Dinah Laurel Lance (
serinusniger) wrote2008-11-23 02:14 am
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The sun is setting over the Hasaraguan rainforest, and Dinah's not going to regret the end of this day. She's been hit around the head, shot at,and is now running through the undergrowth with a British duchess and a knifethrower on her tail. Apparently setting alligators on them can only detract them for so long.
Now she's jumping down from a tree over the edge of the ravene onto a conveniently fallen branch, still worried about the from, but beginning to think about the to.
"I'm opento suggestions, Oracle," she hisses into her silent comm device. "Everywhere I look is jungle. I've got a crazy English babe and knife-obsessed midget on my rear.
"Oracle?
"You have to be there. You're my only pal. And it's getting Jurassic out here. Whistle up a superhero. Call in a killer widget. Access desperate rescues dot com. I could use a ha...
"Oh."
Now she's jumping down from a tree over the edge of the ravene onto a conveniently fallen branch, still worried about the from, but beginning to think about the to.
"I'm opento suggestions, Oracle," she hisses into her silent comm device. "Everywhere I look is jungle. I've got a crazy English babe and knife-obsessed midget on my rear.
"Oracle?
"You have to be there. You're my only pal. And it's getting Jurassic out here. Whistle up a superhero. Call in a killer widget. Access desperate rescues dot com. I could use a ha...
"Oh."
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The woman in the lead, the one in the impractical costume and mask charges forward, her aristocratic English accent thick. "You've caused us a spot of trouble, Black Canary."
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"I'm so teddibly sorry. Rawley I am."
Honestly, her accent would be better if she weren't under so much stress.
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"Our client sent us to twist you for information."
The short man with the knives steps in, "For you to tell us what you know of Oracle, and then for us to kill you."
"But," a smile spreads below that fashion-disaster mask, "I'm willing to disappoint him and jump straight to step two."
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Dinah's fine with them skipping to step two, as it happens. She steadies herself on the bridge and raises her hands.
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She pulls her headset on, "Oracle here. Have you been calling, Dinah?"
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"Nothing you can do now. How are things on your end?"
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She scrubs at her face and rolls her shoulders before reaching for her laptop again.
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"I've got work to do anyway."
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She's apparently the more experienced fighter because she yells a warning after him. "No, Brutale--"
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All three of them.
"Nice shot, shorty," she says, blocking a knife on each word. Not even pausing to adjust posture, she leaps forward with a flying sweeping kick. "Now it's my turn."
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"Please, Lady Vic! I am falling!"
She has the decency to shoot him a contemptuous glance before turning her attention to Dinah. "Then fall, you stupid berk," she tosses over her shoulder as she launches a kick at Dinah's head.
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Dinah would spare a little respect for the more experienced fighter if Lady Vic wasn't also far out of her own league. The Canary leaps out of the way, at the same time kicking away both her opponent's leading leg and one of her frankly ridiculous hand-mounted knives.
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That Dinah's talking is a sign of how beneath her she considers this combat. The second weapon flies after its brother, uselessly embedding into the wood, while their owner is flipped with an effortless Hane Makikomi.
"Here's one they didn't teach you in finishing school."
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She's way outclassed, and now she knows it.
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Crouching over the Brit's prone body, she keeps her firm in an armlock, twisting just enough to let her know who's in charge.
"Who sent you Lady Teabag?"
Tug.
"Who?"
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Meanwhile Brutale is barely hanging onto his knife. He hasn't seen any of the action and he's still calling out. "Lady Vic--? Somebody! Por favor!"
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"How deep do you think that water is?" Dinah asks casually as she approaches the edge.
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"I... I don't know!" his voice is more than a little panicked.
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"How'd you like to find out?"
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Because, seriously? These two clowns after the Black Canary?
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In all seriousness, though, the poor guy's beginning to slip, so Dinah steps towards him, reaching down a hand.
"And now I've got his number."
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"But the information will do you know good," Brutale taunts in a bid to keep Dinah's attention on him as Lady Vic readies her strike.
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Seriously, she has the advantage here.
It's possible Dinah's being overconfident here. It's a flaw.
"And why is that, Dagger boy?"
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They'd already run through the Triad base she'd bounced her signal through (and their effectiveness dulled the sense of triumph that having them blunder into a den of psychotic thugs should have brought), and she was pretty sure they'd figured out all the land lines were dummies. That meant they'd be tracing her satellites soon.
"You needed help from me?"
Silence.
"Dinah? Dinah? You're not pouting, are you?" Babs looks up at the road and turns at the sign reading 'Tricorner Yards Naval Station Gate 3'. "Well, if you're listening, I think it's Blockbuster who's after me. I'm going to need you here. In Gotham."
Her voice grows soft. "I'm going to need all the friends I can get."