Karen and Jessica had worked out a plan earlier, one that was intended to take advantage of the situation. It was simple, really; see who was at the funeral and then go out and hit two separate targets while everyone was off crying and quietly reminding themselves how much they pretended really loved the guy, regardless. Simple, straightforward and effective.<br/><br/>Before she had super-powers, Jessica had been a talented thief. However, as Dark Star, she didn’t need subtlety, tact or delicacy. She had something better. Plummeting downwards, she crashed through the  skylight of the central branch of the Lithgow Bank, landing in a crouch that cracked the marble around her with the force of her impact. A guard ran towards her, shouting a warning as he did. In response, in one fluid motion, she rose and swang around, her massive fist slamming into the man’s chest and sending him flying back. He crashed into a wall, crumpling into a heap.<br/><br/>A second guard drew his gun, levelling it at her while shouting a warning for her to stop right now. While she didn’t really fear the man’s bullets, she still didn’t want to take any chances. Grabbing one of the tables, she simply lifted and threw it at him, clobbering the hapless guard and flattening him.<br/><br/>Not bothering to stay and examine her handywork, she instead smashed through the counter and the anti-theft screens that had gone up, leaping past the tellers. Instead, she headed straight for the vault, ready to apply her oh-so-delicate lockpicking technique. “Easysauce.” Dark Star muttered to herself as she barged in, cracking her knuckles. “Just hope Red’s having as much fun as me.”<br/>