<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/>Of course, he'd be the one to show.<br/><br/>Part of her was a trifle pissed off but the biggest part was just glad that someone else could point her in the right direction.  If there was one thing the pretty boy had going for him (well, besides the smile, dark eyes and well-tended to dreds) it was his ease with tech and the clarity of his thought processes. Not that she was stupid, far from, but he had the actual battle experience she did not. Far better to bow to calmer and, in this case, more equipped minds.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"Didn't expect to see you here, Lightning. Always glad for some help, though."</span><br/><br/>Jennifer nodded and glanced away, glad for once that her electrical form made reading her facial expression difficult. Had he been able to see the wash of color that she<em>felt</em>, he would have known that her feelings were more difficult to parse than she let on. Being angry or jealous did not mean that she didn't understand all of the things Virgil had going for him. It just meant that the morass he caused by his very presence meant feigned disdain was par for the course.<br/><br/>"I guess I was as close as you. I was at the gym," she stated, hesitantly. "And I must admit that you are far better to lead this particular mission than I am. After all, you have the experience I lack." She paused and dimmed the flare of light that coated her flesh through sheer force of will so that she could study what he pulled up.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"We got more than a dozen by a bit, but a lot less than a small army, so we should be good. Plus, as far as I can tell they're all usin' standard weapons. Bullets, maybe some grenades, but no alien or super tech to deal with. So? Ready to go zap some fools? Ladies first."</span><br/><br/>She shook her head. "I do better with orders, Static. I know that my inexperience could screw something up. So, tell me what you require and I'm there."<br/><br/>Admitting that to him,<em>hurt</em>. Knowing that he could have handled this by himself hurt worse. The fact that he was allowing her to come along meant that she'd at least learn something and she was grateful, more grateful than she could say. Still, as she drifted lower, she did try and explain. "I was always the first one in when it came to disruption. Kill the lights, kill any electronics, make it possible for those with night vision or what have you to go in and handle the weaponry, provide cover and back up." She sped up, pulling electricity from the scattered lights as she went, quickly covering the immediate area in a wave of darkness. "In this case, I'd prefer to do the same, yeah?"<br/><br/>Then she was gone, leaving naught but a fading afterimage behind, a mirage of light. The point of entry for her would be the front of the warehouse by the easiest means possible. With no more than a thought, bolts flew from her hands, striking the door and blowing it inward. She followed soon after, her body a blur, a true lightning strike, as she touched down next to a fusebox, placed her hand upon it and<em>pulled</em>, causing the lights to flicker and then die. Up again, her body buzzing, hands before her once more as men parted from another with low shouts.