So I was thinking to myself, Taydred really doesn't give a shit about current events because they're boring and not instantly gratifying, so is very likely not to instigate anything that would not be entertaining. So what if she was just hanging out with Lisa one day when Coil seriously jumps the gun and is incapable of dropping a timeline because she accidentally got weaved into the situation meaning there was no chance of dropping it?

Heh.

Dinah is capable of seeing her own future around Tay, she just can't see Tay herself just like Lisa and Calvert, she's just clever and desperate enough to play with that little caveat.

Enjoy the insomnia chapter folks!

Dinah ran for the window and muttered, "Chances of acquiring debilitating injuries if I were to jump through the window before me at current velocity?"

A moments pause, then , '12.3%.'

Acceptable.

Grabbing a lamp as she sprinted down the hall Dinah threw it before her and it smashed the glass out of the frame as she gave the still airborne light fixture a look and she asked herself a quick question, "Chance that grabbing on still plugged in lamp will help break my fall?"

'72.42%', huh, nifty, thanks mister lamp.

Grabbing onto the still airborne lamp as she jumped out of the window, its shoddy old cord held on to the wall outlet thanks to a decade of corrosion which allowed her to swing from it a brief moment to gently land on the alleyway floor just long enough for her to roll away from the broken glass and for her back to painfully slam into the opposite wall.

Despite the pain she couldn't help but reflect on the fact that her power seriously made Jason Bourne level decision making rather automatic, and if she were more free to expound on the matter at the moment she would be fangirling about how awesome it was.

"There she is!"

Yet she really did not have that kind of freedom at the moment considering she was being chased down by no less than a half dozen heavily armed mercenaries who meant to capture her and carry her away for some oblique nefarious ploy.

Bother, she really had read far too many Penny Dreadfuls hadn't she?

"Chance that I'm captured in the next thirty seconds going down the left side of the alley?"

'90.21%.'

Well...shoot.

"Chance that I'm captured going down the right side of the alley in the next thirty seconds?"

'20.54%.'

Welp, decision made, she turned to her right and began sprinting and then let out a startled squeak as suppressed coughs of air behind her sent forth darts that embedded into the wall beside her head.

Oh dear.

"Chance of avoiding capture on my own?"

'2.3%'

Double shoot.

Wiping blood and sweat from her brow as she dislodged shards of glass she muttered, "Chance of finding someone who will protect me and keep me safe if I turn right?"

'0.05%'

Dinah whimpered, but she kept running regardless, "Chances if I turn left I will find someone who will protect me and keep me safe?"

There was a pause to her power, then '100%'

She very, very nearly faltered and tripped at that, she had NEVER had a definitive answer like that before, but...now that she did...she was grinning widely and quickly sprinted around the corner and dumped every iota of cardio she had developed in PE class into her dash as she approached the sun lit street outside of the alley and came to an abrupt stop before a pair of young women. One of them was blonde and curvy, with a spatter of freckles across her nose and brilliant green eyes that widened in shock as she took Dinah's visage in. The other was tall and thin, long black curly hair, nearly luminous aquamarine eyes, and a look of concern crossing her face as she reached down and caught Dinah mid stumble.

Running a hand down her back the ravenette took a knee and met Dinah's gaze in concern as she whispered out, "Kid, shit are you all right what happened to you?"

Dinah was near hyperventilating as she gasped out, "Men. Broke into house. Trying to catch me. Shooting at me. They shot my mom!"

The blonde let out a choking noise of horror as she eyed her friend, the taller girl was silent for a moment before speaking up in a strained tone, "Kid...what's your name?"

Still gasping for breath she managed to spit out, "Dinah...Dinah Alcott."

The older girl smiled down at her and closed her eyes slightly while tilting her head to the side, "Nice to meet you, I'm Mordred, and I'm about to show some very foolish men what happens when they chase down a preteen girl with the intent to harm her in my city."

Stepping past her Mordred stood in the alleyways mouth as the soldiers chasing Dinah finally caught up, they froze a moment upon seeing the tall teen standing before them when one of them shouted out, "Get out of the way woman we aren't here for you we just want the girl!"

Dinah whimpered at that as she buried herself into the now terrified looking blondes side as Miss Mordred began chuckling while she shook her head slowly.

"Yeah, ya see that isn't happening, I'm a docks girl, I grew up with roughnecks and the like and I happen to know that a good Samaritan does not in fact let grown men dressed like mall ninjas carrying automatic weapons make off into the night, well, afternoon, with terrified little girls. So let me make this perfectly clear, fuck off, now, or I will slit you all from mouth to anus and wear you like fucking coats."

Dinah's eyes widened at that as she muttered, "97.34% she follows through with said threat," the blonde woman gulped loudly as her friend stared down the mercs.

Eventually the leader yelled out, "Fuck it, drop her!" They raised their rifles as the tall ravenette let out a sigh and was then enveloped in a spray of emerald lights just as the men opened fire on her. A moment later a figure clad in crimson trimmed silver armour covered in arcs of red electricity stepped forward from where the girl had been standing while lightly twirling a greatsword between her fingers.

Chuckling she tilted her head to the side while drawling out, "Ya know I'm aware it goes without saying, but ya'all done goofed."

With that she charged forward and decapitated a man while snatching his rifle from his now dead hands and jammed it down his partners throat before pulling the trigger, quickly followed with throwing his devastated body into the group of his remaining comrades.

Raising her hand Mordred shook several grenade pins hanging between her fingers while drawling out, "Whoopsie~"

The tangled knot of mercenaries then proceeded to explode, Mordred for her part let out a laugh as she turned around paying the devastated pile of smoldering flesh no mind as she dropped the spent pins to the ground and approached Dinah.

Mordred's armor and sword faded away in a fog of green motes as she stopped before her smiling lightly, "Welp, that was a thing, sooooo...ice cream?"