Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

Closed into their own personal labyrinth away from the other team, the Blackhawk finally relaxes her stance once she's convinced that the doors coming down are all that's going to happen, and looks at Bronze Tiger and Plaz.

"Guess we know which way we're headed," she says philosophically, as she glances down the hallway. "This shouldn't stop 'Riz from keepin' in touch with us, though."

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[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She blinks a few times at it. Carefully, she kneels down and picks up the offered tome, opening its crusty and yellowed pages. Blue eyes widen as she takes in its pages, and she looks over the top of the book at the critter. "You just struck gold, buddy. Maybe I won't have to shoot you after all."

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

Suddenly, through the doorway comes the head of Plastic Man, wedged through the cracks and trying to unlock the door from the inside.

"Well, Hot Damn! How'd you get up here?"

[jla-eb.livejournal.com]

The critter immediately puts himself between Zinda and the newcomer and puffs out all its hair.

Chittering in agitated tones it's obviously protecting her.