The droplets of water clicked near her. Breathing heavy, Raven decided it was best to stay where she was, to rest for a moment and move to a new area to patrol. A chase from the police was not enough to discourage her, so long as she stayed away from the gangs again, do smaller jobs, she should be fine. 
A light breath escaping her, Raven began to listen. The cars outside, the distant sirens that kept going in circles, the rain. The smell of mold clung to her senses, yet the sound of creaking iron was not something she was having much faith in. Yet just as she was starting to feel safe, she began to hear something new, something above. A bird maybe? No, she would hear the fluttering of wings if it were a bird.....

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“Hello, my fine, feathered friend...you’re not getting off that easy…”[/color]

Turning on a dime, she began to search for the voice. Her body tensing up, her chest tightening. She knew that voice from somewhere but she couldn't pin point it. And they way he spoke...
He was hunting her.

She was about to run, she was already pressing her weight on the balls of her feet, already trying to feel for a opening, a draft, a cool breeze, something. But the more she tried, the more she realized that he was probably a super, that he may have a plan. Swallowing the lump in her throat she ran her fingers over the slightly closed pages. 
"For opposing to someone bringing death to one's face? The one before me seems to be misguided indeed, following blindly like tis once done...."

Hopefully speaking like Raven would buy her some time. Let him ponder her words. Even better if he could buy into the truth that she was just offering.