Who: Hawkgirl, OTA What: Either meeting up with allies or getting out of scuffles with the Regs. Where: American soil Ratings: open,
Shayera looked around from her hideout amongst the building's gargoyles, looking for flashing lights or some other sign of trouble. They weren't welcome but when did that really matter in her past jobs? She was going to stop the bad guys from winning while everyone was worried about who was legally-right and who wasn't. Sure she could have stayed in Egypt, but that felt like running away and it wouldn't stop the trouble from happening. The wind picked up from the bay, wet with spray and the smell of pier and she opened her wings to feel it in her feathers.
A sound and a crash reached her, coming east and a few blocks away. A skirmish and she could hear gunfire. "Time to get to work," she muttered and jumped from the ledge, flying to the scene and hoping she could take care of it before the Narcs got there.