[color=0054a6][h2][u][b][center]FORCE[/center][/b][/u][/h2][/color]

As Force jumped from building to building, she began to take stock of where exactly she wanted to end up. Already on the south end of the city, she remembered hearing from a friend of a friend that the Old Nueva Gang had something going on in the area... [i]the abandoned hospital?...[/i] she vaguely remembered. She considered going there to start trouble - or join in if it was already happening, but this didn't really suit her. They weren't [i]that[/i] likely to have that much shit going down, and they were generally no fun to deal with - had a tendency to try and track you, go after your family: the no-fun sorta things. 

But... weren't they meeting with some dude? some dude who was supposedly actually the hulk? [i]now THAT would be fun to fight,[/i] she considered. But still probably not worth pissing off old nueva. She looked around, and realized she had autopiloted to above a nearby Key Bank branch. [i]this is my stop, I guess,[/i] she decided, jumping off the top of a 14 story high rise. She hit the ground with a dull thud and a small crater, rising from it with her arms aglow. Walking up to the door of the bank, she chooses to simply punch a hole through the glass doors instead of trying the door. The security guard, already rather surprised by a woman falling off of the roof, shakily pointed her gun at Force.

Force glances sardonically at her, expressing the proper emotion with only her eyes: [color=ed1c24]"you really think that's gonna do anything?,"[/color] she asks, and the guard's resolve fails. 

Walking completely inside, she says a quick [color=ed1c24]"good afternoon"[/color] to the bank manager before looking around. [color=ed1c24]"uhm. Where is this bank's safe?"[/color] she demands of him. 

"Just over t-there" he says, his voice betraying his fear for a moment. 

[color=ed1c24]"Thanks!"[/color] she says, as she walks over and punches the vault door. she punches again. [i]stronger than anticipated[/i] she thinks, annoyed, as the third hit makes a crater in the door, smashing a hole in it with the fourth. walking in, she sees a bit of cash lying around - [i]amazing really: a hundred years ago, they were predicting cashless societies. some habits refuse to die, it seems,[/i] she considers as she grabs what she can and walks out of the building, quickly hustling into a nearby alley. she takes some turns down a few more alleys, a short back-track through the sewers, and into a recently abandoned crack house across the street from the hospital - letting her catch any exciting events as they happen. and she really hopes something will happen. That was unsatisfying.