<div align="center"><strong>Metropolis (Actually UpstateNY but same difference!)<br/>Concord Federal Penitentiary<br/>March 23, 2016<br/>0530 (5:30 AM)</strong></div><br/><div align="center">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/4/4f/Concord_Federal_Penitentiary_001.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131214194918)</div><br/>Concord Federal Penitentiary had walls similar to that of Stryker’s Island Penitentiary. The difference? It was for women—average and above-average. The women tended to be more controlled than their male counterparts in Stryker’s. The reason being the cultural pecking order that had been established that kept each criminal in check. Women were highly territorial and there were some inmates who thought they were above the others. Apparently, those inmates never learned.<br/><br/>One of them was Leslie Willis or known otherwise as Livewire. The young woman laid across a plain, comforter-less bed in an orange jumpsuit. Her room was completely dark and her bed sat above a pool of water that covered the floor of her cell. Her cell had no lamps or any electrical conduits within her reach. All she had was a harmless mp3 player that whispered with the tune she was currently listening to. Her arms were crossed about her pillow and her face buried into it as she slept through the late night chaos. Some bitches didn’t know how to shut the fuck up and sleep!<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>BOOM!</em></span></span><br/><br/>The loud bang made Leslie jump and curl into a ball with her arms fearfully curled about her lightning-blue head. She felt small bits of debris and plaster pelting her body and dust was just everywhere! Uncurling from her fetal position, she fanned the chalky screen from her face, coughing and rasping.<br/><br/>“Ugh, what the?” she rasped.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/16/ActionComicsCv835.jpg/250px-ActionComicsCv835.jpg)</div>She sat up in her bed and stiffened in fright when she saw two red glowing eyes peering at her through the screen. Leslie couldn’t move. As the dust started to slowly settle, she saw a broad silhouette—a man! He started to turn and she saw the familiar red cape.<br/><br/>“Superman?” she said on a curious whisper.<br/><br/>She glanced at the chunks of rock that practically made a stepping stone path out of her cell. Smirking, she rocked forward, swinging off her bed and playfully hopped from one rock slab to the next until she was back in the light…and it burned! Squinting her eyes, she made a face at the glare.<br/><br/><em>Damn, how long has it been?</em>she wondered. She looked around for Superman and didn’t see him anywhere. Had that really been Superman? And if so, why would he let her out?<br/><br/>The alarms started to howl and Livewire clasped her hands over her ears.<br/><br/>“Oh no; somebody’s gotta shut that noise off!” she growled.<br/><br/>Her teeth then clenched into a wicked grin as her body started to flicker and flash with electricity. “Time to have some fun.”<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Other Concord Federal Inmates released</span>:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Silver Banshee</li></ul><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Enemy Strategem</span>:</strong><br/><br/>Livewire took over the prison, sabotaging the controls and freeing all the inmates. She is currently sitting up in the control room, playing with the loud speaker as though she were reliving her old life as a shock jock. As the prisoners exact their revenge on the prison guards, Livewire adds exciting commentary.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Casualties</span>:</strong><br/><br/>Save the prison guards!