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Violet hopped out of the black van in her uniform. From the corner of her eye she spotted a few guys around her age eyeing her up and down. She rolled her dark silver eyes at them. "Pathetic," she whispered to herself. Either way, though, a slight grin was spread across her face. What she'd do to them if she ever got her hands on them. Then she snapped back to attention as Vincent started to speak. With the blink of her lashes, she changed her perspective of vision to Empathy. He was nervous; he felt as though he couldn't live up to Richard's leadership, she observed. And then her vision faded back to normal. "Mad Max...." She turned to Jared as they started walking again. "What kind of name is that? They could at least come up with something more... Violent." She grinned evilly.

Then she saw the first goon. Behind him, unaware to Vincent apparently, was another one. She rose her right palm to him and stopped in her tracks. The goon snorted, saying something about how he was sooo scared. "Pa-lease. I've seen that trick a thousand times before." Rolling her eyes, she let three precise bullets fly from her magnificently crafted metal skeleton. He was blown back instantly, hitting a wall and sliding down. Blood was pouring out of his left arm, right leg, and gut. The small hole that had formed in her palm now vanished as soon as it appeared. Catching up to Vincent, Violet whispered to him in a gentle tone. "Don't worry, Vince." She placed a soothing hand on his shoulder. "You're doin' great so far." With a sparkling snow white smile flashed his way, Lady Vengeance hoped that Vince would pick up on her happy and good vibe and start to cheer up a little. The violet haired eighteen year old female squeezed his shoulder, sending him a silent message to relax.