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Prescott eyebrows knit together, "Really? ... That's jasmine, I think."

Firestar turned toward Green Arrow with a hand resting on her hip, "What did this girl look like?"

(Here's a little help, Neo: )

Firestar half chuckled, "A bit of a charmer, eh? So, we're looking for a goth redhead Cure fan. Doesn't ring any bells. Your goth might be new to the villain scene."

Firestar shook her head, but she was still smiling, "Mr. Belmont, do you have any idea how this woman may have gotten in here? I mean, you're security is very tight."

Prescott Belmont shook his head, "I don't know. None of the alarms were tripped. I activated the alarm when I found the cafe empty... Of course, this cat burgular got away."

Angelica noted the overt flirting, "That's worth trying. Mr. Belmont, what is the worth of the sapphires?"

Prescott folded his arms before answering, "Per stone, between five to ten thousand. Altogether roughly 2.25 million."

Firestar's eyebrows shot up, turning back toward Green Arrow, "That's a huge amount to try to fence.... Who in the business have the resources to handle that many stones?"

Firestar walked closer to Green Arrow, "Well, where do you want to try to look first?"

Other than the scent of jasmine fading away, no sign of fingerprints or hairs. The safe was clean, and there was no sign of the woman's footsteps on the rug. Also, the sensors for security on the safe are undisturbed.

((*rolls up his sleeves* This is gonna be long. Enter Dundee, the Don, Smitty, Bozo, and Arell.))

Arell hurried back to Gotham as quickly as possible, especially with the help from an old friend . . . as one certain '55 chevy tore through the streets of Gotham like a projectile shell . . . only this didn't bring death and destruction . . . it brought reggae music and a faint vapor trail of the ganja.

"'Ey, mon! So how'd she like de flowers?" she asked as they rode down the road.

"I think she liked 'em, che' . . . but I'm still a li'l nervous . . . what if she turns me down?" the Cajun asked as they passed the blunt back and forth.

"You'll be fine, mon. Trust me." Antigua said as they rolled around to where Starfire's apartment was.

Meanwhile, Dundee was getting out of the building and onto the street, trying to get the communicator to contact Starfire. "Breaker breaker, come in Starfire! Are you out there?" he asked, trying to get it to work, however, Smitty, who conveniently stashed the car, prepared his attack, slinking towards the preoccupied southerner. Slowly but surely, he took out a knife and prepared to assassinate him when . . .

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEECH!!!

The taxicab turned a corner and drifted over and Arell saw what was about to happen, taking off his belt, he dove out of the car, using the inertia and preparing to unleash hell . . .

POW!! Direct hit, and right in the kisser!

Arell picked himself up as Smitty lay unconscious on the ground. Antigua stopped the car and smiled.

"'Ey, mon! Fourth down on da play!" Antigua shouted, getting Dundee's attention.

"What th' . . . ?!? BRO?!?" Dundee asked, seeing what happened, the communicator shut off as Arell and Dundee looked at each other with the same burning question.

"Whatcha doin' all de way up here?"

Meanwhile, the Don and Bozo caught up with Chris and the Ghost.

"What happened, I didn't like da sound of dat siren coming through . . . must have found out where da signal was comin' from!" the Don said as Bozo nodded in his usual dopey way.

Little did anyone knjow what was happening beneath the city of Gothem.
In the dark tunnles stood the amasing Swamp Thing.
His orange eyes glowing as we walked uner a man hole.
"I wonder were I am" He thaught to himself
and lifted the manhole cover off and stood in the middle of a street"Gothem......"
He started to walk around for a bit.