Never Alone part II- Stakeout
SilverWings kept her eyes trained on the warehouse. It was blazing hot, and she had long abandoned her leather jacket, hiding it in the tall grasses. Her eyes flickered to her partner, who squatted patiently in the weeds, keeping eyes on their target.
Silver sighed, frustrated bởi the empty silence, "Looks abandoned."
"Another dead-end?" Thirteen wondered.
"Gordon Tin, third name on the list," Silver said. "This is the address from the data-base." She felt her spirit dampen. The first two names on the danh sách had led to empty apartments. She was certain she had memorized the names on the Key's danh sách correctly, and Thirteen swore he had looked thoroughly into each one, giving Silver it in a beige envelope for her to look over. It was hidden beneath her giường at the cave.
"No harm in taking a look," Thirteen đã đưa ý kiến in attempt to reawaken his partner's enthusiasm. The danh sách of names was their only lead to Daemian, Silver's older brother. If they proved useless, there was no obvious evidence to point them in the right direction.
Thirteen stood from his crouch and crept around the sand dune, keeping low in the weeds. SliverWings followed closely behind. They sprinted from their cover until they reached the building.
It was exactly what bạn would expect an abandoned warehouse to look like: four rotting-wood walls, a slanted roof that looked like it would cave in with a strong gust of wind,high windows eight feet off the ground.
"It doesn't look like any one's set foot in this place for years," Thirteen observed. "Silver," he turned to his partner.
She was gazing at the canal that ran tiếp theo to the warehouse. It was musty with dirt, carrying the debris passed the banks and out to the Pacific ocean. Her eyes were trained an the shrubbery on the bank.
Looking closer, Thirteen saw a thuyền nhỏ, skiff floating in the weeds. Its hull was rusted and most of the white outer-coat of paint was chipped away. It was covered bởi woodland netting, keeping it hidden.
"Help me up." Thirteen turned back to the warehouse to see his partner standing beneath a window. He obeyed, knowing better than to argue. He knelt and clamped his hands together to form a foot hold. SilverWings stepped into them and grasp the window. Using her elbow, she cracked the glass and busted through it. Silver then hoisted herself onto the window ledge.
Balancing on her perch, she looked around the interior of the warehouse. The other windows her made translucent bởi the dust dirt that had built up over time, allowing very little light into the shelter. Her eyes roamed over the dust, dirt, and shadows, stopping at the pilled crates in the back corner.
"All clear," SilverWings reported. She reached down, grasped Thirteen's hand, and helped him keep his balance as he leaped onto the perch. His eyes wandered across the interior, then looked to Silver. They nodded to each other and dropped into the warehouse.
Without a word hoặc signal, they moved in unison toward the crates.
SilverWings kept her eyes trained on the warehouse. It was blazing hot, and she had long abandoned her leather jacket, hiding it in the tall grasses. Her eyes flickered to her partner, who squatted patiently in the weeds, keeping eyes on their target.
Silver sighed, frustrated bởi the empty silence, "Looks abandoned."
"Another dead-end?" Thirteen wondered.
"Gordon Tin, third name on the list," Silver said. "This is the address from the data-base." She felt her spirit dampen. The first two names on the danh sách had led to empty apartments. She was certain she had memorized the names on the Key's danh sách correctly, and Thirteen swore he had looked thoroughly into each one, giving Silver it in a beige envelope for her to look over. It was hidden beneath her giường at the cave.
"No harm in taking a look," Thirteen đã đưa ý kiến in attempt to reawaken his partner's enthusiasm. The danh sách of names was their only lead to Daemian, Silver's older brother. If they proved useless, there was no obvious evidence to point them in the right direction.
Thirteen stood from his crouch and crept around the sand dune, keeping low in the weeds. SliverWings followed closely behind. They sprinted from their cover until they reached the building.
It was exactly what bạn would expect an abandoned warehouse to look like: four rotting-wood walls, a slanted roof that looked like it would cave in with a strong gust of wind,high windows eight feet off the ground.
"It doesn't look like any one's set foot in this place for years," Thirteen observed. "Silver," he turned to his partner.
She was gazing at the canal that ran tiếp theo to the warehouse. It was musty with dirt, carrying the debris passed the banks and out to the Pacific ocean. Her eyes were trained an the shrubbery on the bank.
Looking closer, Thirteen saw a thuyền nhỏ, skiff floating in the weeds. Its hull was rusted and most of the white outer-coat of paint was chipped away. It was covered bởi woodland netting, keeping it hidden.
"Help me up." Thirteen turned back to the warehouse to see his partner standing beneath a window. He obeyed, knowing better than to argue. He knelt and clamped his hands together to form a foot hold. SilverWings stepped into them and grasp the window. Using her elbow, she cracked the glass and busted through it. Silver then hoisted herself onto the window ledge.
Balancing on her perch, she looked around the interior of the warehouse. The other windows her made translucent bởi the dust dirt that had built up over time, allowing very little light into the shelter. Her eyes roamed over the dust, dirt, and shadows, stopping at the pilled crates in the back corner.
"All clear," SilverWings reported. She reached down, grasped Thirteen's hand, and helped him keep his balance as he leaped onto the perch. His eyes wandered across the interior, then looked to Silver. They nodded to each other and dropped into the warehouse.
Without a word hoặc signal, they moved in unison toward the crates.
"You never want to do anything amigo!" Jaimie exclaimed. "Why did bạn even tham gia the Team?"
"The purpose is gone now." Revenge said, turning away. "If bạn want me to leave, I will after this mission."
Jaimie stood shell-shocked. "Hombre, I didn't mean--"
"Save it, Jaimie." Revenge said. "Nightwing has a debriefing to do. I've got lives to protect."
The Black Hero jumped the building and was gone.
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"How did bạn come bởi the information?"
"Private communication with Holly."
"She's still serving our purposes?"
"Yes."
"The purpose is gone now." Revenge said, turning away. "If bạn want me to leave, I will after this mission."
Jaimie stood shell-shocked. "Hombre, I didn't mean--"
"Save it, Jaimie." Revenge said. "Nightwing has a debriefing to do. I've got lives to protect."
The Black Hero jumped the building and was gone.
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"How did bạn come bởi the information?"
"Private communication with Holly."
"She's still serving our purposes?"
"Yes."
Sneak Peek Part II
Revenge hoặc Redemption
"This Way!" Revenge yelled.
I followed, ducking into a closet. My yellow/black cape swished behind me and exposed where we were.
"Tam! Ogan'!" a voice yelled.
The Russians brought their súng to chịu, gấu on the wooden door and fired. Revenge leaped in front of me, taking the shock and damage of the bullets. But fifteen AK-47s firing into his chest managed to knock him out.
The Russians busted open the door and knocked me down with a súng trường to the head. One pointed his gun at me.
"Ostan'sya vnizu malen'kaya devochka!" he yelled.
I struggled to think, the blow to my head had me in a daze.
"C'mon Barbara! Think! You're in Russia! Người dơi taught bạn this much."
After a bit of thinking, I managed to translate it into 'Stay down little girl'.
The tiếp theo time they đã đưa ý kiến something, it was easier to translate.
"Voz'mite ikh s losifom!"
Translation: Take them to Joseph.
The Red Army Rises:
Part II Revenge hoặc Redemption
Revenge hoặc Redemption
"This Way!" Revenge yelled.
I followed, ducking into a closet. My yellow/black cape swished behind me and exposed where we were.
"Tam! Ogan'!" a voice yelled.
The Russians brought their súng to chịu, gấu on the wooden door and fired. Revenge leaped in front of me, taking the shock and damage of the bullets. But fifteen AK-47s firing into his chest managed to knock him out.
The Russians busted open the door and knocked me down with a súng trường to the head. One pointed his gun at me.
"Ostan'sya vnizu malen'kaya devochka!" he yelled.
I struggled to think, the blow to my head had me in a daze.
"C'mon Barbara! Think! You're in Russia! Người dơi taught bạn this much."
After a bit of thinking, I managed to translate it into 'Stay down little girl'.
The tiếp theo time they đã đưa ý kiến something, it was easier to translate.
"Voz'mite ikh s losifom!"
Translation: Take them to Joseph.
The Red Army Rises:
Part II Revenge hoặc Redemption
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Revenge threw the criminal into the tường and heard a satisfying groan of pain.
Nightbird grinned and started to walk out, but Revenge stopped her. He picked something up from one of the criminals before grappling through the roof.
Nightbird opened the doors and yelled at Draxx to come collect his revenue hoặc something before joining Revenge on the roof.
"What is it?" she asked.
Revenge pulled a red-black feather out of his utility thắt lưng, vành đai and looked at it for a moment before jumping off the building and landing on his motorbike, speeding away.
Revenge threw the criminal into the tường and heard a satisfying groan of pain.
Nightbird grinned and started to walk out, but Revenge stopped her. He picked something up from one of the criminals before grappling through the roof.
Nightbird opened the doors and yelled at Draxx to come collect his revenue hoặc something before joining Revenge on the roof.
"What is it?" she asked.
Revenge pulled a red-black feather out of his utility thắt lưng, vành đai and looked at it for a moment before jumping off the building and landing on his motorbike, speeding away.