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Flash bang flash

Flash.

The second flash there had meant to hit Bi-Face, except apparently the universe had different ideas. The third flash was an automatic reaction to suddenly being jerked out of Gotham and into some strange place that's other, and Sparrow doesn't really appreciate that.

"What the heck?"

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"That should be Jo now."

Sparrow rocks back on her heels. And then rocks forward again because she has sidekick-syndrome that seems to do horrible things to your achilles tendons. But her thumbs are hooked into her Clawbelt with interest.

SOMETHING WITH AN ENGINE.

Something with a steam engine.

BUT STILL.

Jo rounds the corner, spots Griff, and puts away her Digivice.

She's still a little far for shouted greetings, but Pakamon waves as Josephine crouches over the brass-and-chrome handlebars of her steampunk motorbike.

Griffin waves back.
"I take it you finished categorising different types of canned beans, then?"

You'll have to excuse the gearhead. She's just going to stare

"Don't be a twat, Griff," says Jo amiably. "Who's your friend? Hello. Never seen a clunker like this before?"

It's a source of much ridicule back where she's from, but Hissbang (as she affectionately calls it) has been with her since she was nine and she's grown attached.

"She's not my friend, we just met." Griffin rolls his eyes.

Sparrow shakes her head, dumbly. Then,

"Not steampowered anyway. Cheee, 'clunker's the right word - is it really steam? How's she handle?"

"Yes, it is, and she handles fucking terribly but I like her too much to let her go and get a real bike. Besides, I'm used to it."

"Keeps her warm on those cold, winter nights."

Yeah, Sparrow's not really listening to Griffen anymore.

"Oh boy, though, she's a beaut. I mean, you should see my bike at home, but that's not steam and I don't get to handle her nearly enough..."

She'salmost about to ask for a try.

"Hah."

She stops Hissbang a few feet away and dismounts with a grin, leaving Pakamon curled in the seat.

"Mever thought I'd see someone like her."

"I like engines."

It's true, and something the old man often gives her grief for. not that he doesn't give her grief for a lot of things: that's his way.

"You guys native to this world?"

"You mean this plane? No. Still trying to figure out how we got here."

Well, Jo is.

"It's not a micro-plane. Too big. But it's not any of the three main planes, either."

Frownyface. But Sparrow doesn't need clarification.

"If I had access to the Claw network, I could see if it matches any of the worlds known by the JLA. But my link's not working."

THINKYFACE.

"I guess I'm gonna try and get down to Gotham."

"Claw network? Is that anything like the Wire?"

"And is Gotham where the Monzaemon live and make their delightful toys and candy all day long?!"

Sarcasm and attempts-at-sounding-delighted and giggles: Three great tastes that taste great together.

"Or," Sparrow suggests, irritable now, "You guys could stay here and play with your pets, while I try things that might actually get us home."

Pakamon stands on the bike's handlebars and hisses.

"I am not a pet," she proclaims dangerously, tail lashing.

"Hey, hey," Jo soothes, moving to rest a hand on her friend's back. "Cool it, Pakamon, it's just a figure of speech."

And a glance at Sparrow to be sure she has that right.

Kvikkumon's reaction is a little bit more volatile, especially when you consider how he almost never speaks.
"We are not pets." It's a snarl, with teeth-bared and everything. "Know your place, human."

Griffin doesn't seem too bothered by the outburst.

Yeah, Jo had it right. Sparrow shrugs in her direction, now pretty much ignoring Griffen.

"So I'm going see if I can't find a plane. You guys gonna be OK, here?"

Jo sighs. "We'll manage. We always do."

"Bring us back some stuffed toys."

Should she feel guilty about leaving them?

Nah, the apparent dangers might only be something the crazy girl cooked up. And besides - getting back to 'Claw should be priority one.

Sparrow shrugs, digs out the GPS again and starts in a more North-West direction.

First decent fast car or bik she passes, and she's 'wiring it.

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