Really sorry about delay… you know how it is. I guess the length is a little disappointing but it's a damn linking chapter and I really couldn't do much with it… Anyway, I'll get the next one up a lot sooner! You're reviews and support keep me going so please keep 'em coming!

The time passed quickly with conversation yet when we finally landed I was disorientated. I felt like I'd been up all night (again). My body clock was already out of line but piling jet lag on top of that gave a slightly nauseous feeling room to spread in my gut.

I watched dazedly as we landed in the closest empty field to our destination, the confusion deriving from the fact the sun was going down in Ireland. I wanted to groan out loud but instead turned to wake the others.

"Hey!" Cassie said grinning after she'd regained her composure of Conner's sleep cuddling. "This is great! It's dawn."

"Not dawn…" Nightwing stood and stretched out his obviously stiff muscles. Did the guy ever relax? "Dusk. I never took into account the time difference."

"So what now?" I asked. "We can hardly go looking for a secret entrance to a secret laboratory without any daylight."

"We'll have to make camp for the night."

"We didn't pack any tents Nightwing," Card Queen sighed, trying to tame her sleep mussed locks.

"Then we'll get something better."

An hour later we stood outside a small, rural cottage. The sign labelled B &B swinging gently in the breeze.

"Well, go on," Kid Flash looked expectedly at me. Everyone did in fact.

"Why me?"

"You're the obvious choice, duh. You're the only one without a mask and if anyone gets suspicious you can push them into thinking that we're just normal, everyday tourists."

I snorted at the image of this lot with hats and cameras before sighing.

"Fine." Was all I could reply before striding to the quaint, ivy-covered front door. "But you guys do know I'm not the greatest people person."

Their chorus of agreement wasn't at all flattering.

Moments after I rang the doorbell a middle-aged woman opened the door. Her hair was peppered dark brown and grey and tied up at the top of her head. She wore loose jeans and a thick woollen jumper that didn't scream fashion, just a middle-class ordinary citizen. If there were any stark differences between the Irish people and people back home I saw none.

"Hi," she said, giving me a small smile. "Can I help you?"

I turned back to glance at my comrades. Kid Flash looked disappointed reminding me of our earlier discussions that he was dying to hear them say 'top of the morning to ya'. Another silly stereo-type obviously.

"Hi, I was wondering if my friends and I could book a room for a couple of nights."

She frowned slightly, obviously taking in there attire. She's probably seen super-heroes on television but never up this close.

"I… don't think so miss. I'm afraid we don't take in guests without them booking in advance."

I locked eyes with her. "Surely you could make an exception? I mean, we're just a group of average normal travellers needing a place to say. There's nothing out of the ordinary about us."

Her jaw went slightly slack before she nodded. "Oh, alright. We have no one else booked in until the weekend anyway."

I smiled and thanked her before crossing the threshold. To be honest I was expecting the inside to mimic the rural, country façade but the interior of the house was far more modern. The couches were brown leather, with tasteful rugs and furnishings around a stone and oak fireplace. Through the far door I could see that the kitchen was built of stainless steel and marble countertops. She brought us over to a small high-topped desk that must have been the reception. After scribbling a few notes into a black notebook she glanced up at me once more.

"How many nights?" She asked.

"Um… it's alright if we just stay the night and get back to you if we need to prolong our stay." I pushed my ability into her words until she nodded, frowning. "We're a go with the flow kind of group you see."

The explanation seemed to appease her more. "Of course, how many rooms?"

"Six." I prayed she had six available. The thought of who to put together in one room made me nervous.

"Ok, well here are your keys," I let out the breath I was holding. "Some are on the third floor but just head up the stairs and there are numbers on each room to match the key."

Nightwing handed over the cash for the rooms and we took our stuff up the stairs. I – of course – got a room on the third floor and hauled my tired and heavy limbs up the two fights of steps. No sooner had I dumped them I was whisked down to Cassie's suite, the closest room to both the stairs and exit. It seemed the most logical choice for our base of operations.

I was the last to arrive, making the room a bit of a squeeze but we soon settled in comfortably enough for Nightwing to begin.

"We wake at dawn," he said clearly, taking a no-nonsense tone. "And search for the entrance, I know there are some of us that are eager –" his eyes falling on me " – to get going but there is no point in searching without daylight on our sides. We'll find it search the base for anything and everything we can on Fraya and Sadira's stay before returning home. This is a simple acquiring intel mission, let's not make it any more difficult for ourselves."

The group nodded and I held back a sigh. It sucked when he made sense.

"Alright," the boss-man stood up. "I suggest you all try and get some sleep. We've a big day tomorrow."

With the meeting adjourned we filed out of Cassie's bedroom. Everyone taking their way back to their assigned beds for the night. Once again being the last out I stared at the steps leading upwards. Thinking about the next few hours of restless tossing and turning in an unfamiliar bed. Thoughts of what was about to come spinning their own nightmares without even needing sleep.

"Screw it," I breathed under my breath and turned the opposite direction.

Creeping quickly and quietly down the stairs instead, in moments I was out of Bed and Breakfast and into the crisp night air. Many degrees cooler than back home I wrapped my jacket tighter around my body before striding forward. I could see the lights of a village within walking distance. If I couldn't sleep it's about time I found something that would help.

And that trail of thinking is what led me to O'Briens Bar, Knockcroghery. The place had the authentic Irish pub feel about it, down to the patrons which consisted of three weather-beaten men in their late seventies. They stared at me as I entered but I ignored them, heading straight to the bar.

"Shot of Jameson," I said catching the eye of the bartender immediately. "And keep 'em coming."