Larkin had to keep her eyes shut in order to keep the bugs out. She didn't remember her previous flight with Black Lightning being quite so insect-filled. The little gnats and flies made her want to smack at her face, however, if she let go, she would end up plummeting to the earth. Larkin wanted to be an engineer when she grew up, not a pancake.

"Do you see her anywhere?" asked Larkin. Her concern for Greta only grew the longer it took to locate her.

"I've been watching since we got up here. There aren't many people on the streets," said Finn.

Larkin sighed before resting her cheek against Finn's back. Greta was probably out doing something that would get her into trouble. Or hurt. Despite Greta's insistence to stay away from anything that caused conflict, she had a tendency to get herself into it on accident. Larkin wouldn't be surprised if Greta were to run into a criminal or two. After all, she was a trouble magnet.

The soft rhythm of flight made Larkin almost fall asleep. It was getting late, and the week had been long. However, every time she began to doze off, she'd start to let go of Finn, and had to remind herself that she didn't want to be a pancake.

While dozing off again, she was jolted awake by Finn dropping suddenly. Larkin yelped and clung to his neck for life.

"Sorry!" he yelled over the wind. "There was a bird!"

Larkin relaxed again after her breathing calmed down and she realized she was not in direct danger.

"Thanks for almost killing me. It's exactly what I wanted to do on my Friday night."

"Just remember: I don't have to do this. I could just drop you here," he said. Larkin could practically hear the smirk that was surely coating his lips. "And you would land in that park on the grass. It would soften your landing."

Curious, Larkin glanced over his shoulder. Far below them, there was definitely a park. She recognized it as the pocket park she had visited with Greta what felt like weeks ago. It hadn't been too long ago, actually.

In the back corner sat two specks. Two definitely person-shaped specks. And one of them just happened to have Greta's recognizable bob haircut. From this distance, she couldn't quite make out the other person. For all she knew, it could be a drug dealer. Maybe Greta really is in the mafia.

"Finn! Stop! They're in that park," she screamed.

He stopped abruptly. He craned his neck to look back at Larkin.

"There isn't anyone in the park, Larkin," said Finn. He was looking at Larkin confusedly. He gestured down with one hand. "It's empty."

Larkin narrowed her eyes at him. Again, she looked over his shoulder. There were definitely two people in the corner. She wasn't blind. In fact, her eyesight was enhanced.

"No. Look in the left corner," she said, releasing Finn's shirt to gesture to the corner with Greta in it. "There are two people."

"I told you no one's there."

Larkin was frustrated. Why couldn't he see them? They were obviously there. The flood lights in the park provided plenty of light to be able to see the forms of two people, and with his eyesight, the dark should not have been a problem at all.

"Take me down there, but be very quiet. I don't want to startle them."

Again, Finn looked at her as if she was crazy, but relented and let them drift to the ground one block over. Larkin took the lead, dragging Finn behind her. She could make out voices, but no words. Walking to the entrance, she could hear the voiced more clearly, and she could tell that one was definitely Greta's. She gave Finn a pointed look and quirked an eyebrow as if to say 'I told you so.'

He furrowed his eyebrows. He shook his head, exasperated. He opened his mouth, but Larkin rapidly shook her head. Her eyes were wide. She knew that Greta did not want to be found, so if she heard anything, she would leave.

Deciding that Finn would be more of a hindrance than help, she gestured for him to stay. He threw his hands up, most likely confused about Larkin's actions, but he still stood off to the side, complacent to wait for her return.

Stealthily, she entered through the gate at the front of the park. It was open already, so she didn't have to warry about it squeaking. As she entered, she could hear words forming.

"—could try, but I can't guarantee anything will change. They don't really listen to me," said a familiar voice. It wasn't Greta's voice, but Larkin knew it from somewhere.

She crept closer yet, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mystery person. She dropped to her knees to hide behind a line of shrubs, and hoped that they wouldn't hear her legs scraping against the ground. Her heartbeat accelerated in anticipation.

Now Greta spoke. "I don't care. Do what you have to do."

Larkin stopped. What on earth could she be talking about? Whatever it is, it doesn't necessarily sound legal, considering the fact that she had to meet in the middle of the night with this person. Then she continued on again, not wanting to miss out on this conversation.

"I will. Within reason, of course," assured the mystery voice.

Larkin knew that voice. She was certain that she knew that person. She poked her head around the shrubs, looking into the back corner. Like she was expecting, there were two people. One was Greta. The other was masked.

A super?

She was confused. In the past weeks, Larkin thought that too many new supers were surfacing. They were popping up like daisies, and she didn't know where they were coming from. She'd been a super for a couple years without any newbies showing up, and now they were all coming at the same time.

She studied the masked figure. It was a boy. His face was covered in a red mask, but it looked hastily prepared. He also wore a red hoodie and a pair of regular jeans. Larkin paled. She knew that person. Despite the mask and baggy clothes, the person was still recognizable.

Jacob Bridges what have you gotten yourself into?

She felt the anger rising up in her. This was the boy that shot at her. He was the cause of all her issues. Now, he was dragging her best friend into something that would probably get her in trouble.

Larkin also realized why Finn hadn't been able to see them standing in the park. Jacob must have been making him forget about them.

"Just, try," said Greta.

Jacob nodded before stepping backwards. He began to walk towards the exit, towards Larkin. Panicking, she rolled into the bushes she was kneeling next to. She held her breath, not daring to breathe while Jacob was in close proximity. He would hear her.

When he passed her, she dared to release the air trapped in her lungs. She rolled back onto the sidewalk, hoping to catch Greta before she left the park. Larkin stood.

Greta was still in the corner. She looked lost and alone. Larkin purposely stepped on a twig on the sidewalk hoping not to startle Greta out of her mind. She turned abruptly to face Larkin.

"Lark? What are you doing here?" Greta exclaimed.

Larkin stepped forward. "I went to your house for our sleepover. And you weren't there. Your mom... she's worried out of her mind."

Instantly, Greta paled. "You talked to her?"

"I kept her from calling the police. She said she was going to ground you when you got home," explained Larkin. She paused before continuing. "Why were you talking to that super?"

If it was possible, Greta became even paler. "You heard that?"

Larkin didn't really hear it, only a bit, but she nodded anyway, hoping to dig more information out of her. Playing along, she said, "I just don't understand why."

At this point, she stood a little taller. "Someone's after your father. Someone's after George Fredericks, too. The police aren't doing anything and the supers are practically useless. I need something to happen."

Larkin recoiled. Greta thought the supers were useless. She remembered the first day of school when Greta had gushed to her about her love for the supers. She remembered how she always followed the news just to find out what they were doing. And how quickly things change, thought Larkin.

"I'm sure the supers are doing everything that they can," assured Larkin.

"You don't know that. What do they even do? They just stroll around in their fancy costumes and pretend to save people. But now that there are lives in danger, your father's life in danger, they disappear. Ever since that press conference, there hasn't been a peep about the assassination attempts," fumed Greta.

"Is that boy not a super?"

"He is. But he's different. He's not in the news. He's not on TV. I can't find him on the internet anywhere. And he wants to help me make a difference."

Larkin couldn't help but scoff. Jacob was helping someone? All he had done was give her more problems.

"Wait, is this where you've been going when you miss school? To talk to this guy?" asked Larkin.

Greta smiled sheepishly. "I didn't have any other time. You know my mom. She's so protective."

Larkin did know of Mrs. Avers's protective nature. She also understand Greta's urge to protect people. She felt it every day as a super. Despite her good intentions, Larkin couldn't help but hate the boy helping her.

"So what does he call himself, this super?"

Greta grinned. "Mr. Forgettable."