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Eyes of Youth

The screaming was endless. One could barely distinguish one voice from the rest of the crowd. Everything muddled together. Huddles of people waited on the streets � for their loved ones, a sign they could safely retrieve what remained of their belongings. Some stayed frozen on the sidewalk, gaping wordlessly as the holocaust grew despite the efforts of the firemen and their large hoses.

Huntress swooped in close, landing on a roof of a nearby building. Another fire, she thought. Her other costume had only just stopped smelling like burnt Kevlar a few weeks ago. Now she�d have to put this one through the same sad cycle.

She eyed the situation grimly, listening.

�Please, sir � you have to let me in there! My daughter�s there! Fourth floor, please!�

She didn�t pause to identify the speaker. A quick firing of a line, a crash and a shattering of glass, and she was inside.

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