<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/682703493682081792/2MWpsaIy_400x400.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Spitfire<strong></strong></strong></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>Walking to the Docks<br/><strong>Group</strong>Masks<br/><strong>Action</strong>Walking<br/><br/><br/><br/>“What the fuck you mean my bus pass is expired!?  I just got this damn thing last week.  I traded..err..I..I just got it last week!”<br/><br/>Spitfire snarled angrily at the operator of the public transit who simply stared at her with the passive superiority of a government worker.  Only when she slammed her fist down on the machine which collected money for transport did the driver give any reaction.  Coins sputtered out of the machine as Spitfire’s fist went first into and then through the top layer of the device.  There was the sound of sparks sputtering their final breath before the would-be heroine was subsequently booted from the bus by not only the driver but also the passengers.<br/><br/>“I might be awhile amigos.  My ummm…bus pass is expired.”<br/><br/>The words had  a finality to them as Spitfire began her long walk through the riots and to the docks.<br/>