Who: Shayera, OTA Where: Chicago What: Patrolling, running into allies or baddies When: Nighttime Status: Incomplete
Shayera sat on an eagle-shaped downspout of a building, mace down, helmet off and chewing on a nice slice of thick pizza. Gutbomb special, extra cheese. What the hells, she thought, she was probably going to be chasing someone down so a cheesy slice of deliciousness wouldn't be terrible for her. She leaned back and watched the cityscape, admiring. It wasn't her normal stomping grounds but JSA ran sweeps of major cities just to make sure no shenanigans were brewing. The local dispatch radio behind her frequencies were chattering, but all the smaller problems that the police didn't need the capes for. So all she had to do was wait for trouble to start and she could work off dinner.