[h2][b]THE PARKING GARAGE[/b][/h2]
The entire situation was rather low-key. The standard shady dealing done out and away from the public eye, but for what, Abigail could not tell. To make this go over smoothly, she would have to apprehend the goons first before moving to the head honchos. Just like in Power Ra- hang the hell on, who was that? In the corner of her eye, Star Ruby saw the streak of blue and gold spin from behind a pillar into plain sight, declaring its presence to the entirety of those present. Oh no, she wasn't going to let herself be upstaged by some Sentai-looking Beetleborg, no siree! She felt the corona around her head flare into life as she arched her back to curve into the parking garage. Her boots met the paved floor with a skid, hands at her sides and one foot forward like a determined cowboy. One finger pointed through the rabble of motorcyclists and bodyguards, she addressed The Chairman directly.

"Not so fast, Suit and Tie. Didn't your daddy ever teach you that playing with guns and [b]ESCAPING FROM JAIL[/b] were only things that crim scum do?"

Yeah that is it! Get all Dredd on them, that would give her a good start to build her image. She could afford some quips and small talk, after seeing that the other upstart, Blitz whatever, seemed to have the ring-wearing, [b]fire-flinging[/b] criminal's attention pretty solidly. Maybe, if she played this right, she could escort this man back to the custody of the proper authorities and get a little bit of notice for it as well on the way. She stood stoic, hands at the ready as she clenched her fist at the older man. Around the fist, the air seemed to warp for a moment before settling.

"Now then, SIR. Are you going to put the gun down, tell your cronies to go home and come along quiet-like? I very much doubt it. You look like a loud man."
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