Alfred had his eyes on the road and both hands on the wheel of Bruce Wayne's late model limousine, but still he smiled and shook his head.
"I know I can get this right," Elissa assured. The morning found her in the seat across from her father, facing the rear of the car. She was dressed in a light gray business suit with a white blouse and a knee length skirt that was the light gray of her jacket. Black, thin strapped high heeled shoes did not look comfortable, though she did not complain. Her hair was worn in a bun; she had new oval glasses on and a pencil behind her ear, another in the bun of her hair. In her lap was what appeared to be a leather bound schedule with a couple hundred pages within.
Bruce sat across from her wearing a very expensive black suit with a dark gray tie and white shirt. The armrests at his sides were folded down, his elbows rested on them and he had his fingers laced in front of him as his eyes scrutinized the young woman in front of him.
"Okay," he began. "Let's do it again. I need to make an appointment with Wayne Finance to discuss the numbers before we make the next move."
She opened the schedule and grabbed the pencil from her ear, her eyes on it as she scribbled something. "Yes, Mister Wayne."
"Do you have the notes from the last stockholder meeting?"
"No, Mister Wayne. I can have your office fax them to me right away if you like."
"What about the production and safety reports from the Medical Laser Division?"
She opened the little binder to the last pages and pulled a blue envelope out, reporting, "Right here, Mister Wayne."
"And what is your name?"
"Lisa Summers," she replied, "from the Corporate Intern Pool."
Bruce smiled. "Great work, Angel. Just keep that up."
"And keep my mouth shut as much as I can," she added.
"Just remember that you're an assistant," he said. "These negotiations are pretty important and I'd like things to run smoothly, and in my favor."
One of her eyebrows cocked up. "How smoothly? Should I…" She unfastened the top two buttons of her blouse.
His eyes narrowed.
"If I wasn't your daughter," she pointed out, "you'd tell me to go for it and you know it!"
He growled and looked out the window. "Make that as far down as you go."
Elissa smiled and answered, "Yes, Mister Wayne."
The limousine stopped at an extremely affluent restaurant that clearly catered to those of great wealth and importance and a young valet in black trousers, a white shirt and red vest rushed to the car and opened the door, standing beside it as he watched the occupants step out, and he greeted, "Good afternoon, Mister Wayne."
Bruce looked to the door of the restaurant and said, "Good to see you again, Randy."
The Valet's eyes widened a little as Elissa stepped out, and his attention remained on her as she followed her father toward the door. In fact, many eyes found her.
Inside, the place was all about atmosphere. Tables were covered with red cloth, the lights were relatively low and expensive paintings hung on the walls. The staff all wore tuxedoes and hurried about. The floor was a thin red and green carpet in complex designs that would make the eye want to stray from it. Deep cushioned booths were on the far side and a wall separated another section that could barely be seen from the entrance.
A podium just inside the door was manned by a middle aged man with slicked back hair and a thin mustache, one who seemed to light up as he saw Bruce Wayne approaching him.
Stepping around the podium, he greeted, "Mister Wayne! It is a pleasure to have you in our midst again."
Bruce shook his hand and nodded to him. "Thank you. Are they here?"
"I took them to the private table in the back," the man informed, "and I've served them a round of drinks as you instructed."
Nodding again, Bruce commended, "Good work. We'll go on back now."
Half turning, the man snapped his fingers and ordered, "Escort Mister Wayne to his table."
A young woman in a tuxedo who looked to be in her twenties rushed to them, holding her clipboard to her as she smiled and said, "Right this way, Mister Wayne."
Elissa marveled at how her father stepped into a room and completely took control of all around him. She was used to seeing Batman do this, but the charisma that surrounded Bruce Wayne was something entirely different and she began to feel herself swept up in it. It was no wonder her mother had fallen for him so many years ago!
The meeting was going much as Elissa had imagined it would: Boring. Cybermed Corp. had sent four representatives, but not the promised CEO and this had not gone unnoticed by Bruce. He listened to what they had to say, sipped on his drink and ordered them all something to eat. Cybermed seemed to be trying to talk him into funding for some kind of gadget they intended to manufacture, but she could not be sure. She was only listening enough to catch what she needed to. After a while, she found herself glancing frequently at her watch. Bruce didn't know it, but this meeting needed to end soon!
After a sip from his glass, he nodded and looked to the older fellow who sat right across from him. "And I should go ahead and just sign off on this," he guessed with just a hint of suspicion in his voice.
"It's ground floor," the older fellow informed, "and will make billions in the next couple of years."
Setting his glass down, he looked to it as he reminded, "I still haven't seen your test records, or application to the FDA for approval."
"All of that is pending," the fellow in the blue suit sitting to the older man's right assured. "Everything has been filed, but these things take time. I can assure you, Mister Wayne, that once word of this leaks out then we'll have everyone climbing on board."
Bruce's eyes were pools of mistrust as they shifted to this man. "But for some reason you want Wayne Enterprises to sign on early. Would you mind telling me why?"
"Partnerships can do great things," he explained, "but great partnerships between two powerful partners can change the world."
A smile almost emerged on Elissa's face as she finally realized that Cybermed's plan had unraveled from the beginning. They came to the meeting having her father outnumbered. They had their facts and figures and would surely be able to brow beat him into what they wanted. It just was not happening. Bruce took total control from the moment he sat down, and these four men found themselves on the defensive and fighting an uphill battle, and not doing well.
"So you don't have the reports yet," Bruce accused.
"They aren't yet available," The older fellow started.
"Miss Summers," Bruce ordered.
Elissa opened the folder she had and pulled out the blue envelope that she knew her father wanted, not saying a word as she offered it to him.
Bruce slapped the envelope down in the middle of the table. "I have the reports. Here's your copy."
All four of the Cybermed representatives stared down at the envelope with nervous eyes.
Checking her watch, Elissa bit her lip. This meeting had to end, very soon. She looked to Bruce as the Cybermed representatives stammered for an answer and interrupted, "Mister Wayne, I'm sorry to butt in, but you have that other meeting here in fifteen minutes."
Turning his head only slightly, he cut his eyes to her and offered, "Thank you, Lisa."
He folded his hands on the table, looking to each of the four men in turn. "Well, gentlemen, it looks like we have a problem. You'll find more in that report than the production estimates and the safety tests." His eyes narrowed. "I've also uncovered exactly how much of your program is a direct result of Wayne Enterprises research." As the men exchanged nervous glances, his eyes narrowed. "Now, gentlemen, you can go back and tell your CEO, who I was expecting to be here today, that we will go ahead and finish testing and that Wayne Enterprises will be fully on board, just as soon as the bugs in safety are worked out and just as soon as I see a signed and notarized document that gives Wayne Enterprises eighty-five percent of the project."
The man in the darker suit took on a more challenging posture as he also folded his hands on the table and warned, "That simply will not happen, Mister Wayne. We know that several W. E. projects are on hold pending—"
"Your information is not entirely accurate," Bruce interrupted. He glanced at Elissa, then picked up his glass. "Thank you for coming, gentlemen. I think we're done here."
Silently, they all stood and without a word turned and just walked away.
Bruce took a sip of his drink and looked to his daughter, and found her smiling at him.
She picked up her own drink, a glass of milk, and held it to him. "I only thought you were amazing before. Wow!"
He touched his glass to hers and they both drank.
Elissa glanced at her watch again and was quick to blurt out, "Do we have time for dessert?"
With a little nod, he replied, "I think we do. Considering how much you eat, aren't you worried about your figure?"
"Do I look worried?" she countered. "Besides, I'm a kid and an Amazon."
Bruce huffed a laugh and shook his head. "So what do you want, Angel?"
"Bruce?" Diana summoned.
They both looked, and Elissa sprang up.
Diana was dressed in a loosely fitting, light blue blouse that was trimmed in white lace around the neckline and the cuffs of the long sleeves. Her skirt, which was knee length, was a darker blue and a very thin, satiny material that showed off the shape of her legs as she moved. The high heeled shoes she wore accentuated the shape of her legs further. Diamond earrings dangled from her ears and she had her long black hair worn back and restrained behind her with two jeweled barrettes that sparkled even in this dim light. She also wore thin rimmed glasses before her eyes, and an expression of surprise with them.
"Mom!" Elissa declared as she darted around the table to meet her. "What a surprise!
Come on and sit down. We were just about to order."
As the girl took her hand and pulled her around the table, Diana asked, "Surprise?"
"Here," Elissa offered as the reached Bruce. "Take my chair." She pulled the chair out, then strode quickly around her mother to the other side of the table. "I'll just sit over here."
Diana met Bruce's eyes, and she did not look comfortable. More than that, she could see that he did not feel so comfortable, either. Still, she hesitantly sat down, then looked to her daughter who did the same on the other side of the table.
"Wow," the girl declared. "I'm totally starving! Anybody else hungry?"
"You just ate lunch," Bruce pointed out.
"Yeah," she countered, "but that was like a half hour ago. I'm a growing girl. Got to keep my strength up." Looking around, she mumbled, "Where's that waiter?" She looked to her mother and smiled. "He's really cute! So, are we going to get appetizers or what?"
Bruce rubbed his eyes. "Elissa…"
"We need menus!" she declared with quick words. "Should I go find someone?"
"No, Angel," he replied. Looking to Diana, he raised a brow, and she just shrugged in response.
Looking to her mother, Elissa suddenly asked, "So how was Germany? I hear it's great this time of year."
"It was fine, Junior," Diana assured.
A loud clearing of his throat announced Bruce's disapproval of something and they both looked to him.
His eyes were locked on Diana as he said in a low voice, "Identities."
"I don't think my calling her that here is going to cause any problems!" Diana hissed.
"We don't take those kinds of chances and you know it," he grumbled back.
Elissa sensed the hostility between them growing and loudly cleared her throat.
"Didn't I just hear you call her Angel?" Diana snapped back.
Reaching across the table to grab her glass of milk, Elissa asked, "Anyone need a refill? I need a refill." She finished the last couple of swallows and looked around her, holding her glass up as she announced, "Dry here!"
Diana snapped, "I thought we understood that she was not to be seen publicly with Bruce Wayne."
"Nobody knows her," he countered. "All anyone sees is an assistant."
Her eyes darting from one to the other, Elissa desperately said, "Guys, seriously, it's okay. Why don't we just—"
"And you tried to scold me for running on the beach with her," Diana barked.
Bruce raised his chin, his narrow eyes locked in a challenging stare on her. "You both also changed right out in the open, and just a few miles from my house!"
Elissa pushed away from the table and slowly stood as they argued on, and when they argued on and did not notice her get up, she turned and hurried away from them.
Outside the restaurant, she looked around for the limousine, but it was not to be found. She walked a way down the sidewalk. Around the corner, there was a parking garage about a block away, concealed behind the restaurant and a couple of the other businesses, and as she saw valet drive into it with a rather expensive looking car, she headed that way.
Inside, she wandered for a while, and finally she saw the car she was looking for.
Alfred was outside of it, leaning against the closed door and talking on his cell phone, and when he looked up and saw her, he said his farewells to the party on the other end and quickly hung up.
"Miss Elissa?" he greeted hesitantly as she reached the car.
She turned and leaned back first against the car, her gaze finding the dirty concrete floor before her as she drew her shoulders up and folded her arms. Huffing a short breath through her nose, she seemed lost in her thoughts, though she was clearly aware of the man right beside her.
"Are you all right?" he asked with concern in his words.
She only shrugged in response.
"Where is Master Bruce?" he asked with the same concern to his tone.
"Still in the restaurant," she grumbled in the voice of someone much younger. "They're arguing again."
Alfred nodded and looked away from her. "I see. Perhaps they'll get it all out of their systems this time."
"They never will," she complained. "I thought having Mom meet me here to surprise him would… It was just a bad idea."
"Still a noble effort," he commended, turning his eyes to her.
"They used to love each other," she whined, trying not to cry. "And then I came along."
Shaking her head, she was clearly fighting tears as she whimpered, "It isn't supposed to be this way!"
Alfred slipped an arm around her shoulders and was about to deliver some wise words to her when she turned onto him and buried her face in his shoulder. Her body quaked and it was clear that she was trying not to cry. "There there, Miss," he comforted. "They'll find their way. This can't go on forever." When she nodded, he kissed the top of her head and assured, "It will be all right. It really will."
Elissa fought off crying, but still reached up to wipe a stray tear from her cheek.
When darkness fell she was supposed to go deep into Gotham City with Batman, but he found himself called away, leaving from the Batcave in his small jet. Her mother had been called to the Watchtower, the mysterious orbiting station that hung high in orbit. From there, the Justice League seemed to conduct most of its business, even though the official headquarters was in the city somewhere. She had not seen either place but had always dreamed of seeing both.
Spending the night alone in that big, dark and lonely mansion was not an appealing thought at all, so Golden Angel would travel into Gotham City alone, the same as she had done as Wonder Woman, but this time she would take along many of the tools her father used. She had become very accurate with the bat-arangs and had borrowed a few little smoke bombs and a grapple, not too much to weigh her down, but just a few things that might come in handy.
The dark streets of the older part of Gotham were hunting grounds for those of ill intent, and their prey was any who carelessly strayed that way. Elissa knew this and so became bait for her own needs. Wearing a well kept khaki overcoat that was draped over her shoulders served two purposes. One was against the chill that hovered in the damp air at night. The other was to conceal who she really was.
Many street lamps were out and few people shared the sidewalk in this run down and dirty part of town. On the roadside she would occasionally encounter an old car that had been left to die. Each one had all of the wheels and tires gone and many of them were missing parts here and there. A few had been burned and one or two that still had the glass intact were still inhabited, mostly by those with nowhere else to go. A few homeless people had dwellings built of boxes and pallets and whatever discarded materials they could find.
There were many eyes on her. She could feel them, could almost hear the thoughts of those who watched her. Her insight was on full alert and she found her nerves pulled taut, anticipating the battle that could be a second or a moment or an hour away.
Almost an hour later nobody had even approached her. Scanning the area, she knew that this had to be the worst part of town. There were plenty of eyes on her, plenty of bad guys down here, yet nothing was happening.
A group of rough looking young men ahead of her caught her eye and she watched them as she drew closer, and this time she dared to stop as she reached them. There were five of them, three in old leather jackets, one in a trench coat and all of them no doubt armed to one degree or another. They studied her with a hungry intent, and yet they would not move on her, would not advance.
Raising her brow, she asked in an innocent voice, "Why so standoffish?"
They all stared back at her for long seconds, then they exchanged looks and simply walked away from her, in the direction she had just come from.
"Huh," she huffed as she watched their cool retreat from her, then she shrugged and turned to resume her stroll.
Only a block was put behind her and her attention shifted to someone across the street, a man in ratty attire who had not shaven for some time. He was not walking well nor in a straight line and in his hand was a bottle wrapped in a small paper sack. She shook her head and continued on, toward an abandoned store that had the windows and glass doors broken out. This got but a glance when she noticed movement on the other side of the street again. There she saw a man and a woman walking side by side, nervously glancing about them. They did not belong in this area and keeping a discreet eye on them seemed like a good idea.
A woman standing in the doorway of the abandoned store observed, "So you're why the pickings are so slim tonight."
Elissa drew a gasp and spun to face her.
Stepping from the shadows, this was clearly a very tall woman, about Wonder Woman's height, though she did not have quite the Amazon Princess' build. Her boots were a satin black and were knee high, leaving her thighs bare all the way to the lavender leotard she wore. This leotard also left her sides and belly bare like it was designed for maximum freedom of movement and covered her chest and shoulders, where some kind of armor or padding was in place. Long black gloves covered her hands and forearms and ended just past her elbows, leaving her well toned upper arms bare. She wore a belt that reminded Elissa of Batman's with many dark purple pouches and a few throwing weapons mounted to it. A single hand crossbow was mounted to her right thigh and a dozen bolts for it were on the other. Long black hair was left unrestrained and was very long down her back, shimmering in the dim street lights. She wore a lavender colored mask that concealed most of her upper face and kept her hair in check with two long points that rose from her temples to add more height and menace to her appearance. As she approached, her blue eyes never left Elissa's.
With the woman only about six feet away, Golden Angel took a step back merely to assume a more combat ready posture. She retreated no more as she looked up at the tall woman who finally stopped right in front of her.
Raising her brow, the woman only hinted at a smile as she commented, "Nice costume. Did you stay up all night thinking it up?"
Elissa's eyes narrowed.
The woman's eyes shifted upward to the girl's forehead. "The headpiece just brings it all together."
Hesitantly, Elissa reached to her head, and she clenched her teeth as she felt her tiara still there.
With her eyes locked on the little Amazon's, the tall woman took a few purposeful steps back, and in an instant the crossbow was in her hand, though held downward.
Throwing her arms back, Golden Angel shed the overcoat and held her arms ready, her wide eyes locked on her tormentor. When the crossbow was aimed and shot in one fluid motion, she swept her arm and easily deflected the bolt.
In an instant another was loaded and shot and the results were the same.
Elissa raised a brow and dared to say, "I can stop bullets and you think you can take me down with that."
"Not at all," the woman corrected with a smile. She shot one more, then her other hand swept from her belt and sent a throwing knife right at the little Amazon.
Golden Angel calmly swept her hand in a quick blur seemingly to ward it off, then she set one hand on her hip as she raised the other hand before her—with the throwing knife between her fingers.
The woman watched as the girl casually dropped the knife, then she smiled and holstered her crossbow. Without warning, she charged and spun around, sending the heel of her boot right at Golden Angel's head.
Elissa easily blocked the kick, then spun the other way to sweep the woman's leg from under her, a maneuver that was thwarted with a quick jump and backward flip.
Landing in a crouch, the woman's brow was low over her eyes, and yet she was smiling as she observed, "I see you've been really well trained, too."
Assuming her battle stance, Elissa's eyes narrowed and she confirmed, "By the best."
"Only if you had the same teacher that I did," the woman corrected. With amazing speed, she sprang up and attacked again.
And this time Golden Angel met her head-on!
The two sparred for some time, neither managing to get the upper hand. Elissa was much quicker, much stronger, but experience favored the woman she fought and so did reach. The people hiding among the shadows and down the alleys of the dilapidated street slowly emerged as the battle raged, watching with nervous attention as the two fought.
Sometime later the more experienced of the fighters landed a kick to the girl's side in a move she did not anticipate and Elissa barked a shout as she staggered back, reaching for her side. The woman pursued and spun around to kick again, but this kick was blocked and in an unpredictable move of her own Golden Angel lunged and head-butted her opponent hard right between the eyes.
The woman slammed onto the ground flat on her back and lay there for a second as she covered her head with her hand, and unexpectedly she laughed.
Her eyes narrowing, Elissa half turned her head and stood ready.
Finally looking up at the girl, the woman shook her head and insisted, "You must have picked that up from Diana!" She offered her opponent her hand and was pulled to her feet as she held the other hand to her forehead.
"You mind telling me who you are?" Golden Angel demanded.
Taking a step back, the woman extended her arms and barked, "Come on, girl!"
Elissa looked her up and down a couple of times, then her eyes widened and she raised her chin, announcing, "Huntress!"
"Scariest thing on the streets," Huntress confirmed.
Golden Angel folded her arms and countered, "Yeah, when Batman's not around."
"Now that stung," the tall woman chided. She set her hands on her hips and asked, "So aside from showing off that really bad costume you were wearing, what are you doing out here?"
With a shrug, Golden Angel replied, "Just looking for bad guys." She glanced across the street and added, "And maybe looking out for the honest people out here."
"Don't let them fool you," Huntress advised. "Not everything is as it seems around here. They're just waiting for some poor bonehead to come along and offer to help them."
Clenching her teeth, Elissa turned her full attention to the couple as they strolled nervously down the sidewalk on the other side of the street. "That is about low, preying on other people's good will. We should go kick their butts."
"We can't do anything until they actually break the law," Huntress informed grimly, "and if we do, then we're the criminals." She slapped the girl's shoulder. "Come on… It's Golden Angel, isn't it?"
Nodding, Elissa confirmed, "Uh huh." Her eyes snapped to the tall woman. "Wait a minute. You know who I am?"
"I like to stay current," Huntress replied. A beep from her belt alerted her and she looked down as she removed what looked like some kind of smart phone. As she read the text on the small screen, she smiled and declared, "Score! Come on, Golden Girl. We have somewhere to be!"
Elissa followed her down the street, and found herself walking briskly and with quick steps just to keep up. "Where are we going?"
"Bank robbery across town. The Justice League's been called out which means there's a major bad guy involved."
Her brow dropping, Golden Angel asked, "Aren't you in the Justice League?"
Hesitation found the tall woman's steps and she started to look back at her young companion, but as the girl finally caught up to her, she simply strode on. "I'm as much a part of the Justice League as I want to be."
That seemed like a sore subject that Elissa decided would be best left not discussed.
Down an alley a block away, Huntress kicked some old crates aside to reveal her black and lavender motorcycle. As she pushed it into the open and climbed on, Elissa backed away a step as she watched her start the machine.
"Um," the girl started, "my bike's a couple of blocks the other direction."
"No time," Huntress insisted. She looked to the young heroine and barked, "Climb on if you're coming or stay here."
Golden Angel hesitated for just a second, then she threw caution aside and climbed onto the bike behind the tall woman, hesitantly slipping her arms around her waist as the machine roared and they took off.
The ride was a fast one as Huntress swerved through the scant traffic on the Gotham streets, disregarding traffic signals on her high speed chase to arrive at the crime scene.
There, across town, dozens of police cars and vans surrounded a block. SWAT teams were deployed and barricades were in place, and these Huntress negotiated around with apparent ease.
Arriving just behind the police line, she stopped the bike and lowered the kickstand, her eyes on the front of the new looking granite building that had lights trained on it from many trucks and cars. The front doors had been smashed in and some kind of armored truck was backed up to it. The whole building was street level and landscaped all around where people would approach the front. There were windows to the inside, but these had been blocked by something.
Golden Angel followed Huntress to what appeared to be the command area, right across the street from the front doors of the bank. There, many uniformed police officers and SWAT team members had their weapons trained on the bank.
Standing beside a rather large man in a trench coat, who Elissa recognized quickly as Gotham City's Detective Bullock by his voice and build, was a much shorter but muscular fellow in the unmistakable, tight fitting costume of the Atom. She glanced around, hoping to see some of the other Justice League there, and as they stopped behind Bullock and Atom, she overheard the grim news from the Detective.
"I don't know what we're supposed to do when he comes out of there," he grumbled. "The guy's bullet proof and I don't think a bazooka could stop him."
Atom added, "And there are the hostages to consider."
"Yeah," Bullock growled.
Folding his arms, Atom informed, "We need a plan and we need it fast. Metallo isn't going to wait for us to make our move."
Elissa's eyes widened. Metallo? That nervous crawl resumed in her belly and she glanced about, finally stammering, "Um… Should we wait for the Justice League to send more help?"
Everyone turned their attention on her, and nobody looked pleased with her.
Bullock took the ever present toothpick from his mouth and spat, "By the time the rest of that freak show gets here he'll—"
"Easy!" Atom barked. Looking back to Golden Angel, he explained, "We don't have time. We have to do something to get those people out of there now."
Her brow arching slightly, Elissa protested, "But that's Metallo! What are we supposed to do against him? We should call Superman or someone!"
"He's on the other side of the world," Atom informed impatiently, turning to look back to the bank. "Everyone's already called out. This one's up to us."
As everyone else shifted their attention to the bank, Elissa's eyes slid that way and she swallowed hard. Resurfacing in her memory was that first encounter with Red Panzer less than a year ago and how ineffective she was against him. The thought of facing another mechanically enhanced opponent, especially one of Metallo's power, was simply horrifying.
Swallowing hard, she reached for her cell phone and informed, "I'm going to call Wonder Woman."
Huntress cut her eyes to the girl as she folded her arms, and there was no patience in her voice as she said, "She'll never get here in time. We're on our own."
Elissa had already entered the number and pressed send, and she stared dumbly down at her phone for long seconds before putting it away and looking back to the bank. As the older heroes and the police discussed quickly what to do, indecision whirled within the young Amazon, and good judgment abandoned her again as she asked, "Are you sure Superman isn't—"
Huntress wheeled around, looming over her from less than a foot away as she barked, "Look! We're on our own here! If you are too scared to help then get back behind the police line with the onlookers. Otherwise, it's time for you to grow up, put on your big-girl panties and do your job! Got it?"
Staring up into the tall woman's eyes for long seconds, Elissa sheepishly nodded, and when Huntress turned around and folded her arms, the girl glanced around to see other people, including Atom, taking their attention from her and looking back to the bank. She felt near tears. In this moment, she did not feel like a heroine, not even a sidekick, just a whiny, scolded little girl. Turning her eyes down, she looked aside and briefly thought about walking away. She drew a breath, trying to reason out what her mother would do.
No, not her mother, not Wonder Woman. Her father! He would find a way to outthink his opponent.
She looked back to the bank, to the armored truck backed up to it. She slowly strode to Bullock's side and set her hands on her hips, raising her chin as she asked, "How many hostages are inside?"
His eyes slid to her and he sneered, "About a dozen. You want their names too?"
"Nope," she snapped back. Half turning, she looked to Atom and asked, "How small can you go?"
Atom and Huntress exchanged looks.