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It's a regular caravan that shows up at Metropolis today.

Vehicle One: The Coraline, a modifies pick-up truck being driven by everyone's favourite bloodthirsty pirate, with a distinctly anti-killing ex-Robin in the passenger seat. The ghost of a teenage girl is technically sitting on the roof of the cabin, but sometimes she pokes her head in to interrupt the boys in their conversation.

Vehicle Two: A 1967 Chevrolet Impala, the only one blaring out tunes, while the driver and his blonde passenger sit in relative silence, not having much to say to each other.

Vehicle Three: A Porsche, containing one carefully prepared hunter and one blind woman who prides herself on not needing any preparation. The conversation in that one is a little more lively, even containing the occasional laugh from the girl.

It's a ridiculous procession, considering they don't really know where they're going. But Jack has all six of his senses peeled, looking for a young teenage girl of Chinese origin who isn't a young teenage girl of Chinese origin.

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Leah has her homemade bow between her legs like a kid with her favourite toy, occasionally tapping faint rhythms on it. Her stories have been about her family, again; her Dad and brother, stepmother and stepsister, Eddie and her friends on Pax Youth. Jokes and character studies more than details and anecdotes.

She hasn't said anything for a few minutes when she observes;

"OK since the car slowed down you've been awfully quiet. Are you trying to look?"

It takes Sam a moment to answer, partly because he's thoughtful and partly because it surprises him. "I thought it might help, yeah," he points out, smiling a little at her.

He hasn't been nearly as talkative, but then she's been talking about family and he's not much for the topic at the moment.

"You know you're perfectly welcome to tell me to shut the hell up, then," she says. "Not so good with the visual clues, here."

"I don't need my ears to look," Sam points out, if a little quickly. He doesn't want to insult her, but he's also used to a much quieter carmate. "It wasn't bothering me, listening to you, I'm just a little too distracted to add anything>"

"OK," Leah says. "I just didn't wanna talk your ear off, is all. I think I got extra talky since coming here."

"Guess it happens when there's no one to talk to for a long time." Sam glances at her and grins, quick. "I don't mind, really."

"Well, good," Leah says. "Cause I hate silence."

And really, she feels she has a right to. "So what's going on now?"

"We're driving," Sam reports. "I think Jack's truck is slowing, maybe they found something."

"Oh, great," Leah says, leaning back in her seat a little. "But you can't see the girl?"

"I can't see anything. I'm not even sure why they stopped." Sam rolls down his window and leans out of it, craning his head to get a look. "No one's getting out."

Leah exhales through almost closed lips, brrring on her bottom one.

"Man, I have got to get comm devices set up. I wanna know what's going on in that guy's head."

Sam laughs a little, more of an amused exhale than anything. "In Jack's? I'm not totally sure the people sitting next to him know what's going on in there.

"Wait, there they go."

Jack's truck starts moving, then the Impala after it. Sam frowns irritably and follows after. The comm would, at least, let them know what he was looking at that made him stop so suddenly.

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"Feckin' hate psychics," Leah mutters. "They take all the fun out of a situation."

Unsurprisingly, this doesn't lighten Sam's frown in the slightest. He glances at Leah, then puts his eyes firmly back on the road, shifting uncomfortably.

Yeah.

Well, she could explain exactly what she meant by psychics, but she assumes he's just being thinky and looking out for the girl.

"Course, a few more paras on the team'd make things easier," she continues. "Could do with a teleporter, right?"

'Teleporter' gets a surprised look. That's an ability he hasn't come across yet.

"I don't know," Sam says a moment later, shrugging. "Sometimes you find things on the way to where you think you're going. Skipping that, we could miss a lot."

"Yeah, and all we're doing now is searching."

She shrugs, hugging her bow again. "Should of nagged Oracle into getting survellance up."

"Unless a teleporter could focus on a person and not just a location, we'd be searching no matter what," Sam points out, following Jack's truck and slowing at the same alley the truck had slowed at, frowning at the shadows. He wants to see what was so interesting in there.

Finding out (http://community.livejournal.com/shatterverse/237473.html?thread=14833825#t14833825) doesn't make him feel much better, really.

"Looks like Jack's getting out," he mutters, following the Impala and watching the blonde man jump out of his truck.

Oh no, she's not going to let him slow and look without filling her in.

"What did you see?" she asks quickly.

"A mess."

Sam details the scene, monotone, slowing the car to stop behind Impala and get out with the rest. "But no one stopped in that alley, so it might not have anything to do with Jubilee."