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Who: STEPHANIE, KATE, HELENA, and JASON
What: vigilante anti-Militia party
Where: Deadman's Walk 12, Dog Fenn; assorted other locations possibly
When: backdated to the night of Jan. 31 and into the wee hours of Feb. 1
Notes: there are some different sections, one for Kate and Steph to meet up/coordinate, one for Helena and Jason to do the same, and one where y'all tag anyone you want GO WILD, because coordinating 4 people in different time zones is just not gonna work
Warnings: torture and general violence!

Helena had told him she'd meet him there, as finding a baby-sitter with little warning isn't always easy. He uses the travel time to take notes on the four different transmissions he'd received, sorting the information and prioritizing it. Of the four, the Howl Barrow raid kept his attention the most. There is a face, a name, and an address. That seems promising, and he figures, it would be best to move fast.

People talk about the transmissions in brief, hushed intervals, but he sits there like he really is studious chemistry major Nate, head down, notepad filling up. There is, however, a long black bag at his feet, heavy with useful things that would be difficult to explain were anyone to open it right here, right now.

No one does, of course. Even busy, Jason tends to exude a certain sense of fuck off please, an attitude generally respected by Baedal citizens of all stripes.

Helena is his only real ally right now; it would take an emergency for him to think of calling on Tim, Barbara, Superboy, or Stephanie. And this isn't an emergency yet. He's sure they can handle this, as long as they're quick. He does imagine that other people are taking similar actions across town, and he spares enough time to think that sooner or later, they're going to have to coordinate, somehow. He doesn't know how soon that will be true.

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"No, we follow."

That's a pretty quick decision on account of where there's smoke, there's fire, or in this case, where there's Militia, there's a hideout. They can kill two birds with one stone here: find out where the Militia keeps a home and quite possibly find where Henry's gone.

With another nod, Kate quickly climbs on top of garbage cans to get to the fire escape of the building they're crouched down by, getting to the roof top in record time. She can see better from up here.

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"Right," Steph doesn't bother climbing up, she pulls out her grapple gun and uses that to pull herself up to the roof, climbing over the edge about the same time Kate does. Then she finds a spot that gives her a good view of the building.

She zooms in with her lenses, "They're still rifling through the house, but it looks like they aren't finding anything."

Any other night and Kate would have teased Steph about being a cheater again, but there is no time for jokes and playful banter tonight. "Probably looking for where he went. I doubt the Militia likes when their dirty deeds get broadcasted," she says, pulling out her own small pair of binoculars. "Or when somebody up and decides that they're done with them."

Suddenly, the group leaves the house with the same force they came in, knocking over Henry's belongings and leaving the door wide open for whoever and whatever to come in. Kate's up on her feet in seconds, sliding down another piece for the second time tonight. "Time to go, Steph. No sleeping on the job."

"I wonder if they have a way to track employees," it sounds weird calling militia agents employees, but it's the first word that comes to mind and fits well enough.

It takes her a second to zoom out, but then she's up and heading after Kate, throwing herself off the side of the roof and catching onto the fire escape at regular intervals to slow her descent before she lands on the ground with a soft sound of her feet hitting the ground. Her boots are good at absorbing impact without making to much noise, and she's grateful for it now. When they're both down, Steph heads to the end of the alley - careful to keep to the shadows - to check which way the militia are heading.

"I wouldn't doubt it." If they can track the residents, why not the employees? Seems only natural for power-tripping bastards to do that.

Kate's only a few steps behind Steph, letting her take point for now while she keeps an eye on their backs, just in case.

She wonders if Henry still has his CiD on him, because those seem like the main tracking methods that the militia use, but like Kate, she wouldn't be surprised if they had other options. It doesn't really matter how though, the important thing is if they can.

"It looks like they're heading away from the houses. There are shops and restaurants a few blocks away." She tells Kate, looking back at her for a moment before starting to move in the direction the militia agents went, keeping a good distance between their last man and herself.

"Where the hell are they going?"

It's a hypothetical question whispered through clenched teeth as Kate's patience is tested to the limit. If they manage to pick up more members along the way, her and Steph will quickly be outnumbered.

One Militia man turns his head towards them, looking as if he suspects they're being followed and it's just a sliver of luck and shadow that Kate gets to yank Steph by her cape into an short alley. He stands there for a few long seconds before turning back and speeding up to catch up with his brothers. That was way too close.

She is extremely grateful her cape goes around her shoulders rather than her neck, that would've been painful otherwise. She waits a while before speaking.

"Maybe Henry's on the run?" It could just be coincidence that they're heading that way, although somehow Steph doubts it, "Do you want to go up?"

She means up to the rooftops, where it's less likely someone will turn around and see them. People very rarely think to look above them.

Going upwards is a good idea. It's darker on the roofs than on the sidewalk and if they accidentally make any noise, most people would just chalk it up to nighttime animals.

Once they're safely on the top of a brownstone, Kate gives Steph a sheepish expression. "Sorry about that. It was the first thing closest to me."

She climbs up this time, because the buildings not tall enough to warran a grappling hook and it's just as easy to pull herself up.

"It's okay," she smiles, small but forgiving, "It stopped us from getting spotted, and at least it wasn't my hair."

It's a good thing that for this block, all the buildings are attached so moving from one to the other just involves a few steps or a small climb over a wall. Moving along with the Militia is easy as pie and it doesn't take long to pinpoint exactly where they're headed.

"Dinner?" Kate ask with a quizzical look towards Steph as the gang stands in front of a restaurant. "Let's get them before the appetizer."

She keeps up easily, moving almost completely silently beside Kate and keeping a constant watch on the militia to make sure none of them are getting suspicious.

"Should we split up?" She's frowning at the scene, not sure what it means, but she thinks it might be best if they come at the militia from two directions.

Kate nods at that idea. With this many of them, they need all the advantages they can get. It's quick shimmy and Kate's on the sidewalk in the darkest shadows, watching them enter the building. "I take front, you take back."

Steph lands beside her, "Be careful. We'll meet back at the park if things go to hell."

She doesn't wait for an answer before disappearing back into the shadows, carefully skirting around the building to make her way to the back entrance. She leaves her bo staff in it's holster for now, taking out a few batrangs instead before sneaking in.

That's all well and good because Kate doesn't bother answering anyway as she's busy stringing her bow and making sure everything is set and in place before she kicks in the door.

There's no do-over here.

some people just deserve to die.

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