It was two days before something finally happened. Brittany walked into the apartment to find Amber on her computer system-she literally had an entire wall devoted to her electronics-talking away on her phone as her fingers practically flew across the keyboard.

"Hang on, I'm trying to get an image up. These guys don't have the best security but it takes time to crack any system-oh, hang on, Brit's here." She flashed a smile at Brittany as she pulled the phone from her ear and propped it up behind the keyboard. "Right, I've got you on speakerphone now so that Brit can talk, too. Saleen's found a new energy thing, local," she added as an aside to Brittany. "She headed to check it out, and I'm trying to pull up some security footage so we can see- Ah! Here we are!"

A grainy image of a warehouse appeared on Amber's main screen, though she transferred it to the one on the left a moment later. As Brittany leaned in to get a better look, she could hear Saleen's voice coming from Amber's phone. "What can you see? What is there?"

"Gotta sharpen this up a little; hang on," Amber responded, still typing away.

Brittany, squinting her eyes as the screen, suddenly pointed. "There. What's that?"

Amber turned her head, and frowned. "Huh. Saleen, looks like some sort of tunnel forming. In midair."

"I am nearly there," Saleen responded.

"I'm hacking into a satellite to see if I can get some better readings," Amber said. "This thing is seriously-"

"Saleen, we've got company," Brittany broke in as she saw a number of figures leap out of the tunnel. "Big guys, and it looks like they're wearing armor. Four-no, six-damn. There're a lot of them!"

Amber glanced at the screen before returning her attention to the satellite she was trying to hack. "I'm going with the 'invasion' theory."

"Going in now." A crash sounded from Amber's phone, and the sound of breaking glass. On the screen, a slim, glowing figure suddenly descended upon the group in the warehouse. "Hold! I would know who you are, and why you tresspass on this planet-"

She was cut off as one of the figures pointed some sort of staff at her, and a beam of light seemed to spring out of it and strike her square in the chest. Saleen disappeared off-screen, propelled by the force of the beam, and several of the figures chased after her.

"Definitely not friendly," Amber muttered. "Finally! Let's see what-oh, crap."

"What's 'oh, crap'?" Brittany asked, craning her neck as if she could see around the corner of the image on-screen. An armored figure flew through the air to crash into some shelves, but three more disappeared off-screen in Saleen's direction.

"I'm running a thermal scan, and that warehouse has turned into a real hot spot. There's a lot of those guys coming through, and I don't think Saleen will be able to deal with them on her own. I mean, a blue power ring doesn't exactly have the same firepower as a green; she's at a real disadvantage here."

Brittany wondered momentarily what kind of satellite Amber had hacked into to get a thermal scan, and then decided she'd rather not know. Then the second part of Amber's statement got through, and she frowned. Saleen would need backup, certainly. But who could they call on? Something stirred in her mind, and she glanced toward the door to her room. Her idea seemed a bit reckless and stupid...but maybe it was a good one.

It took Amber a moment longer than it probably should have to recognize the click of Brittany's door closing for what it was. She glanced up from her attempts to link up with the warehouse's entire security system and saw that Brittany was no longer in the room. "Brit? Where'd you go?"

There was a thump from Brittany's room that distracted Amber a moment longer before she turned back to her hacking, still listening for her friend's voice.

"I'm in my room." Brittany's voice was muffled, as if she had something over her head.

"Doing what?" Amber couldn't quite keep a note of frustration out of her voice as she narrowly got through a firewall. Way too close, that one.

There was a pause before Brittany's response. "You remember that costume party we went to, sophmore year? You convinced me to go as Catwoman."

How could she forget? "Yeah, I was Batgirl, Janet was Nightwing, and we ganged up on Paul because he was dressed like the Joker."

"Well I-umph-I kept the costume. Made a few modifications, though."

Amber's brow furrowed as she tried to divide her attention between conversation and hacking. She was almost through... "Modifications? What modifications?"

Brittany's door opened and Amber glanced up. Then she did a double take.

Brittany was wearing the skintight black Catwoman costume, but she had removed the cat-shaped headpiece and replaced it with a hood and simple mask. A black vest offered more protection for her chest, and her quiver of arrows was on her back, as well as a knife strapped to her thigh. She held her bow strung and ready to use. Amber stared at her, though a beep from her computer quickly reminded her that she needed to keep an eye on what she was doing.

"Brit...what the hell are you doing?"

"Providing backup. And it's Black Arrow when I'm costume."

"Have you been-?"

"No, but I've been considering it. Explanations later. Where's this warehouse?"