<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190912/a52e91c73f0ecd81d58d1aa08f380782.png)</div><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/6b/dd/12/6bdd12f733808e5b38ac987a010a00ba--fitness-women-female-fitness.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Jennifer Pierce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035979#msg15035979)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Just like the pic<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 25, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Just a bit after 3 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Computer labs<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Fuck it. Ima cause a distraction.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Hit Em High-Wu Tang ft Cypress Hill (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZCT_O9-wv8)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Now, while shit was going to hell in a handbasket, Jen was busily attempting to look engaged  though her presence held no reasoning. She couldn't touch the myriad computer banks, couldn't reach out to flick a light.  All she could do was provide cover for the ones who were most important...and then? Mari had sent Aqualad away!! Why had she done that? True, she hadn't wanted to watch<strong>King-Ding-A-Ling Swing</strong>BUT he could have very well needed back up and the others were far stronger than she was, no matter how anyone attempted to pretty it up.<br/><br/>So, OF COURSE, it was no surprise when everybody and their fuckin' mother showed up to rain on Mari's parade. Why would it be? One of the most powerful people on the team was gone, maybe even fuckin' captured, and she was here! As soon as that thought registered, flashbangs broke the stillness.<br/><br/><em>'Fuck!'</em><br/><br/>Coldly,  a deep voice broke the impasse.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"> "Alright...take em down. Fire at will! Remember, contain if possible!"</span><br/><br/><em>'Contain my ass!!'</em>With absolutely no thought to the consequences, Jen reached out and then down, laying her hands upon the nearest computer. Sparks erupted so she did it again...and once more for good measure.  Her form shimmered, took on the lightning she rode even as she went<sup>up</sup>, her body no longer earthbound.  Dark eyes swept through the darkness as the glare and noise of the flashbangs faded. Countless black-clad soldiers had intruded from multiple doorways, surrounding the coterie with guns and whatever else they held.<br/><br/>This was NOT good.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Spread out. Give yourselves distance, one from the other,"</span>she barked.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Bunched up means everyone could be hit at once. Don't call positions, no point. They can mark it, right?"</span>As she spoke, her voice clear and concise, she kept on the move, fast as a lightning strike. Eventually, she landed slightly to the left of a small squad. Delicate hands reached out, gripped two shoulders and fed the energy she had garnered into the uniforms and then through it. No idea if it worked, didn't matter.<br/><br/>Up again, quick as thought, pulling electricity from any place she landed, burning out computers, lights, whatever. This wasn't the Batman's shit and she didn't have to give two fucks if it was damaged. Hovering for a moment, she allowed blazing white bolts to flare forth, crackling and snapping. She picked no one group.  Not even choosing a squad to take out directly. Let the others do so. Her job was to keep them distracted.<br/><br/>She moved again, there and gone.