--Barbara--

Man, I thought as I left the computer store. Jon's going to HATE me for staying out this late.

See, Jonathan is WAY too protective. Not just of me, but of everybody, especially the kids. He's just so paranoid.

Anyway, as I wheeled myself along the sidewalk, I noticed it was almost dark. I considered calling Jonathan or Roy to come pick me up, but I decided against it. I wasn't completely helpless after all.

-KC-

I noticed, after a while, that it was beginning to get dark. Giselle and I had been walking down the streets aimlessly, neither of us saying a word, for quite a while now. I was about to suggest making our way back to my house when I saw someone a little ways ahead of us.

This devious thought had been running through my head since we had left the house. Surely the group that had been to my house earlier was suspecting something. It was an obvious giveaway, really. The one detective-or whatever he may be- I had ran into on the streets found me suspicious, surely.

So I had to come up with a solution. Something that would catch the attention of the law enforcers out there, working my case- that of the teenage blonde girl- right now. Kidnapping seemed like a very alluring option at this point.
Giselle pulled her coat closer to her body as a cold breeze swept by. I examined the person infront of us; she was disabled, in a wheelchair. An easy target. I leaned over to Giselle, staying casual, and whispered something in her ear. I explained my plan quickly, and she looked up at me, wide-eyed. She began to protest, but I stopped her, and stopped walking. She stopped as well, and I pulled her aside, away from the...victim. I eventually persuaded her, for I figured I would need help. She was obviously against it, but Giselle gave in. And so the task began.

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(Dun dun! xP Aww, poor KC has paranoid issues. )

--Barbara--

I had been on the sidewalk by myself for a while, until finally I noticed two people ahead of me. They looked a bit suspicious, so I tried to ignore them, keeping my head down. If worst came to worst, I had both of my escrimsa sticks on hand. If that didn't work, Jonathan had made me put in a "distress" button that I could press, immediately alerting him.((<--Too easy...)

(Escrimsa sticks? What're those? '^^)

-KC-

Giselle began to walk up to the woman in the wheelchair, talking to her casually. As Giselle greeted the lady, I pretended to be walking the opposite way, behind the two of them. Once she had the conversation going, I began my 'attack', if you will.

First, I looked around, making sure that there would be no witnesses. Then, when I was absolutely sure that there was no one around, I snuck up behind the lady in the wheelchair. I wrapped my arm around her neck and pulled up, pushing down on her neck as well. It was just enough force to turn her unconcious, but not enough to suffocate her to death. Within a few moments of struggling, she was unconcious. I looked at Giselle, satisfied.. She looked back at me, worried.

"That was unexpectedly easy," I admitted, satisfied.

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(Sorry it was so...short. '^^ I am feeling very uncreative today. '^^)

(Bo-staffs. Remember those thingies Robin used to use in the animated series, the long metal staffs? Like those, except only about two feet long, tops.

...I'm not sure Babs would start up a conversation with some random stranger, nor just let someone come up behind her and suffocate her, but whatever. ^^')

--Barbara--

Crap. Crap, crap, crap!!! How could I let someone do that?! HOW COULD I LET THAT HAPPEN?!

I should've just ignored the girl when she started talking me, saying I was in a hurry or something. But nooo. I SHOULD'VE noticed the guy sneaking around behind me. I SHOULD'VE fought back when he put his arm around my neck and started to suffocate me. Nope. I'm an idiot. I'm a frikkin' idiot.

Well, I don't envy the person who did this when Jonathan finds me. Because he will find me. I know he will. He has to.

(Nah, that's okay. ^^

Oooh, he DOES sound stalker-ish, doesn't he? He's just really protective of his teams/really paranoid...)

-KC-

When the lady in the wheelchair woke up, we were safely back at my house. Darkness had taken over the light outside, but it seemed as if I would have to wait on the others downstairs.

"Good evening," I said, almost teasingly, when the woman woke up. "How was your sleep?"

She was now helpless, I had made sure of that. I had confiscated any weapons she had, surprised that she had any at all, honestly.

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(Again, sorry for the shortness. '^^ I'm feeling uncreative, as I've said about a million times already.)

--Barbara--

When I woke up, I was seemingly in a house or apartment of some sort. My wheelchair was gone, and I was on the ground.

The man who had done this was standing in front of me. He sarcastically asked how my sleep was.

"Go to hell," I muttered under my breath, glaring at him.

Suddenly, I recognized him. Earlier, Jonathan had given me a picture of someone, saying he had gotten it from some security camera. Told me to find out who he was. He hadn't made it seem to important, so I hadn't gotten around to it. Now I recognized this man as the man from the picture.

-KC-

I laughed at the woman's muttered threat.

"You have no idea how many times I have heard that in my life. It is becoming a common thing for me, actually," I began, but stopped, noticing a different expression take over the woman's face. It was a subtle expression, but it was still there.

"Recognize something?" I asked, amused.

--Barbara--

I scowled.

"You killed someone last night. By how you're acting, obviously not your first," I replied, glaring at him. I noticed the question in his eyes, and answered it before he could even ask it.

"You met my "boss". Tall, bright yellow hair, big scar across his left eye," I explained.

--KC--

I smiled.

"Ah, yes. Jonathan, was it? He seemed like a nice man. Somewhat arrogant, but nice, I suppose. He looked like a great team leader." My voice was tinted with the slightest of sarcasm.

I watched the woman scowl at me.

"And you would be right in saying that the blonde I killed last night was not my first." I kept the smile on my face, being indifferent to the woman's scowling.

"So, what is your name?" I asked simply, as if we were having the conversation of two people who just met, as if nothing bad was happening at all.

--Barbara--

I caught myself chuckling slightly at his comments about Jonathan.

Don't you dare laugh at something he said! I yelled in my mind. This psycho may very well kill you, idiot.

He asked me my name, and I gave it to him--kinda.

"Oracle," I replied.

--KC--

"Oracle," I repeated, letting the smile fade. I was silent for a moment, until a smirk crawled onto my face. "Not your real name, obviously, but it will work."

Suddenly, Giselle walked in the room.

"Oh," she stated, as if she were interupting something. "She's awake."
I nodded, as if to say obviously. Then she continued.
"What are we going to do with...um...John, and...uh...Michelle?" she asked, probably trying not to give out to much information. She sounded confused. I thought it over for a second.

"We'll have to take care of them tomorrow. Right now, I have something else to take care of." I said, looking in the woman's direction.