Log: Birds of Prey... flock?

[origamiguardian.livejournal.com]

WHO: Donna Troy (wondah) and Maggie Mui (origamiguardian). And possibly Oracle? (sibyllant)?
WHERE: Same house Tim got tortured in
WHEN: Late Thursday afternoon, after Tim is rescued and the scene is cleared
WARNINGS: None I can think of
SUMMARY: Oracle asks Wonder Girl and Paper Sister to investigate Tim and Dick's disappearance, but they are too late
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Maggie flew by familiar to a few blocks away, landed in a quiet alley and ran the rest of the way to the location she had been assigned. She walked toward the designated spot, hands in pocket, like she was out for a walk, but she remained alert for signs of any trouble, as well as for her assigned partner.

She knew little about Miss Troy other than that her recipe for whoopie pies had been delicious, and thanks to her she had to try to disabuse her six-year-old roommate of a rather misconceived notion about what testicles were, but she imagined that neither of these facts would be of consequence in the matter at hand.

Tugging on her still shiny new Birds of Prey transmitter necklace, she approached the location from a sidestreet.

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[wondah.livejournal.com]

She folded her arms and observed Maggie work, shooting her a curious glance before scanning the visible windows from where she was standing, looking up at the roof and the structure of the place. Though they had to be careful, they also couldn't afford to waste too much time.

"Method of entry you prefer? To be honest, I'm partial to just breaking down that door, or at least putting a hole through it so I can open it from the inside."

She paused, looking over at her partner once again. "How firm can those cards get? Can you push in the lock from the crack between the door? Form a hand to open?"

The Amazon was a bit anxious to get to her Robins.

[origamiguardian.livejournal.com]

Maggie sensed her partner's anxiety, nodded, and the paper in her hand straightened. It developed a near sheen, as the thin material hardened itself. She slid the card into the door and sliced straight through the door's bolts. Assuming no alarms went off then, she tapped the now permanently unlocked door open with her foot.

Cutting wasn't her specialty, but she could still provide the basics in that regard. She'd opened a jail cell door once (best not to tell her newfound teammates about that till she could explain in trust)--this was no problem.