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Babs is sitting out on the back porch. Her laptop flickers beside her, and every so often she looks over and perhaps taps a few keys. But mostly she stares out over the fields.

Things are quiet here. It's so different from Gotham and from Metropolis and from everywhere else she's lived all her life.

She's not sure whether she likes it or not.

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"The real problem is transport. Most of the places that come to mind are far enough out that you'd have to travel. And while people aren't likely to find any of these on their own, they're liable to want to know where you're going."

Jo smiled suddenly. It was a brilliant sunny thing.

"How far?"

Barbara scrubs her face.

"The closest facility that's remotely workable is at least a hundred miles out. And I don't know how secure it is. All I have are design drawings and satellite photos."

"I could do that."

She didn't even hesitate.

"Traveling a lot comes with the territory."

Just in time to save her from stir crazy boredom, too.

"You'd have to do recon on your own," Barbara warns. "And if I have to send backup they'll want an explanation."

Not that she can't make something up. She's done it before.

"I'd keep it as few people knowing as possible."

No, she'd rather it was just her.

But even her mother trusted other people.

Plus, you needed at least a second to balance.

"If you can get me directions and specs, I'll find a way out there. I still have the phone. I could call and give you a more detailed lay of it there."

"I can get you a GPS system if you want," Barbara offers. "And run over what I've got for details. Which isn't much, I'll admit."

"Sounds like a plan."

Jo nodded, feeling little more at ease.

(She was plotting who she'd have to scam into it.
Who she'd actually want knowing where she went and why.
How she was going to manage two trips without telling it all.)

"You got time now? We can find somewhere quiet," by which she meant private, "and talk details..."

"Yeah. I got time before Dean's magic show."

Jo took the stairs up to the porch, following where Babs led.

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