I'm (sort of) back! Please read my note at the end!

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Gotham City

May 14, 05:25 EDT

"So, I haven't had time to ask…how'd the turf war go?"

The man across from Jenna sighed as he sagged into the other side of the couch. Jenna paused in her typing long enough to peek around the laptop she had balancing on her knees. She watched as Dick stretched out against the cushions, the rest of his body covering what hers didn't. "Don't ask if you're not ready to sit here for three hours."

Jenna giggled, opening her mouth to say she had nothing better to do, but Barbara spoke up from where she was working at her computer.

"You're sure you saw this on the guy who fell to his death at Devine's suite?"

Jenna nudged Dick's leg off her foot so she could stand. She put her laptop on the coffee table and then walked around the couch to the kitchen. Upon standing behind Barbara, she could see the work she had pulled up on her computer. She had been looking through various police reports and images of a winged dragon with a curved tail–all similar but none identical to the tattoo Jenna managed to catch a glimpse of before falling out of a window and nearly falling to her death if it hadn't been for Lynx.

"I'm sure," she confirmed.

"Weird."

Jenna tilted her head in confusion. "Why?"

"No body was recovered by the police. No evidence that there had even been an attack. It's clear shadowplay," Barbara murmured. "I wonder...is Lynx tied to the Green Brotherhood? He works under his father and he's not the type to have a cause unless there's money or power in it."

"That's his father though," Jenna pointed out. "The question is if that's the same for him."

"He could be playing both sides. Which means he could know more about the Brotherhood than I do."

The corner of Jenna's lip twitched. "A mystery, huh?" she said teasingly at her friend's miffed tone.

"Total. They had a core membership of devoted fanatics, many of whom were killed in a bomb incident two years ago. Their current leadership is unknown. Aside from following Devine around and destroying her facilities, they don't have much of an agenda.

"There has to be something in Devine's past." Barbara began searching on another screen for more information on the woman. "Either that or she's getting taken advantage of. Could it be as simple as a protection racket?"

Jenna began to move back to the couch, rolling her eyes at Dick who was now taking up the entire space. "That's the Ghost Dragons' usual, right?" she asked as she nudged the man again, sighing when he didn't budge.

"Then why doesn't Devine pay for that? Why does it keep on like this, year after year?"

A loud beep in Jenna's ear interrupted her train of thought. "Hold on a sec," she told Barbara, bringing her hand to her comm. "White Canary."

"It's Lightning. We've got a situation on our hands."

Jenna frowned, dashing to the bathroom with a quick apology to Barbara and Dick. "Go on."

"Natural disasters are cropping up everywhere around the world. More than just a few can handle. We need all Leaguers and Outsiders to get to the Watchtower and be ready to go as we call out teams."

"Copy that. Be there in ten."

After a more than quick change, Canary left the bathroom. She stashed her things near her laptop, making for the door. "I'll be back later to figure out our next steps with Devine and Lynx before I have to meet them tomorrow, right now, we have a major problem that all Leaguers are being called in for."

"Good luck," Dick called after her.

Canary smiled lightly as she looked over her shoulder, but as she turned to reach for the door handle, she hesitated. Her mouth dropped back into a frown. She couldn't look away from the picture frame near the door.

~8~8~8~

The day had finally arrived. Red Arrow would be joining the Justice League as an official member. No secrets or hidden bases anymore. Just a membership card with his name on it that would be handed to him in front of hundreds of people.

"How does it feel, my friend?" Kaldur asked, having stepped up beside Jenna.

"Like it's about time."

Looking back on the last day they were all in the Hall of Justice, they were able to find humor in it considering how different things had become. It was even a little bittersweet. Jenna was already having to hold back her tears.

"Roy? We're about to begin." Black Canary had popped her head inside the library, where all of the team would be watching news coverage from. A downside of being part of a co-ops team.

Jenna spun around to face her sister. "Can you take a photo of us all real quick? I want a memory of the team while Roy is technically still a part of it."

She shot a teasing grin in his direction. "And to think, six months ago, you wouldn't have been caught dead being involved with us."

Roy rolled his eyes, removing his mask momentarily for the photo and also pulling the hoodie he had arrived in back on to hide his 'Red Arrow' garb. It made sense, seeing as the other young heroes were dressed in civilian clothing, not wasting their time being suited up since they weren't going to be seen publicly.

The group piled over by the seats, forcing Roy in the middle with the others surrounding him. Jenna quickly handed over her phone to Canary, rushing over to slip into the space in front of Artemis. She shared a smile with Raquel as she settled in place.

"Everyone ready?" Canary inquired.

Jenna fixed her eyes on the camera lens, smiling brightly. It only seemed to grow–if that was even possible–when she felt Kaldur's warm hand rest casually on her shoulder.

"Three, two, one…"

~8~8~8~

White Canary blinked back at the sting in her eyes. The nostalgia coupled with knowing that the friend group was now down two was too much. The concern she had for the man at her side in the photo didn't help either, especially when he still spent most of this time in Poseidonis. The tightness in her chest seized when she felt a different hand grasp her shoulder.

"You okay?" Dick asked quietly, the raspiness in his voice revealing he knew what she was thinking about.

"Yeah," Canary said after a long pause. "I better go."

The hand squeezed lightly before letting go. Canary didn't look back as she fled.

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Gotham City

June 3, 09:01 EDT

Jenna's hands tensed around the steering wheel of her rental, rubbing her palms against it in increments to keep her mind focused and her heartbeat calm. She had finally received a call a few days after the League emergency; it was Nicole Divine requesting that Jenna accompany her to Bwunda in a couple of weeks after she wrapped up some business in Gotham. It left Jenna suspicious, wondering what Devine was doing that would take so long, but after the natural disasters all around the globe, she was left to assume those were part of the delay.

Besides another quick briefing with Oracle the day before, Jenna would mostly be on her own. While her friend would constantly be in her ear to gather information or should she need backup, Jenna needed to keep things on the down low.

With Lynx already alluding to knowing exactly who she was, she couldn't risk others finding out, which meant resorting to a handy Glamor charm crafted by Zatanna while dressed as White Canary. When Black Canary once relied on wigs in her early years before committing to blonde hair dye, Jenna found magic much more reliable, especially since the smaller the charm, the more subtle the jewelry could be. Jenna and White Canary were both known to wear an abundance of earrings anyway, so one more added to the collection was no problem.

As her rental rolled to a stop in front of the private hanger, she could feel the metaphorical weight of the multiple gazes on her when she began to step out. The only one she trusted was Oracle's. It was comforting, even if little assistance could be received should she need it. Not that she felt she would.

To both hide from the sun's glare and Lynx's inquisitive glance, Jenna slipped on a pair of sunglasses before striding over to the little group milling about nearby. "Good morning, General. Nikki," she greeted with an easy smile before eyeing the third individual. "Glad to see I followed the dress code, Lynx."

Like her, he was clad in leather pants, coupled with a plain black shirt that fit snugly against his muscled torso. The shirt also revealed several tattoos that expanded over his arms and neck, however–whether unfortunately or fortunately–Jenna failed to see any similar tattoo to the one she saw during the ambush. As for her, any tattoos on her arm were covered up by a matching leather jacket and she wanted to keep it that way.

"Well, I certainly won't complain for my bodyguards to be matching," Nikki said with a bright smile. "Especially not when they both look so eye-catching."

Jenna rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses, a wide smile stretching over her face for the others to see instead. "I'm flattered," she said easily. "Are we ready to leave?"

The trip was guaranteed to be lengthy, despite the ability to fly straight there on a private plane versus commercially. It made Jenna all the more grateful for Zeta Tubes, but even more so for the book collection that she had back home that she could rely on for long trips. She was more than ready to settle into the story to help the time pass, although her hackles didn't lower entirely when a body slumped into the seat across from her.

"Pick anything fun to read?"

Jenna let out a noncommittal hum, relaxing against the cushiony leather chair. She flipped the page to the first chapter, eyes flitting over words so familiar she could probably quote them from memory.

"What're you into? Mystery? Romance? I prefer a good erotica myself."

Jenna's gaze trailed to the next page in silence.

Leather squeaked as there was movement. From the top of the book, a hand reached out, the grip closing over the corner and beginning to pull away. Jenna's reflexes were quicker, snapping the book shut as her other hand grabbed Lynx's wrist like a vice. Her glare was a warning, but judging by his amused grin, he wasn't too bothered.

Still, he pulled away. "You're no fun," he sighed, leaving Jenna to her own devices again as he got up to hunt down the minibar.

The book had its wear from Jenna's years of ownership, but she still smoothed a hand over the crumpled pages. Part of her knew she should have brought a less sentimental book with her, but after the conversation she had while preparing for the trip, it was on her mind and her grasp before she could do anything.

~8~8~8~

"This is unbelievable," Jenna said with an incredulous laugh. She tossed a couple of shirts into her duffel before turning to her computer screen with a hand on her hip. "It's been weeks since you've been home, Kaldur!"

"I understand, Jenna. But King Orin has entrusted me with this mission. I am the only one he can rely on right now."

"We both know that's not true," Jenna snapped back. "Orin would agree to let anyone you suggested take on this mission. You don't have to shoulder this just because of your title. What happened to taking a break?"

"I am fine. Since I have recruited Wyynde and La'gaan to join this mission, they will see to that."

Another voice came from off-screen. "Only because I believe you should have taken a break weeks ago as well."

Jenna threw a hand in the air after dropping a book into her bag. "See? It's not just me. Wyynde thinks so too. Should I give La'gaan a call and get a third opinion? His wife is about to have a baby! I doubt she and their husband are okay with this either."

"Which is why we will make haste," Kaldur said firmly. "So that La'gaan can be here and that I can return to you."

Jenna huffed as she glanced down at her bag. "That better be true. Or so help me, I will drag Rocket and M'gann into a mission of our own," she grumbled before speaking louder. "Wyynde, you had all better come back in one piece, understand?"

"I swear, Jenna."
She looked up at the computer again, her brow softening slightly. "I love you."

"And I love you." Before Kaldur ended the call, she drank in every bit of his features as much as she could.

~8~8~8~

Jenna was pulled away from her attempts at reading, so lost in thought that it took up more time than she would have expected. Before she knew it, they were close to the end of their journey. Knowing there was no time left to read, she stashed her book away and moved closer to where Nikki and General M'Barra were chatting.

"Hope I'm not interrupting," she said as she slid into an available seat.

Nikki smiled lightly. "Not at all," she assured.

Jenna tilted her head inquisitively as she looked over at the general. "Where exactly are we landing?" she questioned.

"M'Barraville. The capital of Bwunda," he informed her.

Jenna'as eyebrow raised. "Named after your family, I presume?"

"Named after me, Miss Lance."

Egotistical much? Though Jenna said nothing, opting to look out the window as the ground grew closer and closer.

Upon landing at a comfortably sized hanger, the small group quickly piled out of the plane and stepped into the stifling summer heat. Jenna began to regret all of the leather but pushed her discomfort aside to keep an eye on Nikki's movements.

"Looks like you've got some good soldiers, general," Miss Devine called out to the man.

"My nephews," the general introduced. "All of my bodyguards are family." He looked to one of the younger-looking men. "We will tour the dam site. Is my helicopter prepared?"

The man saluteed. "Yes, uncle- er, el presidente!"

General M'Barra nodded approvingly. "Very good, Victor."

As the group traded one transportation for another, Jenna glanced over at Lynx while they waited for their turn to board. "It's hot here, huh?"

Lynx scoffed, adjusting his shades. "A killing heat," he agreed. "It creeps up on you and you're dead before you know it."

Jenna's smirk turned into a sneer as she watched him climb into the helicopter. "Good to know," she muttered, following suit.

The second flight was much shorter as they flew to the main attraction of the day. "This dam will make all the difference to your people, general," Nikki spoke through the headset they had all been provided. "Your country already offers affordable labor and ample natural resources, but when this dam starts churning out cheap energy, factories and plants will flock here."

Jenna's eyes narrowed in thought. "How does a country with the weak tax base of Bwunda afford a project like this?"

Nikki glanced over her shoulder. "I don't pay the big overheads, Jenna. I'm a financing wizard as the media likes to call me," she said breezily. "I know how to control costs and I'm tough enough to not get gouged. And the World Bank loves me. I'm their 'feel good' client. Don't worry your pretty head about the business end and just get back to watching my rear end."

"What a cow," said a small voice in Jenna's ear. She hid a smile as she examined the view below.

The helicopter soared over houses and the families they contained below. Although Jenna had been around the richer parts of the country once Secretary-General Troia dropped Luthor's prior obstruction of League assistance to other countries, she could see just as much life blooming in this area.

"This eyesore will be a metropolis in a few years," Nikki added, making Jenna turn toward her sharply. "There'll be a mall on every corner and a statue of General M'Barra in every square."

Jenna was almost afraid to ask what would become of the citizens living there currently. She knew she wouldn't like the answer regardless so she held her tongue.

"I am concerned about the Independence Front showing up at the dam-opening ceremonies," the general admitted. "Their attacks have been more frequent."

Attacks I'm all too familiar with. Jenna's lips thinned.

Nikki chuckled. "Those knuckleheads aren't worth worrying about. When the cash flows in, they'll all be lining up for jobs. Then we'll see them for the frauds they really are."

Jenna took one last look before they turned back.

After the little tour, the group was left to settle into the rooms they had been provided during their stay. Jenna was grateful to get some privacy, albeit how small it was since she knew both Nikki and Lynx wouldn't be too far away. Still, she was more than happy to relax for a couple of hours before she snuck out to get an idea of what's been going on. And to catch up with Oracle.

"How're the accommodations?"

"Four stars all the way," she said, head resting back on her hands as she stared up at the ceiling. "I feel like there's a private joke going around and I'm the only one who's not in on it."

"There's a missing piece here," Oracle agreed.

Jenna sighed. "So what's our next move?"

"You've got the Green Brotherhood and then you've got M'Barra's homegrown enemies. Both of which we've dealt with before in some shape or form. For now, I'm not too concerned about the BIF since they're just determined to toss M'Barra out. But we still know nothing about the current Green Brotherhood and that bothers me."

"Spill," Jenna requested as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Every one of these fringe groups has ties to other outfits just like them. But not the Green Brotherhood. Since the death of their core leaders, they've cut all ties to other wacko clubs," Oracle explained. "I can't get a line on their personnel, power source, chain of command, or funding. It's like they've gone deep underground. Either they're real good or real small."

Jenna stood up, pacing the room. "So the dam is where I find answers," she determined.

"How so?"

"It's a magnet for trouble. The only core element we have here," Jenna said. "In almost every case, a Nicole Devine project has been sabotaged. If we want to find something, we need to start there."

Oracle let out a thoughtful hum. "Then let's drop the 'why' and concentrate on protecting that current project. If it gets destroyed, we'll be back at square one."

Jenna moved to her duffel, pulling out her gear. "Then let's keep that from happening."

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Hiii! It's been a while!

Sorry it took so long to get this out, I know it's probably been hard to wait. Life's been a bit crazy on my end and for a while I just had no motivation to write. As of now, I had quit my job about a month back so while I'm working on finding a new job, I'm hoping that I can get some of this fic done in the meantime. I've also been doing some other writing as well. I'm actually working on what I hope will become one of my first novels ever so a lot of attention has been on that lately as I work out the first draft. But I still want to continue writing this and other fanfic which I've been working out ideas for! Considering that and how long it took to get a new chapter up, I don't want to make any promises in when I'll get another chapter up so please bear with me. You all keep me inspired to write regardless!

On that note, I do want to run by something with you all. I'm almost certain it'll happen no matter what, so I'm just trying to decide on the 'when'. I would really like to rewrite this series. As you can probably tell, a lot of my writing abilities have changed and hopefully improved since starting with A Siren's Call. Besides that, I feel like working on my own personal stories has had an impact on how I write as well. Because of that, I want to do some justice to the earlier fics, especially the first. There are a lot of things within the story that I also feel like hasn't gone into depth enough. I want to expand Jenna's life more as well as include some things that I wish I had added before. Nothing extremely major, a lot of the main plot points will remain the same (i.e, Jenna not knowing about Kaldur being a double agent) but I feel like things could be fleshed out that just weren't. I also feel like Sam deserves more of a story as well considering some future plans I have for him.

All that to ask this: what do you all want? I can put my focus into finishing this fic since this is the last one unless we get another season of Young Justice (which also goes into some of my future plans). Or, I can delve into rewriting (which I've done a little bit of) and publish those. These versions will always stay up no matter what so don't worry about any of them going away. But I really want your thoughts on this, so please give some feedback if you feel you can.

All in all, I'm still trying to get back into writing again. I'm not going to guarantee any timeline of either a new chapter for this or the rewrite of The Siren's Saga. However, your input will help with my planning a lot.

I missed you all so much and I appreciate all the love and support for my stories! See you later!