Becca moved away from the chair, walking around the room. Antiques lined many shelves, as well as a variety of weapons.
“Sparrow, he isn't gone.”
Becca whipped her head around.
“What?!”
“He's still here.”
“No! I know he's gone! I saw to it myself.”
“Perhaps. But he has returned.”
Becca bit her lip, turning back to the shelf she was looking at. Something caught her eye and she picked it up.
“Shallow, what is this?”
The woman looked at the trinket Becca held in her hands. Her face paled.
“Nothing. Just a locket.”
Becca studied the woman before opening the locket.
“No!” Shallow exclaimed.
Becca looked away as a blinding flash overtook her senses. When she looked back, the locket had been taken from her hand. Shallow held it close.
“What's in there?” Becca asked.
“Power. Sparrow, you should not have done that!”
“Why not? Did I absorb it?”
“No. But it's dangerous to meddle in affairs you know nothing about.”
Becca narrowed her eyes.
“Why so cautious? You're hiding something.”
Becca was suddenly on the floor, a gun pointed to her head. Shallow stood over her, ready.
“I knew your magic would be drawn to the power. And I knew the tattoo would fool you. Rebecca Stevens, you have been sentenced to death on the charge of treason.”

“Where could she have gone?” Erin asked as the four sat in a small cafe.
“Not sure. Becca could be anywhere.”
“Have any ideas, brother?” Devin asked.
“None. Her missions send her everywhere. Whatever made her leave in the middle of the night had to be pretty big. Otherwise she'd be here.”
“Well, we have to think like Becca,” Willow said. “Get into her head.”
“And how do we do that?” Erin asked.
“I'm not sure. But Becca probably would have slapped you so...”
Willow slapped Erin on the back of the head.
“Ow! If I were Becca, I'd kick your bunda into seguinte week.”
“Can you?”
“No. Becca would restrain herself in public. Which is what I'm doing.”
Willow smirked, turning the the two others who were just sitting there.
“C'mon!” she encouraged. “If we want to find Becca, we have to act like her.”
“We are,” Devin answered. “If she was in a public place, she would try and find out what people were talking about. I'm picking up several conversations.”
“And I'm hacking every video camera this side of Gotham,” Robin explained.
“Okay. I guess you two have got this covered. I'll just look around and observe.”
“This isn't going to work!” Erin exclaimed. “We should go look around!”
“You're right Erin. Let's go.”
The four of them left. He lifted his head, pulling the fedora over his eyes. A smile tweaked his lips.
“So the sparrow is back,” he said. He downed the rest of his drink. “Perfect.”