[center][color=8882be][h3]Violet[/h3][/color][/center]

"[color=8882be]Never said we were heroes.[/color]" Violet responded to Ashton. "[color=8882be]But as a Variante, you don't get a choice. You're in the club whether you like it or not.[/color]" 

As everyone left the room and started through the dance floor, Violet slowly followed without a care for what might come next. Just before she got out the door, the teargas started to roll in and the crowd began panicking. She wished she could say she was surprised. At least the text had been right, that was something.

"[i]Don't move, hands behind your back![/i]" she heard someone shout. [i][color=8882be]... Does this idiot mean 'behind the back of your head?' Geez, even strike squads can't police right. Although, this smoke...[/color][/i] 

Violet began silently giggling to herself hysterically. This was a good chance to do some field testing. She quickly slid back to Luna. "[color=8882be]Hey, get me the lamb's keys. Take Jaybird's car to get out of here if you know which one it is, otherwise steal one. I'll cover your escape. Make sure not to let any of my little Vs get hurt, kaykay?[/color]"

With that she began to hide in the smoke when she noticed that Jennifer was being molested. [i][color=8882be]Shit. Alright then...[/color][/i] A tune began in her mind and she began nodding her head to it. [i][color=8882be]I'm beginning to feel like a rap god...[/color][/i] After a second of focus she'd brought out a fifteen meter spool of metallic wire from a compartment on her bracer. [i][color=8882be]... from the front to the back nod, back nod...[/color][/i] She cleared the distance from the door to the right side of the club in a single quick hop and began wrapping one end of the wire to the metal drainpipe just inside the alley there. [i][color=8882be]... thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?[/color][/i]