zerocharliexray | [oom] a beautiful night in Gotham City

She puts a warm hand on Dinah's back, comforting. "She's gonna be fine," Zinda tells her, ever optimistic. "The Skipper's one tough lady. She'll be okay, and she'll wanna hear all about how you kicked those twelve brothers right back into the sea when she wakes up."

Glancing around at Bucky, she nods. "As for comms, we've got plenty. But just in case somethin' goes wrong, maybe we oughta work out our timing."

Dinah nods her agreement.

"I can tell you it won't take long," she says. "The Twelve do not fight defensively, and no one's going to be drawing a second wind.

"And they won't have any more guards, so anyone with a gun will have no issues clearing the boat. Thirty minutes?"

Zinda nods. "I'll run comms from the Aerie One," she says. "So don't you go anywhere without an earpiece, Canary."

She glances at Bucky. "If you need a weapon, I've got a locker on the Aerie One you can look through."

"Appreciate it," Bucky replies, with a nod to Zinda. "I've also got a few tricks up my sleeve," he adds, flexing his left hand just enough to make it visible without making a big deal of it.

"So thirty minutes won't be a problem."

"I never go anywhere without my trusty earpiece," Dinah lies, her hand on her chest and her tone not convincing anyone that she doesn't ditch her earpiece and her back up at every opportunity.

Though as she passes her door, she stops short. Her costume is on the Aerie, but it occurs to her she doesn't want to wear that for this occasion.

"Hang on, I'm going to grab an outfit, one sec."

She slips in quickly - anyone thinking she was going to take on the Twelve Brothers in Silk in skinny jeans and a belly shirt will be disappointed.

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"You've got one on the Aerie – oh, she's gone already," Zinda says, fondly exasperated, as the door closes behind the Canary. "If she keeps that earpiece in for more than five minutes, we'll be on the right track."

Ted grunts and claps Connor on the shoulder. "We're goin' up," he says. "I'll give Helena the plan so far."

"You're aces, hon," Zinda tells him, and waves as he and Connor head along the hall to the elevator that leads to the roof and the Aerie One.

Bucky's looking after where Dinah's vanished, then slants a look at Zinda. "Independent sort, huh?"

His gaze shifts to Sharon as he hooks a thumb under the cord to pull out the amulet he'd picked up in his room. "Think you could use this without breaking the stupid rules?" He makes sure to hold it up so they can both see it clearly.

"Some kind of protection from magic; it also makes missiles easier to avoid, accelerates healing, and helps keep the head clear under stress. A friend of mine loaned it to me a while back."

Before either of them can point out that he could use it, he adds, "I already have some of that kind of thing built in. You know it, I know it."

Zinda holds up her hands. "All I know is 'no weapons,'" she points out. "I don't see how anyone could kick up a fuss 'bout a lil necklace like that."

Sharon studies the amulet, reaching out to touch it lightly. "Pretty sure we won't need to deal with magic or projectiles," she points out. "But I won't say no to a little extra clarity. Sounds like we're going to need it."

He pulls it over his head and hands it to Sharon. "Don't get killed," he says, trying to keep it light and teasing. "I'll be mad as hell if you do."

He'll never forgive himself either, but that's separate. He turns to Zinda.

"You either. Hear me?"

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"No fear," Zinda says. "I'll be safe as houses up in the Aerie One."

Sharon smiles at him and puts her hands briefly on his chest as she looks up into his face. "You can't get rid of me that easy, Barnes," she murmurs. "You better stay alive, too."

"Everyone stay alive please," Dinah says as she rejoins them. She's slipped into a white catsuit, easy to move in, and not too thick. At this level, she figures, armour is only a hindrance.

She meets Zinda's eyes, and shrugs. "Hey, if they haven't figured out that Ms Crenshaw is the Black Canary, I'm not going to give them a reason not to underestimate me."

"Too bad you can't just Canary Cry 'em into the water and leave it at that," Zinda says, wistful, as they start towards the end of the hall.

"But I guess this is the next best thing."

"Sometimes you just have to roll with the punches," Dinah says, adding in the same breath: "Literally.

"Which reminds me." She clicks her fingers in annoyance of having forgotten earlier. "I'm your back up there. If you have any problems with the ship, signal me asap and I'll blow it up from the dock."

"Oh, no you don't," Zinda says, with spirit. "You're gonna have your hands full, you dizzy blonde. I'll load the Sarge here up with some charges. If anythin' goes wrong on my end, he can set them and blow it sky-high once he's off."

She points at Dinah as they get into the elevator. "You can be his back-up. Otherwise, keep your head in the fight."

"I have pretty extensive experience making things explode," Bucky assures Dinah, laconically. "Don't worry about it. Zinda and I've got this part."

"The shipment's the priority," Dinah says, just for the avoidance of doubt. "Apart from it being Oracle's personal request, no one will want to tell Batman how it got here."

Zinda's right, though. It would be nice to just scream the thing into pieces and be back before Babs woke up.

The elevator door dings and opens to the glowing Gotham night. On the roof, washed in floodlights, the Aerie One waits patiently, a little knot of people hanging around near the hatch.

"There's my baby," Zinda says, fondly, and leads the way to the jet, the hatch opening and unfolding to them as they near it. She tips her head at Bucky. "C'mon, Sarge. Let's get you kitted out. And I'll find that comm for you, Canary," she tells Dinah. "So don't you go runnin' off without it."

"You got it," Bucky says, and nods to Sharon before he follows Zinda to the Aerie One like a dark shadow. It's not the first time he's been on the trim little jet, of course, but this is different.

She leads him through the updated passenger section, with its comfy seats and banks of computers, toward the tail. "These are mine," she tells him, as she opens a series of weapons lockers. "The other gals aren't so keen on firearms."

"Nice selection," he observes, as he browses through them. "Incendiaries too?"

"In that foot locker, there."

She nods to it as she opens another locker and removes her uniform – neatly pressed, the pleats of her skirt razor-sharp. "Take whatever you need, sugar. I trust you to take care of my gear."

"I will," he affirms, as he starts picking from among handguns and rifles, grenades and other explosives.

"And if anything happens to any of it, I'll replace it."

"Don't worry about that, honey. We've got a line of credit with Ted Kord's company that would make a Rockefeller blush."

She slings her uniform on its hangar over her shoulder and starts making her way toward the nose of the jet. "Be right back with those comms."

"I'll be here."

By the time she returns, he'll have pulled a full kit and started planning where to plant explosives on the ship to serve as backup to whatever weapons the Aerie One is carrying.

When Zinda comes back, she's out of her jeans and t-shirt, dressed instead in her trim uniform, her boot polished to a shine, her hat nocked on her head. As she comes up to him, she holds out an earbud in one gloved hand.

"Here y'are, sugar."

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