At Clock Tower Barbara tried to contact Helena unsuccessfully.

Dinah looked down the tunnel as the men moved down the sewers towards other areas that branched off from the main tunnel. They moved in different tunnels waiting for the tracking device to activate.

Follow them all was impossible so she choose one. It was the only way to find and help the

Just as she was about to get closer to him, she heard the device emit a loud beeping sound. Afraid that he'd see her, she ducked behind a wall to stay out of sight.

The man kept a watchful eye on the device as he headed down the tunnel and to the corner. The device was beeping faster, indicating that he'd found the prey, but when he looked across it there were two people: both dressed in black, side-by-side, and wearing hoods to conceal their faces.

"Which one?" he muttered under his breath as his eyes shifted back and forth from one person to the other.

He watched as the two split up, each going their separate ways. One of them began running down the sewer and after a few moments it was clear who the prey was.

Quickly reaching for his gun, he removed the safety and fired.

The sound of gunfire from one of the other participants echoed through the walls of the old sewers. He too had been watching the prey from afar.

Dinah got to her feet and watched two men running by another tunnel in an attempt to catch their target. More gunshots sounded.

Following them, Dinah took some shortcuts and managed to get ahead of the men.

:Dinah?:: Barbara's voice came booming through her ear.

"I'm here."

::You okay?::

"I haven't been able to get close enough to see who they're hunting. It's like a giant maze down here! I can't follow all of them at once."

::Let me pull up the map. Okay, you're walking toward a small square.::

I can see it. They are there now," Dinah whispered. "I'm gonna try and get closer. Dinah ran off towards the area the men were in.

There were now three men at various spots in the square, each one hell-bent on finding their prey and ultimately winning the game.

Dinah kept silent and hidden behind two barrels as she watched two of the men begin to argue.

It's hurt, One of them said as he kneeled on the floor, his fingers touching blood spots on the ground.

Good, I think nailed it in leg, the other one said.

Angry, the other man stood up and got into the other man's face. "I'm winning this game so don't even think about taking my money."

"Screw you, you probably haven't even hit your mark so I wouldn't go bragging about anything just yet. Besides, I heard that you're not very good at hitting any mark. Just ask your wife."

Dinah watched as the man lunged out towards the other man, grabbing his gun away from him and shooting him square in the chest. He'd dug the gun into the man's body in order to muffle the sound.

The man's body flopped to the ground in a lifeless heap as the other man cleaned his fingerprints off the gun and tossed it onto the ground. "I'm not wasting my bullets on you, you worthless piece of shit." He spat on the dead man's body before walking away, leaving the man to bleed out all over the tunnel's floor.

Dinah thought one down, two to go. When the man was gone, Dinah moved from her hiding place and looked the spots of blood all over the ground.

Oracle, their prey is hurt, she said into her comm. I need move faster. She walked deeper into the tunnel but lost sight of the man due to the distraction of the killing and examining the spots.

"Shit," she swore to herself. I lost him.

Dinah tried unsuccessfully to find him, but after a few minutes she could hear gunshots. With the echo from the tunnel, it was hard to figure out which direction it was coming from.

She ran off towards where she thought the shots may have come from but didn't see any sign of the men. She did, however find more blood, and lots of it.

After a while, Dinah checked her watch and sighed with frustration as it had been nearly one hour since she began following the men. Finally, she found them.

Hiding near a dark wall, she watched as the men assembled in a small area of one of the tunnels. They wasted no time getting down to business.

"Gentlemen. I see that there are now only two of you. Perhaps our prey was a bit too much for Mr. McDonaugh to handle. Oh well, no worries."

"So where's our play thing?" one of the players asked.

"Ah, we'll get to that right now. One of my men is bringing it here now. He found it lying on the ground near one of the water tanks.

we failed

No, it's still alive, but I don't know yet who hit the target and how many times. I just know is hurt. But first, I need you to give back your weapons."

The men handed over the weapons and the man inspected the clips. "Hmm, each of you used up all of your bullets I see."

The organizer's right-hand-man, Joey, entered the area dragging a body by their jacket. He got the person on their knees, holding them up by placing his big arm around their neck. He yanked off the hood and Dinah's stomach plummeted to the ground. It was Helena.

Her face was bloody on one side and she looked like she was struggling to stay conscious. Her face showed the pain she was in but with the black outfit Dinah wasn't able to tell where she was wounded.

Dinah didn't know what to do. She was too close to the men to call Barbara, they'd hear her for sure. She couldn't move from her position, they'd see her and kill her in a heartbeat. And she was afraid to storm them and risk Helena's life.

Joey shoved Helena to the ground on her back and pinned her down, smirking as she moaned in pain. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back with thick rope. The splintery material bit into her wrists causing them to bleed.

"Damn," one of the men gasped. "We hunted down a chick?"

Not your average girl next door. I trust she gave you one hell of a chase, right?"

"Definitely," one of the players answered.

"I've had my eye on her for quite some time and I knew that she was perfect prey for my game," the man said as he knelt down beside her and touched her cheek. Today I prepared a trap for herand worked. She's not as smart as she thinks she is.

Despite the pain, Helena glared at the man. "I'llkill you." Her voice was ragged, rough and reeked of pain.

Oh really? he laughed, "somehow I doubt that."

Joey ripped the material by her shoulder, exposing a gory, bloody bullet wound. With a pair of tweezers, he dug into the wound Helena gritted her teeth and tried to breathe through the pain that was coursing through her body. He pulled out a blue bullet, holding it up for the others to see. Helena did her best to stifle her whimpers of pain.

The organizer shined a flashlight on the bloody bullet. "Score one for blue."

Son of Helena made an attempt at getting up but Joey pushed her back down, slamming her head on the hard concrete. Dazed, Helena hardly felt the pain of Joey's tweezers digging into the bullet would in her thigh.

"Score another for blue." He looked Huntress and smiled Girl, you are really amazing. I'm rather sorry that this will be your first and last night to play with us. He pointed at the blood oozing from her wounds. "Looks like these guys got you good."

Dinah felt the tears welling up in her eyes as she watched the torture that Helena was going through. She felt helpless and frozen with fear, but Helena's scream of pain knocked her out of her trance.

Joey had ripped out a yellow bullet from above Helena's hip, and he definitely wasn't gentle about it's removal.

Argh!! You son-of-bitch!" she yelled before holding her breath against the pain.

Don't worry honey, we have two more yet. Joey said turning her roughly to her back. She grunted. He looked the bleeding wound near her ribcage and smiled. Next one coming up! he teased.

"That's enough!" Dinah mumbled under her breath as she focused on Joey's mind and used her powers against him.

Joey dropped the bloody tweezers and clutched his head in pain.

"Joey?" the man asked with concern.

"Make it stop!" Joey screamed.

Dinah heightened her power and tossed Joey into a nearby wall, knocking him unconscious.

"What the fuck?" one of the men gasped.

Dinah turned her attention to the ring leader of the group and played with his mind, making him think he was being choked to death. Soon, the man fell to the ground, unmoving.

The two men that had been the players in the game looked on in shock.

"What's the matter? You guys afraid?" Dinah asked sarcastically as she stepped out of the shadows.

"D---Dinah?" Helena mumbled as she noticed her friend a few feet away.

One of the men ran at Dinah, but didn't get far before he found himself being flung across the tunnel, slamming into the solid concrete wall and sliding to the ground like a ragdoll. His head split open like a cantaloupe and leaked blood onto the dark cement of the tunnel's wall.

Helena made a feeble attempt to get to her feet, but she couldn't find the strength. She was back down on the cement in a matter of seconds.

The other man stood where he was and was visibly frightened. His bottom lip trembled and his hands went up in front of him as Dinah walked closer to him.

"Don't! Don't kill me!"

"What?"

"Please! Please don't kill me!" he begged.

"You have the balls to beg me not to kill you yet you and your sick friends here had no problem with almost killing her."

"I...I..."

Dinah no! Helena shouted supporting her body on her good arm. " Helena tried to stand up again but her legs were weak and she hit the ground once again.

Dinah lashed out at the man and punched him in the face, knocking him out cold. She wanted to continue with the beating, but Helena needed her help.

"Oracle?!?" Dinah's voice was tainted with worry and Barbara could sense it.

"What's happening? What's wrong?"

Dinah ran toward her friend and cut her bounds. "It's Huntress. She's hurt really bad and needs help."

::Wh-what? How did...:: Barbara muttered, shocked ::They were hunting her??::

She was their prey. I think they trapped her and turned her mic off. She kneeled next to her friend and examined her wounds. "She's been shot."

::How many?::

Dinah felt her heart jump out of her chest as she felt all around her friend's body. One in her right shoulder, two in her thigh, one near her hip and another in her side. She's bleeding all over the place!

::Any of them go all the way through?::

Dinah made a second sweep of Helena's body. "No."

Barbara felt her stomach flip flop. ::I'm on my way!::

Helena curled into a ball, hugging her stomach. Her breathing was labored and shallow.

Dinah moved Helena's hand away from one of the wounds slowly. Easy Helena, everything is okay. Let me see it, She whispered to her. The wound near her ribcage was bleeding the worst of them all. Placing her hand over it, she applied pressure to try and stop it.

Helena moaned in pain and Dinah did her best to comfort her. She cradled Helena's head on her lap; the brunette opened her eyes and looked at her with glassy eyes. She tried to talk but Dinah held her tightly. "Shhh, Barbara's coming." She stroked her hair and was thankful that it was somewhat dark in the tunnel so she wouldn't have to see all the blood. The brunette tried to remain conscious but her whole body was a mass of pain.

::Okay,:: Dinah heard Barbara's voice, ::I need you to get her up to street level. There's an exit about 50 yards from you, to your left. Can you get her there without moving here around too much?::

"I'll try my best." Dinah looked around and found a metal ladder leading to the street.

She leaned over Helena and moved her arms behind her back. Helena, I need to move you. Barbara is going to take us home. I'll try to not be rough.

Helena couldn't answer, she merely nodded. Her vision began to blur and she passed out.