August 15, 2345

	"Robin to Nightwing."
	"Go ahead, Robin."
	"I've scoured the area north of the Palmeiro Building to 61.  I'm 
going to swing back your way."
	"Any signs of trouble?"
	"No.  In fact, it's almost too quiet."	
	"I know.  It's been that way the last couple of nights.  
Blockbuster's been lying low, trying to quietly shift stuff around the 
'Haven so the cops don't nail him.  And it might actually be too hot for 
the usual riff-raff."
	"That'd be a first."  Tim hesitated.  "Any luck?"
	"Negative.  I'm following the Blue Line curve before I swing back 
north.  Why don't you head for the Port Authority?"
	"Will do.  Robin out."