As Sara walked down the street she knew all to well, she shivered in the chilling late January air. She was on her way to the little Chinese restaurant she and her dad had visited many times. Finally, she was going to be delivering good news instead of the usual, which ranged from bad to worse.
The freezing night air nipped her nose, causing her to sneeze. Sara laughed at the fact that someone who can kill a man with her bare hands, could sound like a kitten.
Sara walked into the door to find her father, Quentin Lance, already there. He was naturally fearing the worst. When he saw Sara, he pulled out the chair next to him as his mouth formed a shaky smile. Before he could say anything,
"Dad, I'm fine it's good news."
She reassured, placing her small hand over his.
"What is it, Sara?" He inquired, letting out a breath of relief. Sara smiled.
"Ras decided that it would be wise to set up a base in Starling. And considering the fact that most of our... 'Jobs' are around here, I can stay, Dad. No more running! Nysa and I are going to look at places to set up shop after this. She even sent someone to come get me." All Lance could do was smile out of pure joy and hug his youngest, barely keeping it together.
"The person should be here any moment now. Apparently Nysa trusts this 'mystery person' with her life." No sooner than after Sara finished speaking, a young girl, no older than 11, walked in and sat down two seats away. She observed the surrounding room, looking confused. The girl glanced at her watch and muttered, just loud enough for Sara to hear,
"Please, do not tell me that Nysa sent me to the wrong place!" Sara's head whipped around in surprise.
"Wait, you're the Wolf?" The girl's snapped to full alertness upon hearing her nickname.
"So you're Nysa's girlfriend. I expected you to be more..."
"Male?" Sara finished.
"No. Arabic. I am perfectly aware that she prefers the company of females over males," stated the mysterious girl, moving over to the open seat near Sara and her father.
"You're 11..?" said Lance incredulously.
"13, actually. You can call me Frost."
Frost stood up and stated
"C'mon, you know how impatient Nysa can be."
With that Sara said her goodbyes and they headed off into the dark, chilling
night.
AN/ hey guys! I'm Ruby I am new to the world of fan fictions so this is only my second one. If you like this story, I'll continue it. But if not that's ok! I have plenty more to share with the world :). Thank you soo much!
-Ruby
