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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."

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Dinah wishes she'd known quite how much she outstripped these goons when they started after her. It would have saved so much time.

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?"

Somehow Lady Vic manages a contemptuous snarl despite the fact that she's pretty much helpless. "You'll never--" she starts to spit.

"I don't have time for your rap," Dinah decides, punching Vic sharply in the temple. That should keep her unconscious for a few minutes with no lasting effects.

Lady Vic folds with the sigh of the unconscious.

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!"

Oh look, a convenient hanging target for threats!

"How deep do you think that water is?" Dinah asks casually as she approaches the edge.

Brutale automatically looks down.

"I... I don't know!" his voice is more than a little panicked.

Still cheerfully, because Dinah loves it when a threat comes together.

"How'd you like to find out?"

"Blockbuster!" he squeals. "Blockbuster wants tof ind Oracle! He told us to lure you here!"

"Me specifically?"

Because, seriously? These two clowns after the Black Canary?

"Any of Oracle's people!" Brutale's speaking so fast his words almost trip over each other. "Then we torture you for the location of your boss!"

"So he figured out the kind of thing that would bait Oracle."

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."

The mask covering Brutale's face isn't enough to completely hide his sudden smirk as he catches sight of Lady Vic moving up behind the Canary. Her ridiculous mask is cracked, but apparently that was enough to rob Dinah's blow of its power.

"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.

"Yeah?"

Seriously, she has the advantage here.

It's possible Dinah's being overconfident here. It's a flaw.

"And why is that, Dagger boy?"

Brutale just laughs as Lady Vic's club crashes into the back of Dinah's head.

Oracle's voice sounds uselessly in Dinah's earpiece. "Dinah, I've bought myself some time, but not much. Whoever is after me is pretty good."

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."

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