Sawyer hated school. To be fair, she hated everything, but school had a special place in her stone cold heart, a place more filled with loathing and detestation than any part of her, a place that also harbored her hate for cats, Squirrel Girl, people who do bad shit, and most sequels. Oh, how she abhorred every moment of her required seven-hour school day, which only made it feel longer. But there was one class that she hated slightly less than most: biology. Key word being slightly, as most days it was just reading textbooks and writing out short essays, but, on occasion, the class would have a dissection. It never really mattered to Sawyer what it was they were dissecting, as long as it was alive once. It was a great way to let out her anger.

This wasn't one of those days. It was, instead, a boring day of reading. Halfway through the class, however, the day was spiced up by the feeling of a vibration in her pocket, which she instantly identified as a text from her phone. She slid iPhone out of her pocket and looked at the notification, surprised to see the contact it was from, and more importantly, the message.  [i][b]'Meme Bitch:[/b] Hey, There's a super villain attack two blocks away.  We finally got a gig, though it only pays a small bounty.  Whatever, we need the money so go to...'[/i]

[color=ed1c24]"Fuck!"[/color] Sawyer muttered, seeing that the notification stopped there. [color=ed1c24]"Stupid fucking apple device."[/color] she then put in her password of 3825 into the phone to read the full message. [i][b]'Meme Bitch:[/b]There's a super villain attack two blocks away.  We finally got a gig, though it only pays a small bounty.  Whatever, we need the money so go to 2nd and 15th if you want to help.'[/i] Once she read the full message, she shoved her textbook into her backpack and zipped it closed, before throwing it over one shoulder. That was another thing she loved about this class. The teacher, Ms. Prinston, was an extremely old woman, who was half deaf, half blind, and was probably a little senile in some regard. Due to the woman's ailments, Sawyer always had the option to leave.

[color=ed1c24]"I'm checking out, teach. See you next class."[/color] she said, swinging the door open and exiting.

[color=lightgray]"Eh?"[/color] she heard from the room as she threw her hood over her head and walked through the halls of the building. It only took a few minutes to get to her crappy sedan outside. When she did, she popped open the back to see her badass costume along with all of her weapons in their holsters. This was going to be epic.

Sawyer grabbed all of her things and got into the backseat of her car to change. And it was in moments like those that she considered what the word "super" actually means. It wasn't all Batmobiles and Fortresses of Solitude. At least Superman got it partially right. After all, that asshole had to get changed a goddamned phone booth. In her case, "super" meant struggling to put on a bulletproof vest while pressed up against a window.

Once she had everything on, she grabbed some duct tape and two black cloth napkins from under the seats, both of which with her and her school's insignia on them. After looking out the window to make sure no one was watching, she opened her car door, went around to the front, taped the napkin over her licence plate, and did the same to the back. Then she got into the driver's seat and put the key into the ignition, before pulling out of the school's parking lot and to the direction of the attack.