[color=6ecff6][b]Speed Demon[/b][/color]

[color=a2d39c]"Yo Speed."[/color] A large man rolled up to her, flying Discord colors. She recognized him as Tiny, a man she had ran the shadows with a few time. He was a bear of a man, looking like he was chiseled out of a mountain by an artist that just did a rough job of carving out his features. [color=a2d39c]"We running alone again? Ya can run with me to that silver asshole's place, ya know? That stuck up pansy needs a bit of teaching."[/color]

Franceska Dunvichov, or as she was known in this sort of circle, Speed Demon, simply smirked as she dodged several obstacle before jumping over another gap to another building, Tiny following close beside her. They were riding on the building tops, where a good bit of routes known to taggers were, though those with a fear of heights, or less powerful Gears often took lower routes as these usually included high flying jumps to traverse.

[color=6ecff6]"Not this time, big man."[/color] She spun to the side, avoiding another airvent.[color=6ecff6] "There's something bigger tonight. Got a letter from one of the Rats."[/color]

[color=a2d39c]"The Rats? Ratpack? Damn."[/color] There was a moment of silence as he thought on what she said. [color=a2d39c]"What do they want?"[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Don't know, but I'm sure as hell going to find out." [/color]Speed Demon turned in another direction, vaulting off another large metal structure. Seeing as Tiny wasn't going in her direction, she gave a brief wave to him before zooming off.

It was cathartic, being as free as this. Frederica didn't blame those taggers doing what they do. It was thrilling, exciting and a lot of fun. Plus they get to rant about whatever their cause was or something. It certainly beats the boring routine she had everyday. No one to tell her about how she got things wrong and how her father expected more too.

There was naught but the sound of her wheels whirring, and the sound of the city at night to accompany her as she made the trip over the rooftops. Speed knew she was heading for some warehouse in some remote location, but she hardly knew what their motive was.

When she finally arrived however, she found that the invitation in the letter was not extended only to her, but to a bunch of other people as well. Not really that 

[color=6ecff6]"Tch, buncha clowns here I see."[/color]

She went through the door, pushing through the people gathered there. [color=6ecff6]"Which one of you jokers are the Rat?"[/color]