A knock on the door surprised the girls. Had thirty minutos gone por that fast? Looking at the clock, the girls realized that only ten minutos had passed. Curious, Willow opened the door. She stifled a scream as her eyes landed on another mysterious note. Grabbing the evidence, she ran back into the living room.
“We have another problem,” she announced.
“Not another one,” Erin whined, seeing the note in Willow's hands.
“Yeah. And I didn't open it.”
Sylver took the paper, leitura the note aloud.
“To whom it so concerns. This is your last warning. Release your little Sparrow or suffer dire consequences at the Hand's expanse.”
They all glanced around, looking at each other. Whoever the Hand was, they were serious. And deadly. But why the Hand wanted someone named Sparrow, they didn't know. As if a light went off, they all looked at each other.
“Sparrow. Robin calls Becca that.”
“They must be talking about Becca,” Devin realized.
“Why?” Val asked.
“I don't know. There must be a reason.”
“There's always a reason,” Kitty said.
“It doesn't matter. We've been threatened twice. Becca may have given us an order, but this involves us all,” Erin declared. “We have to tell Young Justice about these notes.”

Becca stayed where she was, body pressed against the wall, right por the open door. She had heard the last statement and their agreement. They had disobeyed an order? Even though it was a rare thing, her orders? Not only that, but she could hear the girls calling up her former team now. They were actually going to do this! Betrayal stabbed her coração and tears threatened to nuvem her vision. Without a noise, she slipped away. She went into her room, took a resignation sheet, signed her name, and left it on her escrivaninha, mesa with the light on. She dressed in her shade garb, carregando up all her weapons. She put her mask on, hiding her teary eyes. She looked around her room, trying her hardest not to give in to the pain she was feeling.
Taking a deep breath, she walked out of the room. She used the back door, being as quiet as possible. She took a quick look around and blinked back harsh tears. Vero nickered and Becca went up to him. She touched her forehead to his, feeling an overwhelming urge to hide in his stall for the rest of her life. But she didn't. With a huge sigh, she pulled away, kissed his nose, and turned around. He nudged her back, but she ignored it. Gathering her strength, Becca walked away. She used back roads, making sure not to be seen. If any of the Young Justice team saw her, her plan was screwed. She felt a strange feeling overtake her and her pain turned to rage. She walked faster, hiding in the shadows and watching for any sign of a procurar attempt. It would have been useless to keep her guard up, but she did so anyways.
“Too bad they decided to disobey,” Becca muttered.
Her whole body felt ignited with a raging fire. She wanted to run, scream, and hurt something. She was in the mood to hurt back. They had openly talked about their plans. Big mistake. Becca never took her emotions lightly. The last thing she really needed was team issues. But, dammit, they had hurt her and she was in the mood to hurt back! Her anger boiled inside. She paused to take a breath and looked towards the almost invisible sun line. They hadn't noticed her disappearance. Otherwise she would have noticed. With a growl, she turned back to the road. Her legs were getting tired but Becca didn't care. She was almost to Gotham.