<div class="floatleft">(https://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/38492.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Lightning.3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Jennifer Pierce AKA Lightning (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035979#msg15035979)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>One or the other: check the pics<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 22nd<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>3:30 A.M.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Happy Harbor Docks<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Pissed off light-skin: Let's blow this popsicle stand!!<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Problems (Snow tha Product) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mj7Q5wU-GKI)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Him aka Static<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Was it a law that Virgil<strong>HAD</strong>to give voice to snarky commentary while beating the snot out of a known criminal element? Jennifer was unsure if that was the case though she knew for certain that plenty of so called heroic types did exactly that if for no other reason than to put their foe off their pace. She did not have it within her to do any such thing though. She had always preferred to silently do what had to be done and then get gone before anyone noticed she'd left. The joy of being quiet, no one noticed you'd gone missing until long after the fact.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> "I'm not Superman, but I'm bulletproof too, dummy. <em>Static</em>? Hello? Come on, at least be smart criminals."</span><br/><br/>That particular volley of words brought a small smile to the young woman's face even as she zipped close enough to cover the milling crew from the other side. She did not worry about<strong>him</strong>missing whatever (or whomever) he had in sight nor did she think about any sort of ricochet. Instead, she concentrated and allowed her stored energy to release itself in controlled blasts, hitting those who attempted to flee with strong enough jolts of electricity to momentarily stop their breathing or their hearts, though not strong enough by any stretch of the imagination to kill.<br/><br/>She was not a killer.<br/><br/>Gunfire rang out, multiple shots coming her way, but just like the energy she fed from, she was long gone before any reached their destination. Instead, she went high and continued her assault, only stopping once the group was down. With a small dissatisfied frown, she glanced toward the man who was seemingly still in his element, collecting gasps, shouts and guns in equal measure. She understood that, for the most part, this particular battle was over yet she hesitated.<br/><br/>Would he need anything else?<br/><br/>Slowly, she allowed herself to return to the floor of the large warehouse, her form still covered by the flare of energy. As soon as she touched down, small feet moved quickly as she gathered the guns of those she had downed, tossing the firearms out of arms reach or toward the man who still hovered above it all. When everyone was disarmed, she allowed the lightning which wreathed her form to dissipate for a moment, giving no thought to her appearance.<br/><br/>A small sigh broke the silence as she moved among the downed men and women, checking for a pulse on those who had not shifted their positions in the span of time she'd taken to rid them of their weapons. Finally, she glanced up at the young man and proffered a small smile. "These are down for the count. I will shift and make sure none remain hidden..."<br/><br/>Then, she was gone, electrical currents once more sheathing her frame as she flew toward an office where lights had remained on, obviously on another breaker of some kind, probably due to computers or whatever they used to keep track of their "inventory".  No bioelectrical signatures made themselves known, even as she moved further into the warehouse, which meant that none beyond those who had been brought low remained. A quiet sigh escaped her and with no conscious thought, she moved to intercept Static.<br/><br/>"No one else here. Status?"