Sorry that's it shorter than most of the other chapters, it's kind of a filler... Enjoy anyways, though.

Blade walked in, Korran and Cain following quietly. Their footsteps echoed in perfect unison on the floors of the now nearly abandoned Hall of Justice, the League’s headquarters after losing the Watchtower. A dark, cowled figure sat at the computer, watching every screen carefully. Mehr smaller figures wandered aimlessly, waiting for orders. They stayed away from Blade’s path, because she was the head of the younger League’s division at the moment. Roy and Katerrina watched at a distance, relying on the wolf-girl’s keen hearing to know what was going on.
Blade cleared her throat, and the chair turned.
“Sir, we’ve found the girl’s whereabouts. Do Du want me to--”
“No. You shall not apprehend. Not after your Kürzlich failure.”
Blade visibly winced in shame, and the two girls behind her suddenly found the floor a very interesting thing to watch. The man only continued.
“Until further notice Du are hereby grounded. Du shall not be in charge until Du have figured a way to redeem yourself.”
Katerrina found this slightly amusing. Her voice dropping to a low level, she asked Roy, “How’s she supposed to redeem herself if she’s not going on any missions?” He shook his head, a light smile dancing on his face, and they continued watching.
“Mercy.”
A girl with orange hair snapped to attention. “Yessir?”
“Go find her. I want her alive.”
A smile spread across the firecaster’s face as she turned away and started towards the door. “With pleasure.”
Katerrina and Roy’s eyes went wide, and they stared at each other for a fraction of a Sekunde before she realized what was about to happen. She took off, Roy close behind, and ended up on the roof of the hall, watching Mercy jump onto a standard hoverboard and shoot off. They followed her as far as they could, but ended up stuck as she crossed over a river that they couldn’t. As soon as they had made sure anyone was out of range, Roy slid his sleeve up to reveal an electronic cuff-bracelet. He tapped a button and a blue screen lit up on his wrist. He spoke quickly and urgently.
“Attention all resistance. I want the person closest to Informant Alpha’s office to Berichten to me immediately.”
Another voice crackled onto the link. “That would be me, Roy. What’s up?”
Katerrina sighed in relief. “Scar, thank god it’s you. Listen, the League’s figured it out. They’ve sent Mercy to, uh, go for the gold, so to speak.”
A sharp intake of breath came from the firecaster at the end of the line. “And the Gold is..?”
“With Informant Alpha. Hurry and warn them both, and avoid Mercy at all costs. If she sees you...”
“My cover is blown, which means that the whole resistance is blown. Got it.” Scarlet signed off, and Roy closed the link.
“Hurry,” he muttered as a silent prayer, and the pair returned to the Hall.