"There is no light without darkness ,no hope without despair, no day without night, no lie without truth and no 'peace' without anarchy. "

Propaganda. Cecilia called it propaganda. 

You have food. You have water. You have homes. Be grateful or we'll take that away. It could be worse. Things might be bad but at least there's some good, complain and we'll make it worse.

The streets were a mess. It was a fight or flight world now and the
Superpowered held the upper hand. The common folk were suffering. Cecilia couldn't care less about them. It was a pretty fun world, she got what she wanted as long as she kept out of the Imperium's way.

What Cecilia did care about was the whispers of the wind. She had heard the plot, the other day.  The wind usually brought nonsense like "The Chases are having pancakes for dinner!" or "A new cafe is opening downtown". Honestly, the wind was downright useless half the time yet yesterday, it had finally proven its worth.

The Imperium were planning to leave earth and blow it up while they were at it. Cecilia was ok with the Imperium take over the world and let anarchy rule idea. She didn't care who reigned. "But blow up the world?!," that was Cecilia's thing. Sure, she hadn't done destroyed the world yet, but it was soon to be done in the foreseeable future and the Imperium were gonna do it instead? Oh hell no.

"Rrrwargh," her stomach grumbled. She'd been meaning to drop by the bank soon anyway... Get some cash for food and transport and maybe a hired merc to work with her and the world would be kaboom-free for a while.

There's no time better than the pres- oh no, it was night. She'd have to wait. Urgh. Maybe she'd break into a random hotel room and stay there...

*time skip*


"AAAARGHHH," a loud scream woke Cecilia up. Oops, looks like room service had found her.

"Ciao," she waved bye as she flew out the window. Money, Money, Sweet Honey, here she comes!

The bank was pretty empty. She wouldn't have hostages then, but Cecilia wouldn't need them either. 

"Hey, I'm pretty broke,can you help me?" she said to the bank teller. They were like zombies. All the bank tellers simultaneously walking to the vault and taking the cash. Some were whimpering, others were too shocked to speak. Hmm, losing control of their body and watching it do things could be terrifying. Hmph. Cecilia wouldn't know. 

Time to fly off with her money. It's not like the "police" could track her anyway.