A/N: GOMEN (SORRY)! I'm sorry, I really am! I was just so busy with school and my other stories I just forgot about this one! Anyway, here's the update, I hope you enjoy this. Again, I'm sorry.

Chapter Five

Blossom's POV

"Alright, newbie, get dressed and packed. We leave in two minutes." I announced loudly, dropping my heavy bag full of weapons on the table with a loud, CLANG! Scott jumped, his blue eyes going wide.

"W-what, I'm being sent to help you?! Oh, I knew-"

"Shut up, now you have less time, hurry up or I leave you." I said dryly, I don't like being late for things, especially when it's going out to the city at night. Nothing can beat that adrenaline rush I get from it. The amazement as I fly down the streets in my motorcycle, no lights, and the engine barely makes a sound. Just like flying on blackness, the streets for trouble, or in this case, checking out what my mother wanted me see near the Arch.

My outfit was a little… showy? Yeah, but, hey, I had to say I kind of enjoyed the look. I had a sleeveless diamond shaped black top with black shorts. On my elbows down I had 'sleeves' and the 'sleeves' had buttons and each button gave me a different weapon. The only weird part about the 'sleeves' was that even though they contained weapons, they were flimsy and light. Just another sign of growing technology, I guess. To finish my look I had black leg warmers that was not connected to my black flats, though, unlike my 'sleeves', my leg warmers didn't have buttons, but they were flimsy and light as well.

In an irritated voice I called, "Scott!"

He ran up to me, clicking his belt into place and pulling his mask so that it covered his face up. Smirking, I nodded. He clapped his gloved hands together and proudly stated, "I'm not Scott, Shadow, I'm Chameleon. So, where are we going?"

I walked away and over to my motorcycle and pointed to his car, "The Arch, and keep up, I don't want to leave you in the dust." I turned on my motorcycle as he hopped into his car and we drove off into the dark tunnel, we didn't need lights, we had on our night vision goggles, we would be fine. Well, goggles maybe weren't really the right word. For him, his night vision was implanted within his mask, while mine were shades with yellow glass.

Riding out of the tunnel and flying onto the street, my tires skidded as I turned sharply and headed through the alleys to the Arch, trusting that Scott was following. Even if I looked behind me, his car had already changed to the settings; I would only see the alley ways and dirty, deserted roads.

Weaving through traffic at high speeds to get to my destination, I happily went unnoticed, well, except for the harsh breeze the divers got when I flew by them. My heart was pumping, blood was rushing around my body, and my mind was in bliss. Sooner than I wanted, we appeared in front of the Arch.

Hiding my bike in an alley nearby, I watched as Chameleon seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Ready?" I asked, pressing a button on my right sleeve, making a gun slide down my arm and into my palm, it was a smooth silver gun that was cool against my palm.

"Ready." He informed, getting out a weapon of his own. It was a simple blade with a dark handle. I nodded in approval of his simple object, it would come in handy for a silent kill, unlike my gun with would cause a lot of noise.

We both looked at the high arch sitting near the Mississippi river. Taking in a deep breath and letting the adrenaline fuel my spunk, I nodded. "Let's go."

Rorschach's POV

I picked up what looked to be a gun, it was light weight and smooth, the opposite of my grappling hook. The cool metal shined bright in the brightly lit room, crawling with newbies. It seemed that the Watchmen were now more of a community gathering than a group of heroes. Letting the gun clank back onto the table filled with a variety of more weapons of all different shapes and sizes, I turned my masked head to look at Daniel.

I looked at Daniel as stood, towering, over a small girl with dark brown hair and a forgettable face. He seemed to take my advice that I had given him and was way more in shape, his blubbery fat now gone and replaced by muscle, making him look like an older version of my Watchmen partner. A small smirk forced its way on my face when I saw the girl fall over when Daniel clapped her on the back.

"Ah, sorry, I guess I don't know my own strength." Daniel apologized lamely.

The girl blinked up at him, looking stunned more than hurt. "It's okay, just remind me not to spare against you."

Daniel shook his head and helped her up. "If you are in this group, you will go through many dangers. Being afraid of something will get you killed, besides, your speed would make it impossible for me to hit you. Though I'm strong, muscle weighs you down, unless you can balance that and speed." Daniel ranted, patting the girl's shoulder as he did so, making her flinch every time.

"Yes Sir!" She exclaimed with high amounts of energy, giving him a lone nod and then running off to the training area. I watched her run to a cubby and pull out a bag, then run into the bathroom.

"What that about?" I asked, crossing my arms and looking around, cautious of the people around me. Daniel looked at me and gave me his famous toothy grin, not yet seeing my discomfort.

"Oh, Sara, well she is new to this. She just needs some help on her motivation. She is a natural at fighting, but she just doesn't seem to want to hurt anybody." I looked at him and then nodded.

"Pacifist," I muttered, had the situation become so major that Daniel was recruiting pacifists into his group? This was shameful to the Watchmen, who only had a pacifist only for that person to betray the world.

Anger coursed through me and my hands clenched. Where was that scheming bastard anyway? Hopefully dead, in Hell where he belonged. Daniel laid his large hand on my small shoulder. "Hey now, calm down. What is wrong?" Daniel asked, with his regular concern.

I glanced at him and let him rest his hand on my shoulder, seeing as he was a kind of comfort that didn't come very easily anymore. Looking around the room I hoped he would get the hint, I wasn't in the mood for talking. After a moment he led me into a room filled with maps, papers, computers screens, and other devices.

Daniel leaned against a dark wooden desk that creaked, he looked at me expectantly and I internally sighed. I hated talking. "Group is too big." I said, deciding to get it over with and not make it a big deal.

Daniel nodded, looking down. "Rorschach, I know how much you dislike change and lies. So here it is." Daniel looked up at me, his eyes hard and steady as he seemed to find my eyes through my mask. "The world has gone corrupt, there is too much havoc being displayed to where maybe six or eight people roaming the city just won't do. So, I took our system, of teaming up, and I instead have sixteen teams." He kicked off of his desk to walk around the room, it seemed that pacing helped him fall into his rant and so I stepped back to lean on the wall. "In each team there is flexibility.

"What I mean by that is that not every team is permanent and not every team goes out on one day. In saying that we do have many people here, seeing as my daughter's team is out, checking the ruckus at the Arch." He stopped, turning to me. "The boy with her is new, but I let him go this time because I don't truly think anything big will happen, seeing as the Arch is a very public place and the government keeps that place protected, so it was most likely just a riot."

I didn't see what he was getting at, seeing as he was now focused on his daughter. "Daniel, teaming process, not kid," I said gruffly leaning against the wall.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to get off topic." He apologized, going back into his pace that he had stopped to listen to me. "Anyway, teaming process depends on knowledge, experience, and intelligence, though we don't take in just anyone who is blood thirsty unless they show potential." The look he gave me made me believe he was talking about the Comedian, the blood thirsty man who was in the Watchmen to fight. "So, knowing there are sixteen teams, we have 32 people here who work on patrol, six of which usually are only scouters who work on the computers to track and give aid to those who run into trouble or just need backup.

"Two of the remaining 26 are trainers who help some of the other 24 people get faster, stronger, and better with strategies when in stressful situations." Finally done, he turned to me again, stopping is irritating pacing. "Now, what do you think?"

Thinking about it, I nodded, there was no point to try and be nice about it. "Many flaws, many people, very costly. How," I asked, slightly curious on how he could afford it, I'm sure that by now his father's money would have run out by now.

"This isn't the only thing I do, Rorschach." Daniel laughed. "I also own a shop that sells some of the rare gizmos that I enjoy making. Trust me; people pay a lot of money for something that can take them off of the wars raging on the streets."

"Hm," I grunted, kicking off the door. "Want to see city, show me." With that, I walked out of the room, heading to the spot I had come in to enter the Owl, Daniel following behind me, smirking slightly.

"So, you're going to help us?" Daniel asked, catching up with me.

I hesitated, than nodded. I saw the content in Daniel's face, I felt the need to make him more serious, yet I didn't know how. Still, the refreshing way on how Daniel didn't change much in personality made me feel as if the whole battle had just been a dream, rather than reality.

"So, who's leader of crime?" I asked, pulling my gloves tighter around my hands.

Daniel sighed as he opened the door to the hallway, and we started our trek to the front door. "That's the problem, Rorschach; we still don't know who leads the crime. It's something we know your good at, so that's what I'm going to ask you to look into, is that okay?"

I clenched and unclenched my fist, a smirk appearing on my face. "Fine."

A/N: Even though I probably don't deserve it, please review. The more review's the better looking this story is! So, yeah, again sorry for the long wait on this chapter. I stayed up till 12:30 to write this and make it perfect for my few readers who read this.

Now since it's been so long, I'm going to give TWO yes, two, Questions of the Chapter.

1) Do you know what Night's Plutonian Shore? Can you use it in a sentence?

2) If you had parents or siblings in the army or something like that, would you feel safer that most, knowing that your family is protecting you, or would you feel more frightened than if the guy down the street was in the army and fighting for you?

Don't forget to comment, and please, give me your answers, 'cause I wanna know. Night. *Yawn* I'm so tired...