Chapter Four:
ہولی walked onto the school campus. She had to admit, it was rather impressive. The school was an old قلعہ that stretched to the sky. The old stone was cracked and covered with moss. The empty spaces in the دیوار were filled with glass, so ہولی assumed they were windows.
The grounds were acres wide. ہولی spotted many different small buildings. Greenhouses, tool sheds, and several others that were covered up. ہولی raised an eyebrow, but continued walking as if she were a regular girl and not a super-heroine investigating a possibly hostile and mind-controlled school.
Spotting the headmistress in an مالٹا, نارنگی tee and black skinny jeans, which surprised Holly, she jogged over.
"Hello, Mrs. Flores! Im Holly."
"Hello, Holly." the headmistress said, shaking the teen's hand. "Welcome to our school. Oh, and just call me Catalina."
"Scan shows this 'Catalina Flores' has intents."
"What kind of intents?" Blue Beetle asked.
"I believe آپ would put it as...mischievous."
"What kind of mischievous?" Blue asked.
"Undetermined, the female's emotions are too jumbled to discern."
"Joy." Blue said.
"Nightwing to Blue Beetle. Who is the headmistress."
"She introduced herself as Catalina Flores, but-"
Nightwing coughed on the other end of the line.
"You okay, amigo?" Blue asked.
"What does she look like?" Nightwing asked, clearing his throat.
"Smokin'." Blue Beetle replied.
"Funny." Nightwing said. "Hair? Eyes? Height? What's she wearing?"
"Amigo," Blue said, raising his scanner arm again. "You sound like آپ wanna ask her out."
Nighwing choked on the other end of the line again.
"Are آپ ok-"
"Fine." Nightwing snapped.
Blue rolled his eyes. "Black hair, dark eyes, hispanic descent, around mid-twenties, مالٹا, نارنگی tee, black jeans, also: mischievous intents."
Nightwing muttered something.
"What?" Blue asked.
"Nothing. Keep an eye on her, and remain in STEALTH MODE. Nightwing out."
"Weird." Blue said.
ہولی walked onto the school campus. She had to admit, it was rather impressive. The school was an old قلعہ that stretched to the sky. The old stone was cracked and covered with moss. The empty spaces in the دیوار were filled with glass, so ہولی assumed they were windows.
The grounds were acres wide. ہولی spotted many different small buildings. Greenhouses, tool sheds, and several others that were covered up. ہولی raised an eyebrow, but continued walking as if she were a regular girl and not a super-heroine investigating a possibly hostile and mind-controlled school.
Spotting the headmistress in an مالٹا, نارنگی tee and black skinny jeans, which surprised Holly, she jogged over.
"Hello, Mrs. Flores! Im Holly."
"Hello, Holly." the headmistress said, shaking the teen's hand. "Welcome to our school. Oh, and just call me Catalina."
"Scan shows this 'Catalina Flores' has intents."
"What kind of intents?" Blue Beetle asked.
"I believe آپ would put it as...mischievous."
"What kind of mischievous?" Blue asked.
"Undetermined, the female's emotions are too jumbled to discern."
"Joy." Blue said.
"Nightwing to Blue Beetle. Who is the headmistress."
"She introduced herself as Catalina Flores, but-"
Nightwing coughed on the other end of the line.
"You okay, amigo?" Blue asked.
"What does she look like?" Nightwing asked, clearing his throat.
"Smokin'." Blue Beetle replied.
"Funny." Nightwing said. "Hair? Eyes? Height? What's she wearing?"
"Amigo," Blue said, raising his scanner arm again. "You sound like آپ wanna ask her out."
Nighwing choked on the other end of the line again.
"Are آپ ok-"
"Fine." Nightwing snapped.
Blue rolled his eyes. "Black hair, dark eyes, hispanic descent, around mid-twenties, مالٹا, نارنگی tee, black jeans, also: mischievous intents."
Nightwing muttered something.
"What?" Blue asked.
"Nothing. Keep an eye on her, and remain in STEALTH MODE. Nightwing out."
"Weird." Blue said.
Dozens of reporters swarmed around the billionaire from New York, but he calmly walked past them all and into the limousine. A bodyguard turned around.
"Mr. Grant has no statement to make." he کہا in a heavy accent, and got into the car with the billionaire before it drove off.
"Target moving north."
"Nightwing?"
"What?"
"Did آپ hear that?"
"Yeah. I told آپ the target was moving north."
"It sounded like a girl کہا it."
"Do I sound like a girl to you?"
"No."
"Then keep an eye on the target, Batgirl. Nightwing out."
The Red Army Rises:
June 2012
"Mr. Grant has no statement to make." he کہا in a heavy accent, and got into the car with the billionaire before it drove off.
"Target moving north."
"Nightwing?"
"What?"
"Did آپ hear that?"
"Yeah. I told آپ the target was moving north."
"It sounded like a girl کہا it."
"Do I sound like a girl to you?"
"No."
"Then keep an eye on the target, Batgirl. Nightwing out."
The Red Army Rises:
June 2012