FAULT LINES ━━ titans [REWRITING]

TWENTY THREE.

Digging her hands into the rubble, she pulled the device free. It was too far away from the main building to have been from one of the Black-Allen's cars, no this was theirs. The people who had ambushed them in Noah and Nora's home, who'd taken Kory and Gar and Jess. Anger boiled in her veins, setting her blood afire.

She dragged her eyes from the carnage, up to the horizon before her. Her sharp gaze caught sight of tire tracks in the soft ground, deep and fresh. Not hers, not from yesterday either — these were heading in the wrong direction. The fact that the GPS had been left in rubble but these tracks remained meant that Arthur must have come in a separate car to his accomplices, a car which must have survived the explosion.

Abby caught Dick's eye as realisation shot through her. This was a lead, this was how they were going to find the others. Save them.

Dick jogged over to her side, stopping next to her expectantly, eyebrows knitted together, "What is it?"

"Tyre tracks. Heading back towards the centre of Daybreak, leading from right here. Opposite way to us," Abby looked to him, "It's gotta be them."

He nodded slowly, "Okay, let's go then. We can call Nora an—."

Abby cut him off, "We can't go with them." At his confused expression, she held up the GPS between her thumb and finger, "We have two leads."

"We split up?" Dick questioned, following her train of thought, eyes leaving the device to look over the tyre tracks again.

"Exactly. Two of us follows the SatNav, the others track down our Nuclear Family," Abby explained. Her voice faltered towards the end, worry for the people she cared about flickering across her mind.

Dick's next words echoed the fears in her mind. "Is it safe to split up? We have no back up, Abs. No team, no exit strategy, nothing. No way of knowing what we're walking into." He stared at her softly, words wary but gentle. "Look, I'll walk into anything if you're by my side, but doesn't it feel like we're missing the big picture here?"

She sighed, glancing over to him, "If we split up there's no guarantee we make it back to one another again. We could be playing right into the hands of whoever these psychos work for." Abby admitted truthfully.

"Then we go together." A sly smirk tugged up the corners of his lips. "We'll find the others and take it from there, be our own backup."

Abby's eyebrows quirked, not saying anything as she stared him out through her dark lashes. Too many memories swam to the surface at his words, prompting her to remember so many of the things they'd been through — together — that she worried she might drown under the weight of them all.

She looked down at the device, muttering under her breath, "Let's just hope this piece of junk works."

Pressing the power button on the side, her shoulders dropped in relief as she watched to blue screen light up. Beside her, she heard Dick sign in relief. Despite it's cracks and glitching screen, Abby managed to navigate the GPS, finding the last location to be Chicago, Illinois.

"Fuck," Abby breathed, "Not a short trip."

"No, but that must mean whoever is in Illinois is worth it," Dick pointed out, the logic in his words making Abby nod. Chances were, Illinois wasn't home to the family's HQ, but hopefully it would take them one step closer to it.