The weeks passed in much the same fashion as that first day, as they weren't going to put her in their group yet, or introduce her to the Jokerz, but she knew that it was only a matter of time, for she was getting closer and closer into their group, going out with them many times on various occasions, although they never donned their Jokerz costumes and did anything.

She had a hard time trying to stay away from either Terry or his friend, Max, who she caught watching her at odd times. They seemed to suspect her for some reason. Once, while they were playing dodgeball in class, she sensed a ball coming straight at her back with senses honed to attacks from the rear, and twisted out of the way, turning at the same time to face whoever had thrown it.

Looking around to see if anyone had seen, she gave an inward sigh of relief when no one did, and then she saw Terry watching her. He had thrown the ball at her, to get her out. Frowning, she threw another ball at him, wimpily, but he dodged it easily and threw a ball at her. Forcing herself not to dodge it, she caught it with upraised arms and was out of the game.

Three weeks into her undercover job, she was escorted by Bobby to the Jokerz secret hiding place, an abandoned house, and handed a costume. Putting it on, she affected giddiness, and was surrounded by the group of Jokerz, also in costume.

Nelson stepped forwards, and said, "This is your trial run. If you do well on this night, you will be inducted into the Jokerz."

"If not?" Chandre asked.

Nelson smiled. "You don't want to know what will happen."

Chandre gave a hesitant grin and followed them down to the garage, where an array of motorcycles sat. The Jokerz carefully hooked trailers up onto the backs of the motorcycles, and got on, revving the bikes up. Carefully she got on behind Bobby and wrapped her hands about his waist.

They sped downtown, the night air rushing past her. Knowing that Shi could trace her path through her comlink, which was also a tracking device, she held onto Bobby, shivering slightly as the night air buffeted her skin.

The docks rose up after a while and she inhaled the salt-air, wondering which ship the drugs had been stored away on. On the far side of the docks she saw a boat, smallish compared to the other huge ships docked, but big enough to travel over the seas easily.

Several men dressed in black were unloading boxes from the boat, passing them down to the next man in line and stacking them in a pile in front of the ship. The Jokerz sped right over to the boat, parking with squealing tires.

Bobby cut the engine to his bike and got off, Chandre following. Nelson walked over to the captain of the boat, and they talked for several moments. Chandre noted a small sum of money being passed, and wondered just what it was for. Turning to Bobby, she asked quietly, "What're we doing?"

"You wanted adventure, right?" he asked with a grin. Chandre nodded. "This is the adventure." She followed him over to the stack of boxes and watched as he lifted one up with a grunt. The kid wasn't as strong as he made out to be.

The boxes were soon loaded up onto the trailers, and Nelson finished talking to the captain. Looking around cautiously, he mounted his bike and motioned for them to ride out. Chandre hopped on behind Bobby, and they sped back to their hideout. Chandre was impressed that no one looked the other way at them, and that neither Batman nor the police were coming after them, for she knew that Terry was wandering around this area. Perhaps Bruce had warned him off the direction of the docks.