Weariness and boredom had been the fixtures of Victoria's existence since she'd been imprisoned. The boredom was simple enough to explain -- she'd gone from society living to a maximum-security isolation cell. Her prison-issue orange jumpsuit was no one's definition of haut couture, prison food was barely edible, and 'entertainment' amounted to the occasional heavily-thumbed-through book allowed her by the guards. The constant exhaustion, though, was something else. She'd heard the guards discussing it from time to time -- some technical gobbledegook about her cell being surrounded by a Faraday cage, limiting her absorption of ambient charged particles. What she did know for sure is that she'd worn herself out throwing plasma blasts at the walls the day they put her in here, and she hadn't been able to summon that kind of power since.<br/><br/>She woke to the alarms, and the voice, and something<i>different</i>. She felt stronger, more alert, more<i>alive</i>; not herself, not quite the way she remembered, but definitely an improvement over exhaustion. Her lips curved in a cruel smile.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Vixen's back,"</span>she whispered to herself, and stepped out into the hallway in time to see another door, further down, torn from its hinges and hurled violently into a couple of panicked guards. She made the quick decision to follow the dark-skinned man that emerged next; he'd draw plenty of attention, all of it away from her. But first...<br/><br/>She took a breath, and drew on the familiar but long-missed warmth she now felt. A shiver, something close to arousal, coursed through her body as blue-green fire wreathed her hands and forearms, and began to coruscated in her eyes. Her smile widened, and she loosed a blast into the ceiling behind her, bringing down support beams and piles of debris. No one would be following them. And then she turned, and fell into a sprint after the human battering ram ahead of her while allowing her energy to sheath her in a protective field. She'd be damned if she was going to get brought down by a stray bullet this close to freedom.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>