IMPORTANT A/N!!

Nice question, moonlitsfantasy. Here's the thing. Cy (AKA Vic) is an oober genius. That's point number one. Number two, I forget what happened in Charlie's Angel's 2, and no offense, but I don't plan on finding out anytime soon. What happens is, the FBI already have an idea of what age she is, so they take the average 18-yr-old female bodice to start with. From there, they simply go on any other details they have. The only detail now is the shoe size (which I chose at random, thinking that a size 5 shoe is too small (no offense), and that a size 10+ is huge (no offense again), I chose a random size I thought was formidable), and that's all Vic has to go on. I'm not making the image come out as perfect, but then again, who would? I'm just leaving a possibility out there. ;D Vic is an oober genius after all.

That's all for now! This chapter is dedicated to moonlitsfantasy for making me think! :D (Go moons!)

IMPORTANT: I'm warning you all. If you didn't read my notes from chapter 2, then it's your fault. I'll just update all my stories to repeat that note, and you'll all be like, "Oh, a new chappie!" And then you get there and I'm all, "HA! An author's note! This is my revenge! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!" And you'll be all, "O.O oh no, I should've read E101's notes before, but I didn't and now my hopes have been shattered by this author's note!" And I'll be all, MUHAHAHAHAAA!! Fear me, for I am the QUEEN OF SHEBA! HAH! FEAR MY INCESANT NAGGING! And this is completely pointless cuz no one reads my author's notes and no one ever will! And this rambling will come true, because you all have officially pissed off the author and shall FACE HER REVENGE! … Guess what?" And you'll be all, "What?" and I'll say, "I placed a nagging author's note... IN THIS CHAPTER! MUHAHA!!" And you'll be all, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" And then my version of Starfire will whack me on the head and say, "Sorry, she had too much happy juice. My bad." And you'll be all, "Thank God!" And Star'll be all, "And now since you've seen me before me debut in the story, you must die." And you'll be all NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" And then you die. MUHAHAHAHAHAA! I just got knocked out, but now you dead! You sorry! You go bye bye! You- SL:JFpaoihdskfdjcoawfh jsdn dsv... Hey everyone, this is Starfire typing. I temporarily knocked out the author and have taken over the keyboard. -.-' Woot. I don't get the point of all this, cuz no one's reading the author's note. No one ever does. Oh well, not my problem. Please bear with me for the time being. Or I'll kill you... No, seriously, I will. Oh, and E101, in her groggy state says that she made me too Blackfire-ish. I just knocked her out again. I think that she can go shove her opinions up her-... OMG the powers that be are giving the keyboard to...The original TV TT Star! Noooo! rtywsth... Hello, borderline friends and reviewers! Enough of this pointless rempluga (What you call "rambling"). On to the story! ... O.o Why am I so evil here?

Disclaimer: Erifrats101 does not own me or the DC Comics characters in the TeenTitans universe. Thank you!

Erifrats101 apologizes in advance for Victor Stone's character's... O.o ... "Ghetto fabulousness" in the beginning. That is all. … O.O EEP! Something just touched my shoulder! … Oh, sorry, Erifrats101, I did not realize that was you… My deepest apologies for blasting you with my starbolt… Erifrats101 says, "NO worries." Yay!

Assassin's Bird

Chapter 3: Enter Vic, his laptop, and E101's righteous fury

"Yo, man! You gotta be kiddin' me! How could you get blown up by the Starfire? She's the best of the best, dawg! You only got her shoe size? Wait a minute, how is it even possible to create an exploding letter in that time? Even better, why didn't she kill you? You got connections, man? Personally, I think she likes you. I don't know about you dawg, but it looks like this assassin's got the hots for you."

Richard sighed. It seemed like he wouldn't be the one asking all the questions here. "Hey Vic?"

The tall, 20 year-old African-American raised an eyebrow, his baldhead reflecting the light off the fluorescent lights in the room. "... Yeah?"

"...How's the arm?"

Victor Stone looked at his right arm. Although from the outside his arm looked completely normal, it was actually a robotic arm. He got in an accident during a mission, and that was the result. Not many people knew it, but under the skin was a cyborg. His left eye was also robotic. He was a half-human machine, but that didn't change Richard's friendship with him. Metahuman or not, they were still best buds.

"Eh, I'm holdin' up just fine."

"Good. Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure, man. What is it?"

"Can you use that software you've got to generate an image of Starfire? I know it'll take about an hour of so, but-"

"No problem, man! I already did it!"

Richard's eyes widened behind his sunglasses, "What? How?"

"Bruce gave me a call. Size 7, right?"

"Yeah." And all this time, Richard thought, I thought he didn't care about that information I gave him.

"Here we go." Victor opened up the laptop he was carrying in a messenger bag and placed it on Richard's lap. A desktop appeared on the screen. Victor chose a shortcut file labeled "FS" (Fire Starter). The file began to load, "Hold on a sec, you're gonna love this... Voila!"

Richard peered over Victor's shoulder to look at the laptop screen. The display showed a gray three-dimensional image of a girl about his age. The figure wore a black formfitting t-shirt, dark tight jeans, and black boots. The boots were the only thing Richard guessed resembled Starfire. He was slightly disturbed by the fact that the figure was bald and faceless, but it was self-explanatory, and Richard dismissed it soon.

"Seeing as the we only got her shoe size, we couldn't work on any facial features. But when you're undercover, you can give us the details," Vic explained.

"If I ever get that far…" Richard doubted. Even when he got out of the hospital, his mission would still have to come. And this injury wouldn't make it any better. Starfire was bound to have seen him, and he was sure that she took some time to drill his face into her memory.

"Man, don't look so depressed," Victor urged.

"Yeah, dude. It's not like she killed you," Gar encouraged.

At least Gar tried.

"That's exactly it!" Richard exclaimed in frustration, "What reason does she have for killing me?"

"Man, I told you already," Victor smirked, "She thinks you're hot."

Richard gave him a look that said, "Not helping."

"Naw, dude, it's 'cause you didn't provoke her somehow," Gar suggested, "That's how it is with animals."

Richard resisted the urge to punch him and yell, "NOT EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND ANIMALS! SHE'S A PERSON!"

Rachel shrugged, "Maybe she just didn't feel like it."

All the boys stared at her as if to say, "There's no way it's that simple." Then they averted their attention back to Richard.

"Well, for whatever reason it is, she didn't kill me. But I'm sure that she took some time making sure that she remembered what I looked like," Richard deduced.

"You're afraid she'll recognize you when you're undercover," Rachel said, matter-of-factly, "Well then, we'll just make sure she doesn't recognize you."

"Yeah, but how?" Gar pondered aloud.

"Easy." Bruce's voice caused everyone to jerk towards the door as it shut closed, "We give you a replacement."

"A replacement?" Richard asked.

"Don't think I haven't thought this out, Richard; especially after this little accident. I knew you'd need some was to convince Starfire that you're still in the hospital while you're undercover." The former police chief turned to Rachel, "Is he able to walk?"

"Should be after I treat his wounds. Garfield-"

"Gar!"

"-and Victor interrupted me. It should take a few hours."

"Fine then, we'll do it tomorrow."

"Do what tomorrow?" Richard asked. He knew the simple answer, but more specifically wanted to know where they were getting this replacement.

Bruce simply smiled at the boy on his way out, "You'll see."

And with that, he was gone as quickly as he had come.

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A woman sat at her computer, reading something on the Internet. It seemed like a good story, filled with mystery, intrigue, and romance. She didn't even notice the person behind her until they had a knife to her neck. The woman gasped, "Wh-Who are you?"

"Read this," was all the person said as a paper was placed under the woman's nose. A gloved hand placed a video camera at the top of the woman's monitor, and turned it on.

"I-I-I … apologize to…Eri- How do I pronounce that?"

"Read it!"

"E-Erifrats101…" The woman gasped.

"The name sound familiar?"

A tear escaped the woman's eye, "…Yes."

"Have you read this author's story 'Assassin's Bird' on ?"

"… Y-Yes."

"Have you reviewed?"

"Yes."

"Have you read her other stories 'Cardian' and 'You Don't Know My Pain'?"

"Y-Yes."

"Did you like them all?"

"Yes, very much."

"Now tell me," The dagger pressed closer to the woman's throat, "Did you once read the author's notes, or the polls, that this kind author put out for you?"

"N-No."

"Do you want these wonderful stories to continue?"

"Y-Yes."

"Then why haven't you responded to her cries of help? She simply asks for your feedback. Your kindness. She wants to know what the reviewers want, so she can put that in her story."

"I'm sorry."

"Good. Now will you go back and read the author's notes and polls (in her profile)?"

"Y-Yes."

"Good. Goodbye."

And with that, the person was gone, and a frightened teary reviewer was in her wake.

MY REVENGE! HA!!