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Well, looks like her attack was quite effective. Even without the missile, she'd been putting quite the number on his pillbox construct, enough so that he had to fortify it with extra walls, which also started breaking. And then when the missile did come in, it completely busted his defenses, burying him in rubble and leaving him partially vulnerable to the remaining weapons. Looks like she'd have to keep this attack in mind for other confrontations.

Seeing as he seemed to be down for now, Evelyn dispelled the weapons and portal-like constructs and gave her ring one of her preset commands. "Ring, begin Mercy protocol." With that, the ring got to work on healing her up, focusing first on her grazed arm, then her bruised side. It wouldn't be healed completely, but it was enough to stop what little bleeding there was and hopefully lessen the bruises that would show up later. It would do until she could get somewhere to recharge and rest up.

Her attention was drawn back to her opponent as the green rubble vanished and he got to his feet. Honestly, she was impressed that he was able to get up at all, considering the kind of hit he took. It was obvious he didn't get out unscathed, though. Watching him carefully, she gave a wry grin as he complimented her tactics. "Well, thank you. You're pretty tough to have survived it! And it's funny, you remind me of someone, too. You've got the same sort of no-nonsense attitude he does."

He had the same red hair, too, and for a moment she wondered if it was as soft as George's was. She remembered getting drunk with him one time, one of those nights where they'd shared some whiskey and just talked into the early hours, and on a whim she'd ruffled his hair. Being drunk as she was, she'd marveled at how soft it was and kept playing with it until he told her to cut it out. The memory made her heart ache for a brief moment, before she shook her head and scowled to herself. Those days were long gone, and she needed to stop reminiscing about them. George wasn't her friend anymore, not after abandoning her like he had.

Tilting her head at the Green Lantern, she mused, "So, shall we call this a draw? It's not in my orders to kill, and I think I've gotten all I need from you for now." Giving another Cheshire grin, she added, "Though if you want to keep fighting, I won't complain. I've still got plenty of fight left in me, and the more info I can put in this report, the better." Once this was all over, she'd send the report on this hero back to Sinestro, then move on to the next one until she was given orders to do otherwise. She'd look for George in her spare time.

Based on how quiet her opponent was at first, Evelyn would guess that he was confused. After all, it wasn't every day that your enemy offered a draw, especially after not taking an easy opportunity to wreck you even more. But like she said, her orders weren't to kill. For now, her orders were to learn what she could about the new heroes and send that information back to Sinestro, who would do with it what he saw fit.

Watching him carefully as he straightened up, she was prepared for him to reject her offer, but to her surprise, he accepted, telling her that he'd make her regret it if she caused any trouble. "Oh, will you now? I can't wait to see you try," she mused, giving him a slight smirk. She could tell how serious he was, but she wasn't scared of him. From what she could tell, they were pretty evenly matched, so she doubted he'd be able to take her down very easily, and certainly not without taking a good bit of damage from her. After all, she was one of Sinestro's favorites for a reason.

But anyway, she had a report to make, calling out a playful "Later, 'gator~!" as she floated up and zipped off, compiling what she'd learned and sending it off to her boss as she flew. However, as she flew through the night sky, her stomach grumbled, and she was again reminded that technically, she was homeless and had no income. No way to purchase or prepare food. She could just go to a random bar again and wait for some guy to offer her a drink or something, but that was only a short term solution. She needed an apartment and a job.

Problem was, she was dead by all records. She couldn't sign any papers or apply for a job under her real name, and even if she used a fake name, she would have no references or credit or anything else she would need. She needed a whole new identity. For that, she could just go to any crime lord, but she wanted this to be thorough. After a few more minutes of consideration, she relayed her dilemma to Sinestro, asking if there was anyone on Earth she should go to to do something about this.

A few minutes later, a reply came back: Lex Luthor.

~Exit~

Company: None
Thoughts: What happened here
Quiver:
62/75 (Total)

29/35 Standard
6/7 Freezing Arrows
4/4 Smoke Arrows
3/3 Injection Arrows
3/4 Ensnarement Arrows
5/5 Explosive Arrows
4/4 Proximity Dampener Arrows
2/3 Flashbang Arrows
0/1 Router Arrow
1/2 Grappling Arrows
2/2 Polarity Arrows
2/2 Blackout Arrows
1/3 Splinter Arrows

Parking his Ducati a few blocks away safely out of sight, Green Arrow made his way stealthily to the base. Of all places, a military base. I should have known this wouldn't be an easy day. he thought as he made his way around the outside of the base. Fortunately the night sky helped give him a decent amount of cover. As he made his way around dodging the sight of military personnel, Justin caught sight of the watchtower whose spotlight was firmly planted on the stack of smoke bellowing out of the ocean. It was further out than he thought, so addressing it directly was impossible for him at the moment. There was a handful of soldiers on the beach near motorboats standing around wreckage that had washed ashore. He had an idea but it was a risky one to say the least. Carefully turning the corner, he fired an explosive arrow at a piece of debris he saw floating about in the water. As it landed it gave a loud boom alarming the men on the beach. "What was that?! Check it out on the double!" the commanding officer ordered as the rest boarded the vessel and saluted. As he ran inside Justin took the opportunity to silently make his way towards the wreckage that washed ashore. As he examined it carefully he couldn't recognize much, save for one bit that had a slight glow to it. This would have to do for now because the longer he stayed, the more likely he was to be caught. Sliding the device into one of his suit pockets he carefully made his way back towards the way he came in. And one more thing. He thought to himself as he turned back. He readied an arrow towards the bottom side of the watchtower and let it fly. As the router arrow firmly planted itself into the wall in a tiny corner out of sight he gave a slight grin and resumed his exit.

As he arrived back at his motorcycle he began to wonder. What could have happened here? His confrontation with Catwoman took more time than he'd have liked it too, and it seemed he missed a fairly big event in the meantime. Hopefully further tests back at the Quiver would help shed some light on the technology he recovered from the sight and if not, there was the data feed from the base he was siphoning already waiting for him. (exit)