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Just Your Typical Evening Robbery Spectacle ((Open to Street Level-types))

Primetime punched his fist into his palm. He knew what he and his team needed to do while Propsmaster did his thing. New York City had cameras all over, so this wouldn't be that hard. He stepped out onto the sidewalk, shoving some of the pedestrians out of the way. He didn't care about the yelled protests.

The masked man saw a taxi driving down the street in front of him. He opened up a teleportation disk right under it. The other end of the disk opened above a parked car with a brunette walking toward it. She looked kinda cute, but it looked like that's where a little distracting anarchy could start.

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Nika sailed right through where her target had been. Her landing was less that graceful, but she managed to stay on her feet.

She blinked at the light pole baseball bat. Though the distraction was only for a moment. Her grip on the metal baton tightened.

"Back-to-back. Less openings that way." It wouldn't stop the teleporting, but it could save them both some pain.

Gina twisted when the wind hit her, and dug the end of her light pole bat swatter into the sidewalk. Sparks flew, but she was pushed backwards and at an angle instead of into the side of the building. When she was blown far enough so that she was out of Gaffer's effect range, her body spontaneously turned to metal again.

"Huh. That's cool."

She shifted to volcanic form. The lamp post started to melt.

"This is hot."

She fired a lava bolt at Ingenue.

Primetime teleported around the two young woman, throwing punches and kicks to wear them down.

Gaffer sighed when Gina got out of range of her powers. This was going to be painful.

Ingenue flew straight up at top speed to avoid the lava blast. She moved to throw a whirlwind at Gina but abruptly stopped. She put a couple fingertips to her ear and nodded once. "Commercial break's over. Back to the main program."

She lifted Gaffer up with her powers and started to fly the pair of them off. Primetime had his own powers to meet up with the rest of them.

Moments like this, Mags sometimes wished she carried around a weapon, like her father did. But then, her dad didn't have superpowers.

Not that they were coming all that much in handy here.

Still, Mags stood back-to-back with Nika and worked at blocking Primetime's attacks, sneaking in bolts of fire or telekinetic punches where she could.

Nika hated going full-on defensive. But it was necessary to have a chance at even staying conscious at the moment. She blocked as many attacks as she could. Though some blows slipped through.

She fought not to stagger away from the hero at her back.

"Hey! HEY!"

Gina jumped in the air, cracking the sidewalk when she landed.

"No fair!"

She tossed a chunk of melted lamp post at the retreating Ingenue and Gaffer.

"Youse two still owe me a cup of coffee!"

Ingenue broke concentration for a moment to let both Mojoworlders drop just enough that the chunk of melted lamp post sailed over their heads. Once the projectile was harmlessly out of range, she concentrated again. Before she made them speed off at top speed, she gave a one finger indication of how much coffee Gina was going to get.

"This was just getting fun," Primetime grumbled before he disappeared. He did not reappear anywhere on the street.

"Okay." Mags dropped her arms down, the flames dying off. "What...what the hell was all of that about?"

"I have no idea," Nika said darkly as she collapsed her batons down. "But it cost the embassy a car and me a shopping trip. Are you alright... uh, superhero?"

She had no idea which hero this one was. She also half turned toward the walking Hawaiian destruction goddess person.

"Are you okay, Volcanic Woman?"

Gina grabbed her left elbow with her right hand, placed her left fist under her chin, and emphatically gestured at the two Mojoworld women before they disappeared.

"Pansy-assed cowards!"

She looked down at Nika.

"They made me spill my coffee."

She glanced down even further.

"And ruined my shoes. You know how hard it is t' find Loo-bottoms in a size 17? I gotta go t' that guy in the back of the bodega in Chinatown..."

Gina sighed.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Acrobat," Mags corrected. "I'm Acrobat. Daredevil's dau - sidekick." She reached up and readjusted her ponytail, trying to figure out what a "loo-bottom" was.

It didn't sound particularly savory.

"There has to have been a point. To what just happened. A reason for it. Things don't just...happen."

"Daredevil's sidekick, hmm? Guess that puts you in the not interested in mercenary employment," Nika mused as she put the batons back in there hidden pockets.

"Veronika Sable-Preston, co-leader of the American branch of Silver Sable's Wild Pack. And if you don't buy random acts of violence," she paused and squinted for a moment, "possibly a distraction for some other crime happening."

She turned back to the tall woman and looked up. She would ignore the mispronunciation of Louboutin. Also, having been around Fin her whole life, she was used to literally looking up at subordinates.

"Are you... gainfully employed? I can't do anything about the shoes, but I can replace your coffee and cupcake if you're willing to consider becoming a mercenary under my employ."

"Becomin' a what?"

Gina narrowed her eyes.

"Wild pack... that ain't that bar over offa 42nd street, is it?"

"Sorry," Mags grinned. "I'm a superhero girl through and through. But I'm not against the occasional team-up if you ever need anything," she added. "Father Gordanelli at St. Malachy's knows how to get ahold of me if you ever need me."

Nika nodded to Acrobat. "Very well. Until we meet again."

Then she turned her attention back to the tall volcanic woman. "A mercenary. Someone paid to protect things or people. Or as one of my employees puts it, getting paid to hit things. Sound interesting?"

She kept her face placid. While this woman didn't reek of intelligence, her powers could be useful if directed the right way.

"Not that I know of. It's what my team is called."

The concrete sidewalk around Gina's feet slowly bubbled. She pondered.

"Gettin' paid to hit stuff? That sounds too good to be true..."

"Not in our world," Mags laughed. "Having said that? This was fun," she added. "I do hope you'll look me up if you ever need me." With that, and a nod, she headed away.

To buy her father a gift again and then head home.

Nika winced at the heat rolling off the lava woman.

"It is true. I already have a big man on the team who gets paid to hit stuff. But the more muscle, the better." She swiped at the sweat starting to bead on her forehead.

"Can you... powerdown? Un-lava-fy? Possibly before you fall into a building's basement."

"Huh?"

Gina looked down at herself.

"Oh. Yeah, I could, but I kinda sorta, um... burned my clothes off."

She thought for a moment.

"How's dis?"

She switched her form to metal.

"Much less hot, thank you." Naked metallic woman wouldn't seem quite as odd in New York than naked lava woman. Nika did wonder how many other forms the woman could take. Though she stopped herself from asking at the moment.

"The least I can do for keeping the odds even is get you something to cover up with. Then we'll get the coffee and cupcake while you listen to my offer of more steady employment?" She started gathering up her own bags of things that had littered the sidewalk. So much for those outfits to wear on a date.

Clothes! Gina's ears perked up.

"Steady employment, huh? My mom would like the sound of that... you sure that Wild Bunch ain't a strip club or somethin'?"

"Wild Pack, but yes. Steady employment. You'd get to travel with the team as well when we do missions all over the Americas." She shoved everything back in the bags and straightened up.

"A steady check with bonuses for completion of missions. And I assure you, no stripping."

"Travel? Um... there might be a little problem there wit' gettin' into Canada. Little somethin' wit' a hockey team, some kinda cup, and a whole lotta beer... it was a while back, but they might still hold a grudge."

Nika blinked and raised an eyebrow. The Symkarian knew nothing about the Stanley Cup, so she wasn't sure exactly what the problem was. "We'll look into that, but there are plenty of countries south of Canada that you can work in."

Former criminals weren't strangers to employ amongst the Wild Pack. Her mother had taken quite a few and earned their loyalty. Nika just hoped employing this woman on wasn't going to be beyond her abilities.

"Yeah, there might be a little problem wit' Mexico, too. It's a long story. There was this arm wrasslin' contest for the bar tab. They musta built that place out of cardboard, and who knew cactus could catch fire like that? Anyways. Them Federale dudes have no sense of humor."

Gina delicately stepped out of the molten concrete before it could harden around her feet.

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