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Jennifer Williams
(San Francisco Bay Bridge)

“You missed...” Actually, I didn't, Mr. Self-centered ass. My target exploded just a little while ago, thank you. For what several minutes (or long seconds) had passed, Jen had been calmly watching the newly arrived enemy; on the comfy seat of broken cement. She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at his 'intimidating' look. Do they always have to do that? She was, quite plainly, exhausted, or she would've insulted him right then and there. But still, the fact that the impending doom of being burned to death and dodging whatever clumps of earth that would evidently come her way was making her more than just a little annoyed. It was when Maxi went forward to stall for time, that she really began to think for how to deal with one of the immediate problems: the fire.

Maybe I can run on over there and-- Dear god. Through Jen's insistent stare at both the approaching inferno and the little miss who made it, she hadn't noticed the growing, looming body of water that had slowly, unnaturally, risen to a mini tsunami-wave just by the bridge. Or, rather, the wrecked, barely recognizable mass of metal that used to be the bridge. But this is ridiculous. It was only when the wave, like a god-sent gift to wash away all her problems (or only one), crashed downwards to douse the fire (and then effectively push everything else off) that she broke out of shock. But even then, she had already fallen halfway towards the lake --or whatever it was-- before she remembered how to fly again. And thank god I caught myself in time. Swimming.. agh.

Now completely soaked and mentally thanking whatever person had made the wave, though Jen knew it was probably not for the purpose of helping the predicament, she flew back to land on the bridge; this time on Sam's side. Because, well, it seemed minutely safer; if for the chance that Earth didn't notice in the chaos. Though he'll probably come dashing here anyway like a prince in shining armor, when he notices a certain stunned troublemaker with me. But, unfortunately, there's not much I can do about that. So, without further ado, Jen dragged herself over to Sam's still-electrically-charged vicinity and sat down hard against the remnants of a car; close enough to be able to talk to her and help out Maxi if she needed to. A crude butter knife appeared and danced between her fingers, on her uninjured side.

It took less than a moment to regather the stray electricity she had spent; besides what had hit Sam. Well, I won't make craters with this railgun, but that doesn't mean it won't get lodged in a stomach or something. "Hey. So, the fire. I could lodge this through your head, right now." Jen sounded annoyed (and ever so slightly nervous), absentmindedly playing with the knife and looking for Earth. But, unfortunately, I'm too tired to play with children when the big bad wolf is inevitably coming. "The hell's wrong with you? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Hm, no wait. Have I had this kind of conversation before? "Or is this your version of 'avenging the people we've killed'? Because, believe it or not, it's not working." Or at least, you wouldn't know it almost did. "Stay out of it, would you? We have reasons for doing this. We've tried everything else."