Okay, I'll be the first to admit I hate being cold or wet unnecessarily. But I could slum it. At least right now anyway. Adrenaline pumped in my veins as I followed Conner. I knew they'd only paired me up with him so I'd have an indestructible human "shield". They were underestimating me.

"This way," Conner said, tugging the vent free.

I followed him in. As we crawled through the vents, I could hear voices.

"What's that?" I asked in a whisper.

Conner shrugged. I rolled my eyes, looking around. The vent was dusty and it was everywhere. Particles assaulted my nose and I tensed, pinching my nose to hold in a sneeze.

"Conner," I whispered sharply. "We have a situation."

He turned, annoyed.

"Sneeze, they won't hear you," he said.

"But they will see the fiery explosion coming from the vent when my firepower hits all these dust particles," I replied.

Conner sighed, closing his eyes. Was he communicating with M'gann and the others through their psychic line?

"Get ready," Conner said after a moment.

"For what?"

God, my voice sounded so nasal.

"To sneeze," Conner replied.

I heard a loud crash and the ground literally shook. Or at least the vent did.

"Sneeze!" Conner ordered.

I dropped my hand and sneezed, flames literally surrounding us. The vent collapsed and we both fell. I landed hard on the concrete floor of the warehouse hard, losing my breath for just a second. In that second, all chaos broke loose and the room was filled with noise. A shadow entered my vision and I looked up. Two women stood over me. One was dressed like something out of a book on Norse mythology I'd seen. The other had a rock star look to her. Her hair was long and parted. One side of her part was black, the other green.

"Breathless, huh?" she asked.

She sounded Brazilian, if such a thing is possible. She removed her sunglasses and I could have died on the spot. The part of her eyes that were supposed to be white were black and her eyes were green.

"I have that effect on people."

"What should we do with her Triple B?" her Norse friend asked.

Triple B chewed on the end of her glasses.

"Nothing. I got paid to help out against a team of six. Not seven. Besides, this one don't belong to a group."

"Hey you broads! Help us!" a male's voice yelled.

"For the love of all that crawls," Triple B mumbled.

I saw what she was mumbling about. A giant wave was rising skywards. I rolled onto my stomach. Was this Kaldur's doing?

"Take him down!" I heard someone yell.

The warehouse filled with gunshots. Norse lady grabbed Triple B's arm, as if she was unsteady.

"Val?" Triple B asked.

She turned as Val collapsed, clutching her side. Embedded in it was a bullet.

"This world's poison," she gasped.

She began to cry. To my astonishment, Triple B just stared at her, as if she was a bug. Instead of helping her friend, Triple B grabbed my arm.

"Let's go kid," she said, pulling me up.

"Where?" I asked as she dragged me away.

She grinned back at me but said nothing.

Have you ever seen a horse with wings? If your answer is no, don't feel bad. I haven't. Until today. As she pulled me out of the warehouse, she being Triple B, she also grabbed the reins of a black horse. At first, that's all I saw. It's wings were folded tightly. Of course, then we were outside and the horse lunged itself into the air, pulling us both with it. There is nothing more terrifying than having to rely on someone else to hold your hand while they themselves hold onto the reins of a flying horse. Triple B didn't even look phased. Now, about seven minutes into our flight, she was moving around on the damn thing and I was swinging wildly as she clambered onto said beast. Terrifying, huh?' But eventually, she got her act together and stopped worrying that her panties were showing in her attempt to get onto the horse. On a side note, her panties had cute Hello Kitty's on them. I wanted to laugh. I also wanted her not to drop me. Which she didn't. She pulled me onto the horse and we took off faster.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"My place where we can talk," she said.

"Why can't we talk down there?" I asked, pointing to the ground.

She shrugged but I could tell that was a no.

"How about here?" I asked.

She grinned.

"Good idea."

She glanced back at me.

"So, why are you with those kids?" she asked.

I so did not want to go into too much detail.

"They're my team," I replied.

Which was kind of true. Triple B threw back her head and laughed.

"Doubtful." she said.

She rubbed her eyes.

"You remind me of myself," she said.

"Great," I said. "I'm going to end up a common criminal. Maybe I should listen to Canary."

Triple B laughed again.

"Not just any criminal. A criminal for hire."

"So much better," I remarked.

We were silent.

"So, your friend," I began.

"Not my friend. Just my partner," Triple B corrected.

"Then why'd you leave her?"

"She was dying."

"You could have saved her. Or at least tried."

"Waste of time."

I looked at Triple B. Her smile was gone.

"Kid, in this world. You look out for number one."

"You saved me," I pointed out.

"And I'm not even sure why," she admitted. "Maybe it's your eyes. So what's your element?"

"Excuse me?' I asked.

She went on like she hadn't heard me.

"Mine is wind," she continued, summoning a small tornado in her hand.

The horse neighed.

"Oh hush, beast," Triple B snapped.

The sound of static filled my ear and then-

"Ariel, come in," Kaldur said.

Stupid intercom system thingy. I pressed it.

"Busy," I said.

"Running away?" Wally asked.

Note to self: punch him in the kidneys.

"Look, I'll meet you back at base," I snapped.

Then I ripped the intercom thingy out of my ear and tossed it into the air, watching it fall.

"Can I go now?" I asked.

Triple B smiled.

"Sure, after you tell me what your element is?" she bargained.

"Fire okay!" I snapped.

Triple B pursed her lips.

"How did I not see that," she mumbled.

Then she flipped her other leg over the horse's side and slid off.

"Have fun with Freya," Triple B called, vanishing amongst the clouds.