It had been a long day for Amy Jones, alias Amazon. First, a history test that she hadn't had time to study for, mostly because she'd spent a good portion of last night catching a mugger in one of the seedier parts of Downtown. Then, a quick jaunt back to her house to grab dinner with mom and dad, then go out for another round of patrolling. Thankfully, nothing had happened so far today, but she was dragging. She'd have to forgo tomorrow's circuit to get caught up on her sleep.

She stopped at a park near her house, the last spot on her checklist. A voice softly whispered in her ear, [i]Hey, Amy. You asked me to tell you if something happened.[/i]

Amy turned, pinpointing the sound of the voice. It was an old oak tree, one of her most reliable informants, if a little slow on the uptake. [i]Yes?[/i]

[i]Pickpocket, about half an hour ago. Tall guy, dark-skinned with brown eyes. Lifted some woman's wallet when he bumped into her. Pretty slick, I gotta say.[/i]

Amy sighed. [i]Not enough info to go running after him. You see him again, get word to me quick as you can.[/i] Plant communication was very short-range, only about a hundred yards or so. Still, there was seemingly always some sort of vegetation in range, allowing her to get news very efficiently through the grapevine. She shuddered at her own awful pun.

[i]Hey, you ever going to tell me how you see things like that, what with the not having eyes and all?[/i]

[i]Nope,[/i] the oak responded with a chuckle. [i]We've got to keep some secrets.[/i]

[i]Had to try.[/i]