After tossing the keys to her prized old-school ground-bound sedan to Jimmy, Charlotte sighed and waited until Greg left before she spoke. "Look- not trying to force you into anything here, but you can come if you want. If you'd rather not, well... just don't take my car. You think karma can be a bitch, you should see me when someone messes with my stuff." She grinned, but for some reason, that just made the threat all the more menacing.
Not ten minutes later, Charlie was on the back of Gene's bike, clinging onto the other woman's waist for dear life as they raced through the streets like the proverbial bats out of Hell. Of course, it helped that she could make every traffic light green if she wanted to, which she did, since being all secretive wasn't exactly the point here.
As if on cue, her phone buzzed inside her pocket, and she cautiously relinquished one arm's worth of grip to check it, smiling when she read Greg's instructions.
Mass havoc, huh? Nothin' I do better, boss-man. She thought to herself. The combined insanity potential of herself and her best friend was more than enough, but if Jimmy had chosen to drag his ass along, there was bound to be even more shits and giggles everywhere.
The bike pulled to a stop, and Charlie adjusted the
mask on her face before springing off. "Ready to make trouble?" she asked Gene, casually placing her hand on a nearby streetlight and sucking the power straight from it. Of course, it was connected to all the other streetlights in the area, and Charlie grinned manically before surging them all, short-circuiting the lot, and causing several bulbs to explode with a good deal of noise.
Blue-white electricity sparking from each hand now, Charlie chose a parked hovercraft, not near enough to cause any human damage, but close enough to make a helluva lot of noise. The one she picked screamed "wealthy off your labor" and it was with no small amount of glee that she discharged one of her hands. "Fire in the hole!" she shouted, and with that, the vehicle was little more than a conflagration of flames and shrapnel.
Now, let's see what else we've got here... come and get me, goons.