Reese paced around in his office nervously. He was the only officer around in the offices. He looked the ring that Huntress had given to him a few months ago. He had touched it waiting for a call from Oracle unsucesfully, maybe she was trying to rescue her. He felt angry and annoyed; how could Morton shoot her? Damn it!. His mobile rang. He speedily took it out of his pocket and answered it. "Yeah. Reese." ::Detective Reese, this is Oracle.:: "Oracle? I'm glad to hear you."

::Sorry If I didn't call you but I was a bit busy.::

"How is she?" ::Stable but in intensive care. The director of the hospital is a friend of mine, she says she will be okay. I'm trying to figure out how to help her. What happened there Reese? The doctor told me she was shot by a sniper in the back. The hospital is full of policemen, what is happening?::

"We were talking about nothing, suddenly she fell against me. It was a shot from no where. I was trying to find out what had happened when at that moment I saw in front of me an ex-partner that I thought was dead. Remember Morton?" ::Who?:: "The case of the meta-humans that were killed months ago. Huntress told me he died when he fell off a building after he tried to kill her. Claude Morton." ::Morton? Your ex-partner?:: Oracle asked stunned ::How did he survive?::

"I have no idea. But he is obsessed with her."

Leslie checked the IV, the fluid was flowing correctly. The damage in her lung had been pretty bad and the bullet had broken a rib in her thorax. Her blue eyes fixed on Helena, she had ordered a breather over her nose to help her fill her lungs easily with oxygen; she looked her chest, it was moving up and down in a normal way, the breather was working well. The color had come back to her cheeks.

She took her hand between hers pressing it lightly. She wanted let her know that she was there, that she loved her; that she was not alone. Her little child had grown up so much; she had turned into a beautiful, strong and violent woman. It was almost impossible to try to find the warm and mischievous child that she had met many years ago. Selina had told her in the beginning who her father was. She knew since the beginning the story, before everyone else and had promised keep it secret. She admired him, and when Helena was a child she saw so much of his energy and attitudes in her, stubbornness, determination, character; she was, in those years, a smaller version of him. She smiled and wiped the sweat off the unconscious young woman's face with her handkerchief. She had been a real headache, a lovely headache. Leslie leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "You will be okay, don't worry." She looked her watch walked towards her office to take a bath and rest a few hours.

Oracle listened carefully to detective Reese playing with his fingers on the table. Morton's return meant nothing good. How could he have survived? Police had declared him dead. Morton had murdered and would do it again easily.

"Why does he want her?" ::I don't know, he said he was working on a government project to find a way to stop the reproduction of meta-humans.:: "What?" Oracle almost yelled at the mic. "The man is crazy." Alfred mumbled. Dinah stopped working on the next computer to listen. :: My contacts are working on trying to find out what it's all about. I checked my system and couldn't find anything. It must be because he said it's was a top Secret project."

"That worries me more Reese, I to need move her out of that hospital." ::But if is a fede…:: Reese sighed.

"Detective, he can kill her, you know that." The red head explained with a harsh voice "Your sense of following rules can sometimes be annoying." ::Why don't you just let people know who you are?:: Alfred noticed the red head's face was red with anger. "You know the government Reese, they never accept things they can't understand. If they know that she is different they'll turn her into a guinea pig. I don't want that for her." ::I'm sorry Oracle, I didn't want…:: Reese excused himself :: I never would let something happened to her. She helped me so much. Trust in me Oracle.::

"I'm not going let any one touch her, and doesn't matter how many people I need to push aside, including you Reese."

There was silence on the other line. "I'll do some research about what this 'Top Secret' mission is about." Oracle added, "Thank-you detective. I'll call you if I know more." She cut the line. Alfred raised his brow surprised. It was not often he saw the red head pissed off.

"I understand Helena when she says he is too right." Oracle mumbled. "He is young madam. He will learn."

"Things have gone worse Alfred. With Morton behind all of this we need to move faster." Oracle looked at him with concern. "That man can kill her all too easily now; she is not in any condition to defend herself." "Dr. Tompkins would be better to prevent it." "Yea, right." She took the phone and dialed again.

The ringing phone woke up the old doctor who was deeply asleep on her couch. She looked dizzly around for her cell. She had maybe slept just a few hours, she looked at her watch, it was midday. "Tompkins." ::Leslie, this is Barbara:: "Oh Barbara, hi.." she rubbed her eyes. The door to Leslie's office opened suddenly. A brunette haired nurse appeared. "The police is the patient of room 235 out." She reported.

"What?" Leslie stood up immediately. That was Helena.

"You told me I advise you if something abnormal happened, we tried to stop them but they refused." "You did okay." She took her medical robe and walked briskly out of her office. "Barbara, I'll call you in a few minutes, I have an emergency now."

::Leslie, wait…:: Before the red head could finish, Leslie hung the phone up. She gave it to the nurse. Several officers pushed Huntress' unconscious form on a stretcher out the elevator over the main floor, one pushed the oxygen tank and other the IV bag. Morton walked in front of them. He needed move faster and get her out of the hospital as fast as possible. When they neared the exit, Leslie appeared.

"Now what the hell is happening here?" she growled.

"They have taken the patient out of the intensive care with out permission Dr. Tompkins." One of the doctors explained.

"Dr. Tompkins? Director of this hospital?" Morton said.

"Yes?" Tompkins said. "I'm Detective Claude Morton. I'm the official in charge here," Morton said showing Leslie his credentials. "I need to take this girl immediately to Arkham. She is a dangerous criminal. We have been haunting her for many months. At this moment she has a good opportunity to escape." "Detective Morton." The old woman crossed her arms "We fought for four hours trying to save her life. She needs rest; we need to keep her under observation at least 24 hours."

"Sorry, we want to avoid her from escaping." Morton explained cradling his head in his head. Being near the young meta-human was annoying him. "We need to take her out of here now."

"Are you crazy? Do you want kill her? What kind of cop are you?" "Maybe you don't understand Doctor:" He rubbed his back head. "This is a federal case, and top secret." "She needs at least three days to recover! You can't roll her off to prison a few hours after the surgery! She needs to rest at least 72 hours, Do you want kill her?" "Dr. We need take her out of here it's a matter of national security." "And is this a hospital," Leslie at glared him "And she is a girl that is half-dead thanks of you."

"She attacked our men. We were just defending ourselves."

"Explain to me why she was shot by a sniper?"

Morton froze. "Excuse me?" "The wound in her back was caused by sniper rifle. A cowardly attack! Is this not correct? She was not attacking anyone, someone shot her in the back. The bullet was from a sniper" She took out a plastic bag with the bullet in it. "And you used the sniper against her because it was an ambush." "This woman is very dangerous and mortal. You don't know her."

"Can't you see that she is in a critical condition? We need to keep an eye on her wounds, clean it and gave her medication. This is the best place for her now." Morton took Leslie's arm and walked her away far from of the guards and doctors. Huntress couldn't follow the conversation, she was still very drugged and lost the battle to remain conscious. "Doctor, maybe you don't know but, she is not human. She is a creature." Leslie didn't know if she wanted to kick or hit the man. "We are the Secret Service." Morton explained "Only three people know about this. All of them are dangerous and we need to stop them. She looks like a human but is not, she is a freak." That pissed Leslie off. She hated people calling Helena in such disrespective way. "Freak? She is human 'detective' watch your mouth."

"Doctor, we're not talking about people. We're dealing with something very dangerous here, don't make the mistake of thinking those creatures are anything like us. Crazy things happen at nights in this city. They are the cause. They call themselves metahumans, but the real word for what they are is dangerous."

"Detective, that is a young girl with bones, lungs, heart and blood. Don't tell me she is just a creature. "

Morton felt frustrated, she didn't understand. "They look just like regular people. They're everywhere. It's a secret subculture right underneath our noses. Their kind is drawn to crime, they think they're above the law. The metahumans had families, built lives here, they're here still. Some even married humans. You don't even wanna know how screwed up those kids are."

Leslie couldn't avoid showing her frustration. "You are committing a big mistake. Arkham has good doctors but no specialists. She needs care. I don't think you would like her death on your hands. I'm the director of this hospital and she is my responsibility until she recovers."

"I'm sorry, this is my work. I need take her to Arkham now." He looked the girl, maybe the doctor was right and she couldn't survive with out adequate attention. "Why don't you come with us?"

Leslie accepted immediately, she couldn't leave Helena alone in those crazy men's hands. "Bring my medical bag," She ordered to one of the nurses immediately. She looked at the unconscious girl and she noticed a handcuff chaining her left wrist to the stretcher.

"Is that necessary?" she asked Morton, "She can't move."

"Doctor, when I show you who she is, you will understand, trust in me."

"All right." She nodded, she didn't have much options.

Dinah walked inside the Clocktower. The blonde had just woken up after a hard and stressful night. "What happened?"

"We have problems. Remember Claude Morton? The Reese's ex-partner?"

"Yea, he wanteded to kill meta's."

"He's the one that caught Helena."

"She was talking with him!"

"Yes," the red head dialed Leslie's mobile number again "I need to warn Leslie." A strange voice answered it. "It's an emergency." Oracle insisted. After a few seconds she heard the response and didn't like it, "What? Where did she go?"

Alfred and Dinah watched her, paying attention.

"But why? How? She can't be move!! Damn it!!!" Barbara couldn't hide her anger and broke the pencil that she had in her left hand. "Do you have the number of the ambulance?"

Dinah stood up and waited patiently until Barbara finished the phone conversation. The red head wrote some numbers on a paper and looked at her concerned. "He has taken her." She mumbled.

"What?"

"A few minutes ago; the "police" moved Helena out of the hospital, the man identified himself as Claude Morton. Leslie spoke with him, she didn't' want them to move her out and she went with them. Leslie gave the nurse her mobile and she exited so fast that she didn't claim it back again." Oracle tried to break the codes of the Secret Services agency's security block, to find a clue about what mission Morton was heading. Her fingers moved at an incredible speed over the keyboard.

The Delphi alert alarm turned on.

"Reese," Oracle said lifting the phone and dialing his number. "maybe he has something."

::Oracle, something is wrong.::

"What happened detective?"

::My friend that works at Secret Service says he doesn't know anything about a Top Secret mission headed by Morton. He did some research with other agencies and Claude Morton doesn't work for any Federal department.::

"What?"

::He was lying. The whole operation last night was a trick. I'm hading towards the hospital now.::

"Too late, Morton has moved Huntress out of the hospital. The doctor in charge told me it was a few minutes ago. An orange ambulance, number 3455."

::When? Where?::

"A few minutes ago, I'm trying to find them."

::I'll try to locate them using my system.::

"Right."