Barbara hasn't blinked in over twenty minutes. Her eyes are glued to the screen - to the map where everyone's beacons blink and glow, beeping their way along streets and alleyways. Everyone's but yours. Where the hell are you?

Last she'd seen you, you were just along the wharf, near a plethora of old, abandoned warehouses. Last she'd heard you, you were chasing a group of robbers. surely you were off the grid for a reason? Those robbers couldn't have done much damage. Maybe given you a couple bullet holes, but nothing more.

She can practically feel her eyes turning square as she continues to scour over the map, reading analytics, data, any and all remnants of where you were and where you could be.

Just where were you?