Janna's stomach tightened and a band began tightening around her forehead. She cast an anxious gaze around the room. She recognized the feeling... it was the same one she got everytime she and Nancy were in the same room. Nancy the Black was here. A quick look was enough to assure her that, if her instincts were correct, Nancy was not here in her trademark black clothing and mask. Of course, she reminded herself, you aren't exactly advertising you are the Green Sister, either. Somehow it had never occurred to her that Nancy also had a life outside of her criminal activities. In her favorite show growing up, Batman, the Joker, Riddler, and Penguin were always the Joker, Riddler, and Penguin.
Janna and Mark were ushered toward the far end of the tent. Janna's sense of danger increased around the middle of the tent and then eased off as they walked toward the back. Further away from Nancy. Further away from being able to tell who Nancy was. She craned her neck scanning the room behind her.
"What's wrong?" Mark asked in a whisper.
"Nothing," Janna said, turning her attention back toward the front. "Just looking at everyone."
As they were directed to sit in chairs at separate desks, Janna and Mark exchanged glances. Janna could see her emotions echoed in Mark's eyes...no matter how much they might distrust each other, there was comfort in being together.
Janna sat in the chair and folded her hands in her lap, waiting for someone to come question her. She mentally itemized the few items on the desk: blotter, pens, papers. She tried to make out what the papers said, but before she could she heard the desk chair being pulled back. She glanced up and her mouth went dry. Of all the people in the military to be assigned to question her, why did it have to be him?
Janna and Mark were ushered toward the far end of the tent. Janna's sense of danger increased around the middle of the tent and then eased off as they walked toward the back. Further away from Nancy. Further away from being able to tell who Nancy was. She craned her neck scanning the room behind her.
"What's wrong?" Mark asked in a whisper.
"Nothing," Janna said, turning her attention back toward the front. "Just looking at everyone."
As they were directed to sit in chairs at separate desks, Janna and Mark exchanged glances. Janna could see her emotions echoed in Mark's eyes...no matter how much they might distrust each other, there was comfort in being together.
Janna sat in the chair and folded her hands in her lap, waiting for someone to come question her. She mentally itemized the few items on the desk: blotter, pens, papers. She tried to make out what the papers said, but before she could she heard the desk chair being pulled back. She glanced up and her mouth went dry. Of all the people in the military to be assigned to question her, why did it have to be him?
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