High Fliers
Chapter 3
"Kid. Kid! KID!!" Green Arrow yelled at the hysterically screaming young woman. Finally getting his feet back under him after she had stopped trying to shake his teeth down to his appendix. "They're gonna be fine. The plane's being set down in the harbour and-"
"Oh that's just genius! The damn thing cannae even fly an' you think it'll float?!"
Suddenly Ollie found himself face down in the road as the girl vaulted the police cordon and sped in the direction of the descending plane.
"....I hate civilians." He grumbled as he clambered to his feet. "Hey anyone in the Harbour area better watch out." He sent out over his communicator. "The British are coming. And she's weird."
Wynn ignored the sting in her feet as she charged down the road. She kept a half an eye on the plane as she dodged pedestrians and the occasional EMT. She’d finally lost the screechy blonde in the S&M gear who had been chasing her about a block or so ago. She had decided to just focus on getting back to her brother and sister, all the other weird shit that had been happening could be dealt with later. Barrelling round another corner she finally reached what had to be the Harbour area. She grinned as she pelted down the pier towards the plane which was now only a matter of feet over the water. She slowed to a stop when a shadow fell over her.
WHAM
Someone tackled her to the ground with all the subtlety of a runaway train leaving her gasping for breath.
“Metropolis P.D.” A man’s voice grated into her ear. His breathing heavy like he had been chasing her a while. “Halt!”
“....Halted.” Wynn wheezed as she struggled to reinflate her lungs.
“Oi Wanker! Get the hell off my sister!”
Wynn tilted her head to look up in the direction of the new voice. She could feel/sense whoever was on her back doing the same. The plane was closer now and about ten feet from the water and Lark was leaning almost completely out of the hole in the side. Wynn could just make out a pale hand tugging on the material of his shirt as the teen shook a clenched fist at the pair on the dock.
“Lark Geoffrey Stuart! You get back inside a’fore-”
“WHOUALP!!”
SPLOSH
Wynn sighed as she thumped her forehead against the wooden planks beneath her.
“My” thump ”Mum’s” whack “Gonnae” slam “Kill” bash “Me!” blam
“Uh....You have the right to remain silent?” the Great Leaping Detective offered.