Owner	Pose
Lady Blackhawk	Lennox Hill Hospital, New York City. Emergency Room Ward. About halfway through Nurse Billings' shift, she receives a text from an unknown number. Unknown in the sense that the number isn't registered, although it's certainly 'known' to Sandra by now. <A car will be waiting after your shift. Garage Level 3. O> Yes, it's a text from the mysterious 'Oracle', apparently with a summons of some sort.
Sandra Billings	<< You got me on a bad night. Black Dragons gang just ended up murdered. All of them. We're filled with bodies. Give me a few hours. >> It's nearly five in the morning that Sandy is finally off her shift as she makes her way into the garage. She looks exhausted, but at least dressed in her casual clothes of jeans and a sweater. Her hair is pulled up behind her in a messy pony tail. Her face has several dark rings under her eyes. A life of a night nurse. Little to no sleep and living on adrenaline.
Lady Blackhawk	Just as Sandy steps out into Level 3 of the garage, she almost runs into a black stretch limo. The back door is open, and standing next to it is a familiar sight. Zinda Blake even LOOKS like a chauffeur in her Blackhawk uniform, complete with cap and white gloves. The short skirt puts her a bit outside, of course, as does the wide smile. "Your chariot awaits, ma'am." she greets. "Looks like y'all had a rough night, but you can get some shut-eye on th' plane. Ah'm takin' you someplace that ain't seen visitors in about 70 years."
Sandra Billings	".. Whaaat?" Sandy is obviously exhausted as she stares at the limo, rubbing a hand over her face a few times before she peeks in at Zinda. "I'm going on a plane? Err.. I don't.. have clothes.. I smell bad.. what are we doing?" She climbs into the limo, scooting in before closing the door behind her. After buckling in, she searches the back for something to nibble on, or drink. She is starving. Another fourteen hour shift without a lunch break. "Can we get Mickey D's breakfast on the way?"
Lady Blackhawk	Zinda closes the door behind Sandy and walks around to get into the driver's seat. Starting up the limo, she pulls away and winds out of the garage. "Drive through? Sure thing, sugah." she calls back to the expansive passenger compartment. "Not sure how this beast is gonna fit, but we'll manage. An' don't worry 'bout nothin'. Mah jet's got a cozy little shower, too." There's a pause, and Zinda turns into a McD's drive through to order. Once that's taken care of, she pulls forward and continues. "Ah've been asked to take y'all out to a lil' island in the Atlantic. It's classified, but y'all are cleared by Oracle. So that's good for me."
Sandra Billings	Yawning again loudly, Sandy gives a nod of her head. She passes her order over. Three Sausage Egg and Cheese biscuit sandwiches and the largest coffee ever. "We're heading out to an island in the Atlantic.. do you know why?" Scrubbing her face a few times with her hands, she lets out a sigh and then leans back into the cushions of the chair. "This is nice. Fancy. You picking everyone up in a limo or am I just special?"
Lady Blackhawk	Once the food run is complete, Zinda heads out onto the highway and to the airport. Not one of the larger ones, but a smaller, regional airport. "Well part of mah job with this outfit is chauffeur, whether it's in a private jet, a gunship, or a sleek, black limo." she explains. "An' Ah wasn't given any specific instructions, other than t'just show you around." Pause. "We're goin' to Blackhawk Island, by the way. It's where Blackhawk Squadron flew outta during the war." THE War.
Sandra Billings	"Oh. That doesn't sound ominous or anything. Blackhawk Island." Sandy says with another yawn, then takes a bite of her sandwich. A big bite. She's starving. "Who else is going to tag along? We bringing Kid-Ninja again? One of the many Bat-Girls?" Now that she is getting some food in her, she is perking up a bit and feeling more lively. She leans forward to peek into the front seat, giving a sip on her orange juice. "What are we looking to find out there?"
Lady Blackhawk	Zinda chuckles softly at the questions. "Patience, sugah. Ah know what we're gonna find there, 'cause Ah used-ta live there. But it's jus' you an' me for this trip." The drive to the regional airport isn't a long one, and she pulls the limo right up to a small jet. It looks like a private executive jet, all in black with the yellow 'Blackhawk' logo prominently displayed on the tail. The engines are idling and there's a man at the bottom stair waiting. "She's all fueled, checked out, and ready, Miss Blake."