Investigating the disco ball
Feb. 23rd, 2009 11:16 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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jla_watchtowerFlamebird is in the Titans communications center. The computers are running all of the information she has from Oracle and everything she's put in there as well, though admittedly it hasn't been that much. She has a cup of coffee in her hand that has gone cold as she's staring at the screen as information continues to scroll across the screen.
"Blue Beetle?" She's not seeing anything. Then again, she doesn't do these things, she doesn't see patterns in data. That isn't something she does. "Oracle? Donna? Do any of you see anything? I really have nothing here."
C'mon. There has to be SOMETHING here. She has to be able to find something.
Right?
"Blue Beetle?" She's not seeing anything. Then again, she doesn't do these things, she doesn't see patterns in data. That isn't something she does. "Oracle? Donna? Do any of you see anything? I really have nothing here."
C'mon. There has to be SOMETHING here. She has to be able to find something.
Right?
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