[h2]Current form: [color=00aeef]Amber Levesque[/color][/h2]

Warning: a good amount of swears

Amber checked her watch again. It read 11. [color=00aeef][i]Oh thank god, I can go.[/i][/color] She stood up and shut down her computer. As she walked out, she high fives her replacement. [color=00aeef]”See you tomorrow, Ted.”[/color] She jogged to her car, wanting to get home as soon as possible, or if not home, then at least, not work. The classic roll of a storm echoed through the air, signifying that there would probably be lightning forming. [color=00aeef][i]I fucking hate working late, but beating some bastard up’ll feel great.[/i][/color]

She started the car and left the parking lot. She tuned the radio while doing so. Eventually, she found the good rock channel just as her favorite band started playing. [color=00aeef]”Duh, duhduhduh, duhduhduh, wehnehnehnehnehnehneh. Hell to the yes!”[/color] Rather fittingly, the song was “Back in Black” by AC/DC. Unfortunately, as she was driving, one of the signs said that there was a traffic accident. Right there, Amber decided that she would take the tollway. Though it takes her a farther way away than the freeway, it would be faster in the long run.

After driving a bit, she turned onto the road that would lead to her house. As a result, though, it took her by the warehouse district. As she was driving, she noticed some flashes and heard some gunshots. She decided to break this fight up and pulled over. She turned off her engine and popped the trunk. 5 minutes later, Dr. Wattz was running as fast as she could, electricity crackling around her eyes. She got to the fight scene just in time to see someone chase after someone else.

She immediately ran after them, trying to catch a glimpse of who she was dealing by throwing electrobolts at them. She saw shimmers of metal on the closer one and decided to target that one. They ran down the stairs and out the warehouse they were fighting in. Overhead, the storm rolled. Eventually, they ended up in a dead end, one of them gone. Luckily, the one that was shiny was still there. She grabbed one of her 360 speakers and threw it. As soon as it left her hand, it started playing [url=https://youtu.be/v2AC41dglnM]a very distinct guitar riff[/url]. At the same time, she started putting together Mjolnir and swung it. The song skipped to “You’ve been... THUNDERSTUCK!” And impact was made. Lightning raced through the sky and landed on the hammer, racing through it and onto the now-obviously-a-robot’s face. She spoke, her voice taking on an electric crackle, [color=fff200]”Let’s dance, fucker.[/color]