Chapter 4:

Green Lantern had to quickly test his ability to use his ring as what he would call a multi-phasic scanner. He'd used his ring in the past to locate other Lantern personnel, in which, the ring did all the work, and it just locked onto the signal of the other rings. This was totally different; this required him to mentally manipulate the ring to find its target by sheer will alone.

He flew up to 5000 feet above Wayne Manor and pointed his ring out in front of himself, and focused on Shayera's DNA image that he previously burned into his mind. Nothing.

He pointed the ring in the direction of the mansion itself. Still nothing.

Then one word popped into his mind. The one word that helped him realize what he had gained whenever he was with Shayera, the one word that made him incomplete without her: ...clarity...

He relaxed, closed his eyes, and again focused on the projection of Shayera's DNA, but this time he pushed his will farther and concentrated.

This time his ring began to ping slightly, and then rapidly. Lantern opened his eyes, and saw that the landscape began to shimmer, then phased into several beach ball size projections just like before. The circular projections began to display the rooftops of Wayne Manor, then floor-by-floor, the inner cavern of the batcave, until the refrigeration unit appeared. The projection phased once again, and there it was: a vial of blood labeled: Hawkgirl.

John wasn't satisfied until he attempted the exercise three more times, each time incrementing to a higher altitude. He was about 50,000 feet above the earth, looking down, achieving each result with the same success. His mental prowess was improving on each attempt. He was ready.

Green Lantern could see that the sun was beginning to set as he descended back towards Wayne Manor. "It's been almost twenty four hours since she left..." he mused.

He leveled off at about 5,000 feet while he headed northwest, his arm extended towards the earth. His search had begun.

Shayera was always relaxed whenever she flew. She loved to feel the air currents as it caressed her face, her wings and her body. However, tonight was different. Tonight she was cautious, because she could feel that someone was trailing her. Someone that truly hated her, and wanted her to die for her betrayal.

She stayed low, just above the treetops, looking back briefly just to see if anyone was following. She didn't see anything. Still, her instincts told her that someone was there. It was dark now and the moon was out, which wasn't good. Whoever was following her could still see her, she speculated.

She looked back once again... There! Was that a flash of light? No... more like the moonlight glinting of something metal? Were her eyes playing tricks on her...? No...they're coming for her. Sooner or later she would have to stop, and that meant she would have to fight.

She looked ahead as she beat her wings smoothly and with solid rhythm. She caught something out of the corner of her eye. A few miles ahead to the northeast laid a bank of clouds. If there was someone following then this was the time to find out. She veered left and headed northeast towards the expanse of clouds.