A/N: Due to the fact that I've gotten threatened (for the first time in a review!) for the 'lack of attention' I give this Fanfiction and the mis-use of the name of the awesome producer …er, writer… Mr. Eric Kripke, I've decided to change the name to Eric Buscema. I hope no one minds the change. I'll be referring to him by Eric the majority of the time, anyway.

Hope you enjoy!

btw, new story! Nefarious Obscurity Feauturing our fav. couple: Robin and Raven! but with a weird/cool new twist! (I was forced to mention it) ...I'll be quiet now.

Previous Chapter:

"Thank you," the woman spoke for the first time, a foreign accent underlining her cool tone. Maybe it was oriental? Seeing as her eyes had a slight difference she quite couldn't place. The man tugged at his 'wife's' waist and he shot a friendly 'good evening to you too' back at the auburn woman before both made their way to the elevators. It could have been the trick of the lights but she swore she elbowed him in the ribs. Why were all the good looking men always taken up first?

Chapter Six:

As soon as the elevator doors closed behind them -thankfully the elevator was empty- she slapped the backside of his neck. He couldn't help but glare down at her.

"What the hell was that for?" he asked, good humor gone. Her face was flushed and her lips scowled in an angered pout.

"A marital bed?! Are you out of your mind?!" He looked away, having placed on his sunglasses when she had not noticed.

"It's no big deal, Raven," he tried to calm her down, especially now that the elevator was beginning to slightly tremble.

"Not a big deal?" her voice raised in tone. He inwardly winced.

Here they went again.

"I wasn't the one who made the bedroom arrangements, Raven," he tried to point out. He cast his eyes to their reflection on the inside doors of the elevator. The annoying and stereotypical elevator music sang above their heads. Raven made a foreign sound from her suddenly closed lips and sharply turned from him.

"When we meet up with Gordon, I'm going to have a talk with him."

"Raven, the whole purpose of this is to make it seem we're getting married." This hadn't bothered her in the car.

But obviously it was the wrong thing to say.

The elevator lights shuttered off and the elevator stopped in mid floor. The emergency lights glowed bright red, encasing them in crimson light. He heard her groan in frustration besides him as she separated from his side and leaned against the opposite corner, facing away from him. He could still see her reflection on the mirror she faced. The way she twirled the mauve strands framing her face told him she wished she had her cloak and cowl with her right now, to hide from him. He heard her agitated breathing pattern and allowed himself to cool down as well. He had to remember she was an empath, able to feed off of the energy and feelings around another person and feel them as her own.

"...I know," she said after a while, catching his attention. The lights turned bright white again, making them flinch at the sudden brightness and jolt when the elevator moved upwards again. Though, she didn't move from her spot. And he, for the life of him, could not get to answer the suddenly nagging question that appeared in his mind:

Why was this situation bother Raven so much?

The doors 'dinged' at their arrival, making the doors open. Robin heard a woman laugh down the hall and saw Raven's shoulders slump down in fatigue. She'd have to keep up the charade of being his fiancée up till they reached the room. Wordlessly, he wove her arm into the crook of his own arm, and nudged her out into the hall. They could see them now, the owners of the laugh. It was a man who was way older than his date, so much that he could practically be her father and a scantily dressed woman who talked into his ear, rubbing his chest affectionately.

"Oh Dave, you tease!" the woman cooed. Raven winced at her tone. Her affections were so false. Could the man really believe what she was saying?

"Oh Loraine." Okay. Apparently so.

"Come on," Robin suddenly whispered into her ear, surprising her at his closeness. She allowed him to lead her abruptly to the right, right before nearing the couple, and move towards the end of the hall, towards a luxuriously decorated door. They paused for a whole second before Robin's large hand gripped the card key and opened the door. The room's décor was like it had come right out of a magazine. The color scheme of reds and golds made the room appear warm, cozy, comforting….and romantic.

"Give me a second," Raven suddenly murmured, taking her bag from his hand and walked briskly to the room's personal bathroom. She shut the door behind her, leaving him in the expensive looking room alone. He sighed, irritated, and threw his bag to the side of the bed nearest him. Kicking the door closed he walked to the north wall of the room, all made of glass, facing to the city.

"You're never going to leave me alone, are you?" he murmured darkly.

flashback

"Mom?" he called out. They were about to perform in a couple of minutes. Why wasn't she here yet? Avoiding the clown on his elevated shoes and the flamed breath of the 'Human Torch', he made his way towards the back of the circus, attracting no attention to himself. He nearly collided with the announcer of the bearded lady, earning a disapproving look from the man, and continued on his way, picking up in pace. "Man, dad must be mad right now. We're about to come up!"

"What are you doing here!?" he heard his mother yell. He stopped, almost loosing his balance.

"Mom?" he called out. He was near their tent.

"I told you to leave us alone," she yelled again. He swallowed. He had never heard his mother so mad before.

"It's not them I'm after. It's you." He froze. He didn't recognize that voice. And he sure as heck didn't like the way he talked to his mom.

end flashback

"Talking to yourself again?" Raven's voice broke him from his thoughts. He blinked twice, then slowly turned to face her. She was 'in costume' again. The foreign face wore a raise brow, an anxious look in her amethyst eyes but no other sign that she was feeling uncomfortable.

Maybe…just maybe he'd been prejudiced and had chosen his partner more by preference than idealization of the mission. But somehow, he couldn't get himself to admit that.

"No," he replied, allowing himself a dry chuckle as he turned to her fully.

"Sure you weren't," she countered and placed her bag opposite of his. She stopped near the bed, stared a moment too long for a mere glance and faced him again. "Robin?"

"Right, Gordon's letter," he pulled out the envelope in the stationary of the motel and sat himself in a chair from the dining table in their room.

The envelope read "To: Mr. and Ms. Ben Kreftan". He pulled out the printed and forwarded note and read.

Son:

Some complications prevented us

From joining you guys at the hotel.

Your mother's upset but

We'll try to make contact with you soon.

Don't go on and worry about us.

You two go on ahead as planned.

We don't want to ruin the mood.

Till I fix this darn phone,

Dad

"Had I not known this was from Gordon, I would have thought that this was just a sappy letter from a dad to his about-to-get-married son and future daughter-in-law," Raven murmured sardonically, her head over his shoulder. He side glanced at her then folded up the note again.

"I think they tried to communicate with us before we got into the city. He wired this note to the hotel and they gave it to us," Robin concluded.

"But they couldn't get through because of our fried communicators," Raven added, brushing a single strand off of her face to tuck behind her ear. Robin 'hmm-ed' and rose from the chair. He slapped the envelope on his palm, already thinking. "Do you want to try to send them a note, through the same system they did?"

"No. I dunno if they still are where the note originated from. From the same computer, I mean. Listen," he met her gaze. He still had not removed his glasses. "We need to asses the perimeter and try to hear out as much as we can about the social circles Eric hangs around."

"Well," Raven started, "I can try to phase into the control-"

"No," he gently cut her off, "You're powers are strained as much as they are. I don't want you to cause harm."

"I'm fine," she growled and sat on the mattress, too frustrated with his concern for her that she forgot her current seat was the original cause of her outburst in the elevator. "Besides, I'd cover more ground quickly that way."

"I know. But we're staying in this hotel for a while, and I don't want anyone to get suspicious over anything."

"Fine," she sighed in defeat, leaning back on her hands. A knock to their door interrupted.

"Coming!" Robin called out, his accent and cheerfulness back. He threw the envelope in Raven's direction, which she caught, and opened the door.

"Sir? Sorry for disturbing-"

"Disturbing? No, not at all. Can I help you with anything?"

"Here are the keys to your vehicle," the valet man handed him said keys. Robin took them. Both stared blankly at each other. "Ehem," the valet man cleared his throat, his extended hand flexing its fingers the slightest. From Raven's angle, she could see Robin's jaw tense.

"Oh, right. So rude of me," Robin apologized, not meaning any of it. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a random bill, placed it in the man's hand and stepped back, closing the door. He heard the muffled discouraged grunt of the valet man for receiving such a small bill.

"Sheesh, Robin. I didn't know you were so cheap."

"He didn't really deserve a tip," Robin shrugged, heading for his bag. He pulled it on top of the mattress and began to unpack. Raven regarded his silent routine for a second before she too stood and mimicked his movement. Robin's attention was drawn to the large package like cover for a piece of clothing Raven had hazardously squeezed into her bag. "What's that?" he asked as Raven studied the piece as if she could see right through it. She blinked and glanced at him.

"Nothing," she mumbled, and walked anxiously to the closet where their clothing would momentarily be placed.

"Don't think you'll go on without me pestering you for long, Richard," Eric murmured darkly, smiling at view of the city. He heard the door behind him open as a large body guard of a man stepped inside.

"He wants to see you," the bodyguard stated. It wasn't a question or a suggestion. It never was. Eric growled. He literally had his life in his hands.

"And if I refuse?" he questioned. The bodyguard like man growled an inhuman growl, making his eyes grow pupil-less and glow red, with an eerie inner glow. Eric sighed in anger, fisting his business jacket. Well, couldn't blame a guy for trying. "Fine. Whatever. Let's go."

Raven froze in mid movement. Robin stopped in mid sentence. He felt her fear embed into himself as he were feeling it too. But fear of what?

"Raven?"

"I…it's nothing," she called over her shoulder as she moved to the closet again. Raven sighed as she rested her forehead against the plastic pillar inside the spacious closet. What was that? She had felt a faint surge of power not too far away. A…demonic power.

"It's nothing, huh?" She spun around and almost collided with Robin's chest. He peered down at her, still maintaining his glasses on. A sort of comfort, perhaps, while he could not wear his mask? "Raven-"

"I felt a power surge," she wet her lips, slightly annoyed. "A power surge…demonic power…" she glanced up at him, swallowing her annoyance. Robin was still higher ranked. She was only second-in-command. She still had orders to follow. No matter what this mission was costing her.

'It it kills you that you follow rules a bit too well, doesn't it?' Her eyes shifted at the voice in her head. She would have to do something about them if she was going to survive the week.

"Demonic?" he questioned, tensing. "Something's in the city?"

"No, it was a flicker. Something…suppressed it," Raven's brow frowned. She shook her head and readjusted her eyes onto Robin's glasses. "Like I said, it's nothing. It could have been me. I'm not in my full alertness at the moment," she reminded, glaring.

"…Alright." She turned from him and hanged up the covered wardrobe. She could feel his gaze on her back but chose to ignore it. She turned, as if unaffected and walked back into the room.

Robin followed her out of the closet with his gaze. Cyborg's words echoed in his head. Raven was troubled by something. But it wasn't in the nature of their relationship to press into each other's secrets. But, what if it affected this mission? He recalled back to his impulsive anger at Gotham's Police Headquarters. Raven had told him the same thing. He sure as hell wasn't one to talk.

"You're just going to stand there all day?" As if on cue, the embellished window planes finally allowed sunlight into the room. It seemed their little car chase had rushed them ahead of planned and had beat the sun at arriving at Trinity. Or maybe it was the over the top large buildings blocking out the sun until it was up high in the sky.

"No," he called back out into the room, walking out of the large room.

"So what?" Raven crossed her arms under her chest, "Do we just 'mingle' in the room?" Robin smirked.

"Did you just say the word mingle?" It could have been the light, but he thought he saw her cheeks redden.

"Whatever," she snapped back, looking away. He allowed himself a chuckle, relaxing a bit, then grabbed a suit like jacket he had thrown over the chair.

"No," he said after a while, "We check the perimeter, like I mentioned, and we'll take advantage of the opportunity to place these mikes," he pulled out a hand full of small black dots out of his jacket pocket, "And find out where Eric is more likely to hang around throughout this week. That way, we'll have ears to his conversations."

"Alright," Raven agreed, pulling her shades and following Robin to the door. He paused a second to close the door, hanging the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door, and turned to Raven. Wordlessly, he placed his arm around the back of her waist. She tensed, as he expected, but he nudged silently at the cameras on the corners near the ceilings.

"Let's have a look around the place, babe," he called out, his voice a bit high above a normal two person conversation, "I hear the hotel practically has everything."

"Alright, Ben. But remember we have to call your father soon," Raven glared, pulling her lips to manage a mocking small smile. His eyes stared at her shift of character a bit too long. Hmm, he sure didn't mind it if that smile was real. He mentally shook his head and led them down the hall.

The receptionist looked up when the elevator doors dinged to alert that someone had come down to the first level of the building. Her eyes widened in slight surprise when the very handsome Mr. Kreftan and his wife -fiancée- stepped out. Ms. Kreftan held a piece of paper, at which both were currently staring at, then pointed to the direction of the outer courts of entertainment, holding the outdoor activities and such. She couldn't help but sigh wistfully at the way in which he had his arm around her. He suddenly looked up, looking directly at the receptionist. He raised his unoccupied hand and made a greeting gesture, raising his fiancée's attention. She looked to the direction he was, and offered a small smile. She then turned to her fiancée and slightly tapped his nose, mumbling something, earning quite a shocked reaction on his face. The receptionist was suddenly surprised when the woman started laughing. Funny, she didn't look like a woman who laughed a lot. Shaking her head, she looked down at her computer screen and set back to work again.

Raven sighed when she let herself into the bathroom, leaving the door open.

"Why do we have to have dinner at the dinning hall, again?" Azarath, had she really pulled off that laugh back at the first floor? She shook her head in disbelieve. What was wrong with her?

"Raven, we have to pretend to actually be in a pre-marital vacation," he reminded, in a tone which an adult would use on a child. "Besides, you don't want to spend the whole week in the room, do you?"

"How many opportunities to answer that do I get?"

"…One…?"

"Fine. No I don't." Robin stopped in mid connection of two wires onto a small laptop the room provided, then glanced back towards the bathroom. The door was open, but he still couldn't see Raven.

"And," Robin stressed, hooking the cables up and rebooting the computer, "There's rumor that Eric might arrive tonight. We have to get a good look at him and his entourage." It was silent for a moment, excluding the small sounds of Raven's movements in the bathroom and the groan and wines of the computer.

"…it's just dinner, right?" came the uncertain question. Robin glanced down at his simple attire - basically what he had worn except it was now it was a red turtleneck- and called back a 'yeah'. He heard her sigh in defeat and step out. She now dressed a long skirt, similar black blouse yet this one…this one did a small provocative dip in the front. "Did you find a signal on where the party is hiding?" she interrupted his daze. He cleared his throat and glanced back at the computer. Sitting on the elegant chair, he quickly made work of readjusting the hotels computer system and allowing him to get the screen to that similar to the small grid like screen in the car. She then noticed the mentioned screen attached to the computer.

"…" his face frowned when the computer could not find any of the 'dots' near the hotel area.

"Maybe they're out of range," Raven suggested, reading over his shoulder.

He suddenly felt it again.

The pulse of her proximity and her end of their bond, sneaking up on him, taking him off guard. He closed his eyes, briefly, then clicked to open up a new window on the computer. Still no signal.

"We'll worry about this after dinner," he abruptly changed the subject and got his jacket. Raven gave the gadgets lingering on their table a last glance before following him out of the room.

"Table for two, party for Kreftan?" he asked. The receptionist of the dining hall glanced down his list and flipped the page. He could feel Raven extremely tense besides him.

"Ah, yes. A window seat. Follow your waitress to your assigned tables, please," the middle aged man addressed, offering a practiced smile. The couple smiled politely in return and followed the blond girl who looked freshly out of high school. In seconds, Robin earning dazed stares from the women around them, they were at their table. After placing their orders, both looked around the place. Everywhere but in front of each other. At least in the hotel room, there was other rooms. Here, they were sitting in front of each other and had little to entertain their view.

"…Raven?" Robin, started after a while. Raven looked up from the interesting pattern of the tablecloth and quickly glanced back down. He had removed his glasses.

"Yes?" It wasn't as if she hadn't seen his eyes, well more like glanced. But it felt…weird when staring at this man, knowing he now wore a metaphorical mask, and when he physically wore a mask, he was no longer in costume as he was now.

"Is something bothering you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I understand that I haven't been …at my best, when we started off this …mission, but I've noticed, you haven't …either." She paused, finally deciding to stare at the edge of his hair line above his tan forehead. At least, she'd be looking at his face, right?

"Robin-"

"I really don't mean to pry, Raven. But…as your leader, I wish you'd tell me if this is seriously going to interfere with us capturing Eric." She noticed this was the first time he had mentioned what to do when they finally met the man.

"Ta-"

"I know, I'm being a hypocrite right now," could he read her mind now?, "But, I think I've managed to calm it down a bit. Right?"

"A bit," she mumbled, taking a sip of the champagne glass filled with water. He smirked, and gave a place a once over again.

"But I'm not an empath, Rae," did he have to use the nickname? "I don't-"

"Yeah, I got it," she mumbled darkly, cutting him off, "Cut it out before you hurt someone. Tsk, I think we've had this conversation before, oh fearless leader." He grimaced. He hadn't meant it to come off like that. He took a sip of his drink and swallowed.

"And," he strained, "I don't want you to get hurt either." With reluctance, she met his baby blue eyes.

Azarath, had they gotten more gorgeous?

But, she realized, guarding her own eyes, if he didn't stop this, whatever it was he was doing, it was going to hurt her in the end.

"I'm flattered," she answered monotonously, "But don't you have some other 'girlfriend' to stress over?" Where the heck did that come from? She guess it was jealousy, then her shy self stepped it at his surprised face.

"I'm not sure what you mean," he said cautiously, his eyes shifting too fast to tell what emotion was in them, "But you're my teammate, Raven. My second-in-command, and my best friend," ouch. He pulled the 'best friend' card, "And I'm as concerned about you as you I am of others around us."

'More like more than the others,' he corrected himself mentally.

"Okay, whatever," she dismissed, wiping her mouth reluctant that there was nothing there to wipe. Why was it so hard to keep in control when around him?!

'Because,' reason explained, 'He is the cause of your lack of self control.'

'Shut up!' she stressed.

Robin glanced up when their plates arrived. The waitress smiled at them both as she set down their plates.

'Aww!' she couldn't help but think as she saw the couple's intertwined fingers over the dinner table, practically still 'gaga' over each other. She wished she was still like that with her boyfriend. Sighing wistfully, she placed on her smile again.

"Will that be all?"

"Yes, ma'am," the guy answered, rubbing his thumb on his girl's hand. "We're fine."

"If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask," she said her part, then left. As soon as the girl was out of sight, Raven pulled her hand back.

"Great, now I have your germs all over my hand," Raven mumbled, pretending to wipe the feel of his skin against her hand. Why was every little touch so vital now? This mission was starting off bad. He chuckled.

"Don't tell me you believe in cooties, Rae." She paused, looking up at him in mock-horror.

"You don't?" He managed to laugh a little, finally picking up his fork for his pasta. He saw her lips twitch making his smile grow more. Raven took a bite out of her own food as both settled into an almost silent dinner. The comforting silence that simmered always around them, needing not to be filled with useless words, shifted around them again. Her shoulders relaxed slightly.

"Ah, Mr. Buscema!" a cheerful voice called out. Robin's fork clattered onto his plate. Both Titans suddenly turned their attention towards the entrance of the dinning area. A middle age man, probably in his late forties- with abnormally good built and prematurely pure gray- had a woman at his arm, probably just a trophy date for the night. His black eyes radiated authority as he stared emotionless at the receptionist.

"My table," he stated. The woman aside him gave a girly giggle, reminding Raven of Barbie's over cheerful voice on commercials. Behind them, stood two of Eric's body guards, looking more like professional wrestlers than anything.

"Oh yes, follow me," the receptionist left his post and led them to the an area near the entrance, where an elegantly decorated table waited for them.

"We have to go," Robin instructed stiffly, placing his napkin on his plate to signal that he was done. He pulled out a bill to leave as a tip and placing it on the table, waited for Raven to slide out and be at his side. Together, they began to walk out. Now near Eric's table, Robin held her close, emitting a laugh out of him, out of nowhere.

"Yes, I remember that," Ben answered. She wasn't one to get creeped out easily, but this shift of personalities of Robin was starting to get her freaked out. She played along, nevertheless.

"Well, then you know I'm right," she answered. They both shared a chuckle as they stood on the first step to lead them out of the dinning room, the room being in a lower level than the rest of the place.

"Excuse me?" a voice called out. Robin stiffened aside her. She winced, as he abruptly closed his mind to her, making her look up.

"Yes?" Robin turned, practically dragging her as well. Eric stood up at his table, distracting his party from their conversation to stare at the two Titans as well. Raven pretended to fight off her smile she was sharing with her fiancée. Eric regarded the two of them with a stoic personage, seeming to be looking from something. Suddenly, she felt it again. That sensation of an other worldly power. But it was gone too fast for her to fully grasp it. Eric blinked, and suddenly smiled, making both Titans slightly reel back. Wow. Smiling was not his thing.

"My apologies. I thought you were someone else." Oh, very smooth. Raven fought hard to not roll her eyes.

"It's okay, sir. I must have one of those faces," Robin countered, baring his perfect white teeth in a mock smile. Eric mustn't have noticed the difference, unlike Raven, but he nodded.

"Allow me to introduce myself," Eric extended his hand as he walked around his date and one of his goons. Robin stiffly raise his own hand to shake Eric's. "The name's Eric, Eric Buscema."

"Ben, Ben Kreftan," Robin/Ben greeted. They shook hands. Raven stiffened at the loathing that radiated from Robin's body, ebbing into her own. Swallowing, she concentrated hard. Robin released Eric's hand, slightly tilting back to reveal her. "My fiancée, Ruby Mukai." Raven inwardly flinched but wore a dashing white smile and extended her hand. Eric raised her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles. It might have been the tension building up around her, just plain her imagination, or her disgust at Eric's lips touching her, but she thought she saw Robin flinch at the gesture, too greatly affected by such a move.

"Charmed," he murmured, gazing into her eyes. Those eyes. Was it possible for humans to have such black eyes? She still wasn't an expert of Earth, but she was sure that was scientifically impossible. Shaking the thought away, she slightly nodded.

"Pleasure," she purred, mockingly. Robin placed his arm around her again, as Eric released her hand.

"I hope we do get to see each other soon, Mr. Kreftan. It not often the hotel gets visitors from down south."

"Sure will. Just as soon as Ruby and I settle in right, we can maybe catch up in another dinner or something of the like."

"Actually," Eric reached into his suit, making Robin tense so much more that Raven feared he would snap, "My eighth club is opening tomorrow night. In reality, I'm not the type of person to be carousing in gatherings meant for youngsters such as yourselves but, I enjoy the company of new acquaintances." He pulled out two tickets, reading VIP.

"A club?" Raven questioned, unable to disguise her discouraged tone.

"I know, dear-"

'Dear!?' Raven's mind exploded.

"-But it seems to bring in a lot of people in. And people are money," he laughed, making his party laugh as well. The Titans chuckled, unnerved. Eric shook his head and smiled again. "I hope you two can make it."

"Perhaps we will. Ben and I do need a little entertainment now that we're in Trinity," Raven smiled, gripping Robin's hand.

Surprisingly, he gripped her as well, weaving their fingers together.

Robin chuckled, pretending to hide his embarrassment. Wow. He was really pulling off that blushing effect well. Eric nodded, understanding, and smiled a knowing smile.

"Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Buscema," Robin extended his hand, slightly trembling. How many men had that hand hurt? It must be fighting real hard not to hurt the man in front of him, its enemy.

"Please, call me Eric," Eric corrected him, shaking his hand. He gripped Raven's hand again and kissed it. Azarath, she was going to be scrubbing that hand clean.

"Evening Eric," Raven greeted. With a nod, Robin turned and led them from the dining area.

"Why'd you pull off that stunt, Eric?" The blond woman asked after the couple had left, her face dropping the perkiness it had displayed a second ago. Eric seated himself and took a sip of his wine. He felt the other two's gazes on him as well.

"I believe it's him."

"Really?" the half Native American, half African American body guard asked, his black eyes looking at him in disbelief.

"You haven't seen him in years," the other man, of American ethnicity added, "How do you even know what he looks like?"

"People change, but only so much," Eric answered simply, picking up his fork again. " I know what he's doing these days, haven't seen him in years, yes, but he's still the same scared little boy of long ago. Just wearing a different costume."

Robin automatically made his way to their restroom and slammed the door shut. Raven swallowed. She repeated her breathing pattern as she calmly closed the room door Robin had left open and sat herself down on the bed. She allowed herself to lay back on to the mattress and stare up at the ceiling.

It was worst that she had imagined.

The door opened to her right. She heard him close the faucet water and grab the complimentary towel from the rack. He stepped out, a few drops of cold water dripping from his chin. She shook her head and looked away from the drops.

"…Better?" she asked, cautiously. He grunted and sat himself on the chair in front of the computer. He woke the screen and began to look for the signals again. She sighed and sat up, rotating her feet to remove her shoes. "Anything?"

"I think so," he moved to his left and allowed Raven to see. A few faint dots beeped on the corner of Noble and Tulsa.

"What's there?"

"A run down hotel, I think. But it's not the whole squadron. It's a few, probably three or four of their vehicles. Gordon's got to be with them. It's the closest to us."

"So what do you want to do?" He smiled and closed the screen. She knew that face. Robin, the leader, was back.

"Let's go meet up with my father, Ruby."

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