Silver Wings (POV)
Blood red light bathed the walls of the training room as the blasting alarm resounded throughout the room. A group of teens, all of who I recognized from the night before, rushed into the room.
"What's going on?!?" A dark haired boy yelled over the sirens.
"How the hell should we know?!?" Becca screamed back.
'Recognizing Robin B01' The Zeta tube flashed blue and Robin rushed into the room, immediately going to the giant computer. His fingers flew across the key board and istantly the alarms and the red light died. The silence was defining compared to the blasting siren that had filled the cave, the room oddly colorful, no longer shaded by red.
We all look at eachother, blinking in the light. In unison, our eyes turned to Robin.
"Robin-" Becca began, but he cut her off.
"Gear up. Now. Five minutes," he said, all business. I was slightly annoyed that there was no explanation to the alarm, but I followed the others back down the hall to our rooms. Once in mine, I locked the door and changed into my gear.
Grey tank-top, black leather jacket-grey hood, black denim jeans, black and silver fingerless gloves, and boots. Lastly I buckled my hidden blade onto my wrist, made sure it was concealed under my sleeve, and traded my shades for my silver mask. My rigging knife was already in my boot, throwing knifes and dagger in my belt. All hidden from view. I touched my angel around my neck for good luck and slid it under my shirt. I trotted out of my room to join the others in the training room.
It was my first real view of the team. There was Robin, Becca/Shade, Gravity Boy, the green archer, Miss Martian/M'gann, the buff dude, the dark hair boy, and a red headed chick. While we had been gearing up, Aqualad and Kid Flash, hand in hand with a brunett, had arrived. Total there were eleven of them, all looking ready for action.
Robin stood in the front of the group with Aqualad. When they saw me come in, Robin nodded, as if satisfied with our numbers (though I suspected a few members were absent).
"Alright," said buff dude,"we're all here. Spill."
I swear Robin looked right at me, though it was difficult to tell with his mask on, as he said flatly, "The Weapon has been stolen."
Blood red light bathed the walls of the training room as the blasting alarm resounded throughout the room. A group of teens, all of who I recognized from the night before, rushed into the room.
"What's going on?!?" A dark haired boy yelled over the sirens.
"How the hell should we know?!?" Becca screamed back.
'Recognizing Robin B01' The Zeta tube flashed blue and Robin rushed into the room, immediately going to the giant computer. His fingers flew across the key board and istantly the alarms and the red light died. The silence was defining compared to the blasting siren that had filled the cave, the room oddly colorful, no longer shaded by red.
We all look at eachother, blinking in the light. In unison, our eyes turned to Robin.
"Robin-" Becca began, but he cut her off.
"Gear up. Now. Five minutes," he said, all business. I was slightly annoyed that there was no explanation to the alarm, but I followed the others back down the hall to our rooms. Once in mine, I locked the door and changed into my gear.
Grey tank-top, black leather jacket-grey hood, black denim jeans, black and silver fingerless gloves, and boots. Lastly I buckled my hidden blade onto my wrist, made sure it was concealed under my sleeve, and traded my shades for my silver mask. My rigging knife was already in my boot, throwing knifes and dagger in my belt. All hidden from view. I touched my angel around my neck for good luck and slid it under my shirt. I trotted out of my room to join the others in the training room.
It was my first real view of the team. There was Robin, Becca/Shade, Gravity Boy, the green archer, Miss Martian/M'gann, the buff dude, the dark hair boy, and a red headed chick. While we had been gearing up, Aqualad and Kid Flash, hand in hand with a brunett, had arrived. Total there were eleven of them, all looking ready for action.
Robin stood in the front of the group with Aqualad. When they saw me come in, Robin nodded, as if satisfied with our numbers (though I suspected a few members were absent).
"Alright," said buff dude,"we're all here. Spill."
I swear Robin looked right at me, though it was difficult to tell with his mask on, as he said flatly, "The Weapon has been stolen."
It was a white blouse, dark blue skinny jeans and some knee high converse. I look smexy!
