we don't hog up this mission." Another snort, but then she paused realizing that her statement had absolutely no sense, "You know what, forget I even said that." she muttered, hearing Helena's faint chuckle as she mocked the information broker.
Running her fingers through long, thick locks of brilliant red hair, Barbara moved her green eyes onto another screen and brought up panoramic views of the exterior of the Barcardi Lounge. Her eyes strained slightly as she tried to make out the best mode of entrance for Helena as to remain inconspicuous and ensure that Black Mask didn't just get up and ditch his entire operation. The goal was to get him here and now and get him behind bars. Otherwise, they would have to go on another wild goose chase, and God knows how smart that criminal could be. Otherwise he wouldn't have been so hard for the ever watchful Oracle to catch up. Spotting the delivery entrance at the left side of the building, Oracle patched into the camera that lay on the other side of the doorway and looked around to see that there were only two guards at that entrance. This could work. Assuming the goods were already delivered, the guards wouldn't be missed that much. Sure it was a big assumption to make, but Barbara was willing to take risks every now and then, and she knew that Black Mask did prefer being prepared over having to wait things out.
"I've got a delivery entrance on the left side of the building Helena, two guards, armed only with firearms. That challenging enough for you?" Barbara said with a smirk, knowing all to well the Huntress' response. Sometimes she worried for her friend, she took way too much satiisfaction in her job, but then again, Oracle knew that on some level, Bruce was the same way - he just wasn't as extreme.
"Other than that, as always things look suspicious in the back rooms. I can't get a live camera feed operational right now... But I am working on it. Black Mask isn't in the main dance area, so I don't think you have to worry about that, unless of course you want to do some extra leg work and take out his buyer." she grinned, looking at the screen of Helena's camera, "Kidding, I'm kidding. No need for that. I've already got an ID on the buyer, we can get him another time." Barbara said, taking slight pride is always being five steps ahead of every situation. She didn't know what she would do otherwise, surely she'd be as blind as a bat.
Returning to her other camera feeds and satisfied with the amount of information she had left Helena with, she decided to focus on looking at the line of club goers. See if there was anyone who either looked shady or out of character in this kind of scene. Bacardi Lounge was a young, hip kind of place hat really catered to those rich, snobby teenage boys and girls who wanted nothing but to compete in who was either the richest or the dumbest, maybe just the dumbest. Scanning through the line, her camera lagging for a moment and then coming back online, she suddenly stopped, her eyes narrowing on two rather big women. And when she meant bit, she meant at least close to 200 pounds of muscle (give or take) big. Raising her brow she opened her communication line for Helena and patched back in, "I'd also watch out for a pair of Russian twins that look like they eat a bowl of nails for breakfast." [/style]
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Post by Huntress on Sept 22, 2012 13:17:42 GMT -5
Hearing Oracle chuckle on her communicator caused the purpled vigilante to smile. But now was not the time for jokes as Black Mask was a deadly threat and shouldn’t be underestimated, and with this in mind she gritted her teeth and revved up the motor cycle as he rode onwards to her destination. While keeping an eye on the road she carefully listened to Oracle's voice as she talked more, yet in complete retaliation Babs cracked a pig type joke of her own. Helena simply chuckled, still she remained focused and quickly removed her relaxed smile and replaced it with that of a look that could kill a thousand of Joker's henchmen.
When Oracle told Huntress about a backwards entrance with two guards who was well armed. She figured that it would be the best way to slip in unnoticed, in response Helena replied in total confidence in her skills. "One delivery entrance with a side of knuckle sandwich coming up" She said in total confidence, two guys with firearms were nothing compared to fighting an entire gang of thief’s and murderers, still it was her best bet to enter the place.
Anyone who knows Huntress should know that when she has that look, no mercy was granted to her foes. As her hands gripped the handles tightly she tensed her muscles as Helena prepared herself as the destination grew closer and soon came into view, but to make sure she wasn’t spotted she decreased her speed and slowly she drove the motorcycle into a nearby alleyway and turned the engine off. With the brakes on she made sure it remained in place and soon began to make sure all of her equipment was available and rearing to go, taking hold of the grappling hook she swung it in a circle like formation and soon threw up towards the roof top and flew upwards. There she landed with both feet on the ground and soon ducked down in the darkness as she overlooked her target.
Once again Oracle spook her words of wisdom about the place. It was because of Bab's that The Birds of Prey had put their talons on their enemies and defeated each one without breaking a sweat, truly she deserved the title of Oracle. And as she spoke about doing some leg work, Huntress immediately responded in a rather objection like way to Barbara’s words. "Hey I resent that! But uh! Never mind" She took out the binoculars and looked down at the building and sure enough the place was packed to the brim.
Quietly she lowered the binoculars and placed it back into her utility belt. There she kept herself quiet and listened carefully to Barbara as she took out her mini crossbows and armed them with her favoured bolts, and even armed her two guns just in case. It was not long before she was warned about two women who apparently looked like they had nails for breakfast, oh well the bigger they are the harder they fall Helena thought to herself. Still Helena stood ready and spoke back to Oracle, mentally she was well prepared and now was the time to put a monkey wrench in Black Mask's operations. "Thanks for the warning but I'll be fine. Ok I am in position and ready to strike, any sign of Black Mask himself?"
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Post by Oracle on Sept 25, 2012 15:29:40 GMT -5
[style= font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 445px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px] This was, somewhat bothersome – to say the least. No sign of the Black Mask and the mysterious back rooms were still unavailable to the all-seeing Oracle. She sighed, and rubbed her glabella, trying to rack her brain for a new strategy but finding that she had burned all of her options out. Pursing her lips she looked at her onboard screens trying to extract familiar faces from the crowds but finding nothing. There was only one thing to do at this point and that was to have Helena get to the back rooms herself. Oracle could then use the camera that was mounted upon her chest.
That would be the best route, but it was also the most dangerous and not of her choice. Barbara Gordon would prefer to be prepared and in the loop and right now she was figuratively speaking blind as a bat. Pressing her temple with the tips of her fingers she watched the camera feed, looking at the air vents that lined the ceiling and seeing it extend to the back walls. The same walls that lead to the mystery that lay behind them.
Patching back into Helena’s line, Barbara decided enough time was spent dilly dallying. She could help hear the exchange of money as it passed between hands. Something was going on in there and they had to find out. When the line frizzled to life, Oracle cleared her throat, preparing her instructions.
“Huntress, let’s take the ventilation system to the back rooms. I’m going to activate your camera and it will be my only pair of eyes.”
She spoke clearly, her right hand dancing over a touchpad as she began to configure Helena’s chest mounted camera. Oracle waited for Huntress’ acknowledgement as she took a sip of water.
“I don’t have anything on Black Mask – I do know that something is going down…. You don’t set up heavy security for nothing.”
It was true, these schmucks didn’t take their line of work lightly. When things went down they were sure to have as many human shields in the way that was necessary for a possible escape. You also couldn’t ignore the fact that the pair of Russian girls were now standing guard at the door, looking out into the crowd with mean gazes and their bodies taunt- expressing that no one was set to pass.
At the very least now however, they would have more insight once Huntress got past the pesky wall that separated them from something big – or nothing at all. She had no doubt there was something dirty doing down however, her sources were never wrong and she was usually never wrong. If Black Mask wanted to play hard to get – let him play this fruitless game. It would only mean he would fall harder as his empire rose to heights that he would not be able to maintain. Barbara clenched her fist, listening to Huntress make her advances.
Oracle would ensure that his operations would come to a strangled halt on this night. [/style]
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Post by Huntress on Oct 3, 2012 13:28:45 GMT -5
The time was now to throw a monkey wrench into Black Mask's works. And Huntress was going to enjoy being that very tool as she stood staring down at her indicated target. With her mini crossbows ready to give the point to its enemies and her guns sparkled with renew vigour as it waited its handler to fire death upon its foes, and lastly her staff was ready as ever to crack some faces and break the spirits and demoralise those within its range. Not once did Helena move from her spot as she awaited her leader to move in for the kill and begin the operation, carefully she had one hand on the binoculars while her other hand was on her ear piece.
And it was not long before Oracle called back and asked Helena to use the vents into the cafe. in response she lowered the binoculars and placed them back into her belt as Helena spoke back to Oracle in complete focus. "On it" As per usual she waited a few minutes for Oracle to activate a hidden camera on Helena's chest and soon took flight as she used the grappling hook to swing upwards to land gracefully onto the rooftop. Quietly she lowered herself down near the floor and headed over towards a metal grate which led into the ventilation system, carefully she placed her hand into her belt and pulled out a tiny screw driver and swiftly moved as fast as she could to un hook the screws from the grate which held it in place.
There she opened it outwards and quietly placed it near the entrance. carefully Huntress got down on all fours and slowly entered the ventilation system, and used her elbows to quietly moved freely and deeply into the cafe itself. So far everything was going according to plan and her infiltration went on without a hitch, now she had to head towards the backrooms and find out what was going on. And hopefully find the weapons shipment.
She had to be careful not to talk, let alone make noises in the shaft. Otherwise the thugs inside might hear her and she would became an instant pin cushion for bullets, carefully she pressed onwards slowly and steady. It was an operation that required stealth and a precision, two words that Huntress hated, she would rather go in with guns blazing. But she followed Oracle's plans as she pressed onwards to the target which was the back rooms.
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Post by Oracle on Oct 4, 2012 15:44:29 GMT -5
[style= text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 445px;] It was once again time to play the waiting game. The Oracle sighed as she picked at her nails and listened to the small sounds and grunts Helena made as she maneuvered through the air ducts. She recalled those days with a certain amount of fondness as the memories of moving through cramped places and being where she definitely shouldn’t be, popped back into her mind. Barbara Gordon looked at her legs rather lamely as she studied them with a certain level of contempt and pity for herself. The emotion lingered only for moments however as she returned her gaze to the computer screen where a gracious preview of Helena’s cleavage came into view.
“Mmm… nice.” Barbara mused as she ignored Helena’s inquisition to her sudden comment. A poor and perverted joke, it wasn’t really something worth explaining. Finding herself overcome with boredom and the lull of Helena’s slight thumps putting her to sleep, Barbara decided to redirect her attention elsewhere. Her gaze averted and she was now concentrated on Gotham’s news channel where the attractive Vicki Vale was giving her report on the results of the football game for the evening. So far Gotham looked to be in the running for the Super bowl, this was exciting – not that Barbara cared. And by the look on Vicki’s face she wasn’t that interested either.
Brushing a strand of loose hair away from her face she studied Vicki’s expression and found a strange contortion of her face as the anchor woman seemed to be looking at the camera with sudden shock. Quirking her brow, Barbara studied the screen and tried to make sense of Vale’s expression as it turned from shock to horror and suddenly she dove under the desk. Barbara leaned forward confused and tried to make sense of the situation when suddenly a hand reached out from off screen and grabbed the ace reported by the hair.
Barbara gripped the edges of her arm rest and watched the man’s face come into view. He was dressed in regular street wear, but it was his face – or rather the mask that he donned to protect his identity. A tight black mask covered his entire head, emphasis mostly on the eyes that were piercing as they looked down on Vale. He dragged her off screen and Babara’s heart began to race as she watched the empty chair.
There were many questions running through her head, but everything began to settle into meaning as a figure walked back on screen. The pin striped suit with accents of a deep purple were the first thing that came into view as the figure walked right in front of the camera. As it moved forward, Barbara was able to identify by physical structure that it was male. Quirking her brow she continued to lean forward her analytical skills on fire as they tried to put pieces together. When the figure was far enough however, her detective skills were no longer needed because the black skill that rested upon the neck of the suit was enough for Barbara to realize what was going on.
“Uh, Huntress.” Barbara spoke shakily into her communication device as she watched Black Mask turn on screen and face the camera. The frightening smile on his face met her gaze and she felt slightly weak as she took in his horrible black skull that substituted for a face. “Huntress?” She called out again, not yet turning from the screen.
Unknown to Oracle, on Helena’s end the air ducts had been deliberately shut and sectioned off to force Helena like a rat through a maze into a back room in the club. Poisonous gas filled the airway ducts and threatened to kill suffocate the young woman if she chose to stay within her confines. Otherwise, right below the air ducts were a room of thugs, ready to take the woman by surprise and beat her to death if necessary. [/style]
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Post by Huntress on Oct 12, 2012 12:53:28 GMT -5
Traversing the ducts was not Helena's ideal way to enter a cafe. It was not because of its tight spaces, but normally she would just burst in on the scene and let rip on thugs and criminals alike. But this was Oracle's mission and Huntress was determined to make sure she did her best to beat down the thugs and stop Black Mask's operations, so far things were going well. No one had detected her infiltration and all was quiet in the ducts, except from the grunts and moans as she pressed onwards through the dark but dank ducts of the cafe place itself. But something was bothering her, where was Black Mask? If Oracle couldn’t find him then why was he not there to coordinate the deals? Then again he was pretty busy for a criminal mastermind.
Each time she would pass through some exits below she would voices of laughter and chatter, it would appear that she arrived just near the main centre. Good at least she was going at the right direction, it was the only problem as ducts can be like a maze sometimes and if she had gone the wrong way then it would be a problem because time was of the essence here. The sooner the weapons shipment was sorted out then things would be a lot better and Black Mask would a few weapons short of this operations.
She could feel her legs and knees scrap the metallic floor as she slowly crawled on to the destination. Helena decided to have a long and relaxing bath after all this was over, and at least Oracle will be satisfied until something else happens. Still she had prepared herself incase she would have to fight and with each weapon armed and dangerous it was going to be an interesting night, but just then as she was moving forwards she heard a clicking sound. It was not a good sound to hear and almost immediately like a hamster in a maze she crawled forwards while watching certain exits automatically close until, she had reached her destination.
But even more trouble arrived as poisonous gas appeared out of nowhere and engulfed the area where she was. Her throat became instantly dry and she coughed like mad, Helena shielded her mouth and nose as she tried to find an exit. Time was running out but luckily she held her breath and tried to force open an exit, she pushed and banged the small hatch door and soon she fell through it and landed in the back rooms coughing and spluttering, but before she could recuperate the thugs swarmed over her like bees. And soon Helena was given a beating, the purple vigilante tried to fight back but the gas had made her vunerable and all that was coming from Helena's communicator was the sound of painful grunts and cries of pain.
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Post by Oracle on Oct 19, 2012 11:11:56 GMT -5
[style= text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 445px;] “Good Evening Gotham.” Her eyes trembled as the brain inside her head tried to make sense of things. That was Black Mask standing before her, live on television, and live on Gotham’s number one news channel. That was him, there was no mistaking it – or maybe she was, maybe that was just a decoy and the real Black Mask was in Metropolis executing his weapons exchange. Yes that made the most sense. This was all just a ruse, an attempt to throw her off her game. Things were changing now however, Black Mask had eluded her and the rest of Gotham long enough. “I’d like to thank you all for having me this evening.” The Black Mask continued, and Barbara clenched her fist, her receive off her head as she gave all her attention to the screen. Huntress was more than capable of taking her own initiative, Barbara would give her some space, “You see I’m here, because I’d like to share something very special with all of you.” Her brow quirked and she slowly reached for her communication headset, “It is time Gotham, time for your reckoning. In mere minutes this city will tremble to the ground.” The black mask looked sinisterly at the camera, eyes narrowed into slits and his face darkened to a terribly frightening sight, “and when all has fallen, I will be here to pick up the pieces.” He rose began to walk away from the anchornews desk and suddenly stopped as if something had crossed his mind, “Oh- and as for the fly on the wall, I do hope you found what you were looking for.”The screen immediately went blank and Barbara quickly placed her headset back into place. The unsettling statement made by the Black Mask made her realize that something was wrong, very wrong. And it didn’t take her detective skills to figure that out. With the receive back over her ear, Barbara caught the painful grunts and moans of Helena Bertinelli as she was – from the sounds on the other end – beat savagely by a large group of attackers. Barbara withheld her commentary, taking in a slight breath and covering her mouth as she listened to the helpless vigilante on the other end. A moment of shock overcame her and Barbara was lost as the unsettling realization overcame her. Black Mask had bested her, there was no weapons exchange going on. Not in Metropolis at least. The information she had been given was a ruse, it was falsified so that they could lure Oracle out of Gotham along with her birds of prey. She began to breathe in and out sharply, listening to Helena as she continued to cry out every now and then landing a lucky blow but taking more than she was giving. Oracle felt the blood rush to her face as she regained her composure and came back to reality. So what if things had gone a little sour, she still had a woman in the field and there was still a chance to triumph from this situation. Black mask had something up his sleeve, and for now Barbara would have to let that wait. Though it did scratch at the back of her mind – what did he mean the city would fall? What exactly was he planning. She couldn’t dwell on that, Huntress’ cries were becoming faint and she knew that she had let too much time pass. Let her friend takes one too many hits. Oracle currently had no man power in Gotham, in fact she wasn’t even in Gotham herself, so her priorities had to be invested right here and right now. “Zinda, I need you in the back room now, Huntress needs your help.” On the other end, a blonde woman turned on her barstool and eyed the doorway that lead to the rooms that lay beyond the main dance area. She quickly took a final swig from her glass of scotch and pushed off the stool, making way for the single doorway. “I’m on it skipper.” It didn’t take long for Zinda Blake to knock a few heads as she pushed her way through the only door that lead to the back. Some shots to knee caps, and the blunt smash of pistol butt to temple were all it took for Zinda to plow her way to Helena’s side. Of course, there was also that room of overgrown men who had chosen to arm themselves with bats and crowbars rather than with useful weapons. You know – like guns. The moment the door smashed open, bullets were flying through the air. And although not meant to kill, they were equally as devastating as the metal projectiles cut through flesh and bone threatening to incapacitate these men for the rest of their life. Cries echoed throughout the room, no longer Huntress’ voice, but instead that of the men originally charged with beating her. Those that still stood advanced, and Zinda angrily pushed forward holstering her weapons and sending balling her fists. The first man came, and she dodged a clumsy hook and answered with an uppercut followed by a hook to his temple and a quick push kick that sent his limp body falling into the man behind him. He stumbled back, trying to grip his companion and push him aside, but the moment of distraction was his downfall as Zinda let out a yell and smashed her fist right between his eyes. The sound of bone crunching under her blow made Zinda hope that It wasn’t her own fists that had been damage. Upon recoiling, she shook her hand, feeling only a slight sting. Grinning, the lady Blackhawk moved forward, finishing the man off with another punch to the face and kicking him in his side. The sound of his breath escaping his lips was somewhat satisfactory, and like a tower he leaned over and crumbled to the floor. Her friend lay on the floor, looking like a pile of rags as she remained rather limp. For a moment Zinda thought she was dead, but the rise of her back made her heart skip a beat. Rushing forward, Zinda knelt down by Helena’s side and brushed aside the raven hair that covered her face. Bruising and blood met with her softened expression and Zinda bit her lip as the labored breathing of Huntress reached her ears. “Hey Skipper, I’ve got Huntress... she’s not lookin’ too good.”Zinda spoke, caressing Helena’s face in her hand. “Come on girlie, get yourself together.” She muttered as she tried to lift her off the floor. Suddenly the sound of footsteps echoed behind her, and Zinda stared back at the doorway to see the behemoth for women standing at the entrance, their fists clenched and a mean look on both their faces. “Uh… hey Oracle… you wouldn’t happen to have some more backup would you?” Zinda’s voice wavered on the communication line and on the other end of her message Barbara Gordon stared wide eyed into her computer screen as the Daily Planet’s news channel reported a massive earthquake that had just struck Gotham City. [/style]
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Post by Huntress on Nov 9, 2012 11:49:18 GMT -5
Although beaten down, bruised, injured and in dire pain Huntress refused to give in to death's door. She had to keep her vow of getting her revenge on the criminal underworld, plus there were others that needed her, it felt as though her body was like jelly and pain coursed threw every inch of her. Pain was not going to stop her from living and hoped that Oracle had sent in back up, because try as she might her body refused to move, all she had left was mental power as she pushed with all her might to try and move, but the thugs towered over her with smiles on their very faces.
Their fists were covered in Helena's blood, luckily her fingers started to move. Her eyes slowly opened as she tried to see what her vision was like, and just as expected it was quite blurrier and weak she was barely hanging on by a thread. But the purple vigilante refused to die and simply gritted her teeth to cough up some red shiny blood and spat down to the floor beside her, as she weakly looked down at the floor Helena planned ways to get back at them and believe me her idea was too gruesome to explain.
Plus she had a personal date with Black Mask and just like any other criminals, it was unwise to make Huntress angry. But right now she was a weak as a kitten, deep down she hated being like this as all Helena could do was rely on her team, but her body simply refused to move. She could feel several pain slithering like a giant snake looking for its prey. Her mind quickly turned to Oracle and wondered how a genius like Babs didn’t seen the trap? Did Babs slip up some how? Either way her injuries had healed she was really determined to really have a long chat with her.
Huntress silently cursed herself as she could move or even stand up, at least her heart was still beating. Hope soon arrived for her as her ears picked up the sound of load groans and moans followed by gun shots, did Oracle send in back up?, but she gave a weak smile as the thugs met an end by gun shots which caused them to cry out in pain which was a change. With them dead she could feel the warmth and tenderness of Zinda's hand on her face and gladly she welcomed this feeling, boy was it good to see Zinda her Birds of Prey sister.
Gritting her teeth Huntress was indeed limp as her friend tried to pick her up. But it wasn’t long before the entire building began to shake, luckily she had enough strength left to slowly roll onto her back and weakly warned her friend. "E....Earthquake"
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