[center][h1] Rockwoman [/h1]
[h2] A Night on the Town [/h2]
[h3] Part 1 of ??? [/h3] [/center]

Eventually, her patience ran out, and with a sigh, Serene pulled herself to her feet, the genius shaking her head, as she reached up a hand, rubbing her forehead. She felt a bit of a headache from the sudden movement, as the blood in her body sloshed in the vessels. Taking a moment to steady herself, Serene walked back over to where her phone was charging, just as it beeped. Unlocked the device, she saw it was a text from her grandmother, just a simple check in message. It brought a smile to her face.

[i]Hey Grandma, doing fine, just bored, considering going to the junkyard on the edge of town, see if I can get stuff. You?[/i]

She sent it, turning, walking into her bedroom, grabbing her jacket on the bed, pulling it on over top of her skinsuit, sighing, as another beep came, checking confirmed it was her grandmother. A quick read made her pause, her eyes widening.

[i]Serene, it just so happens that I was having a nice chat with Detective Ridley, you know, the nice fellow who looked into your father's accident? Apparently there's been some gang activity in the area. You should be careful, but there is a reward for some of them.[/i]

Gang activity. That wasn't good. She remembered the Detective, he'd been a lower ranked cop when her father had died, and while the official report had said it had been an accident, apparently now Detective Ridley had never been sure, but had followed orders from higher up. It made her consider seeing him later, to talk about it, since he'd never gone into detail, in part due to her young age, and a desire perhaps to shield her. Her Grandmother probably knew the full story, with all the connections the now elder heroine had. She considered how to respond, before sending a text back finally.

[i]I'll be careful, I need the parts, I'll take my pistol, even if its useless. Any news on my application for concealed carry?[/i]

She kept her phone in her hand, switching to the bounty board app, confirming that there was a general purpose bounty for any and all information leading to arrests of various gang members, and a higher reward for bringing one in. It was worth considering, the two bounties weren't chump change, but nor were they like, eyebrow raising. Enough to perhaps consider bagging a few to get enough money for a down payment on a wheeled form of transportation, or just to put ads in the paper for her repair business. A beep, and she checked again.

[i]Nothing yet, but I'll let you know, as I did ask the Detective about that. Have fun![/i]

[i]Thanks Gran, I will. I'm still coming for dinner this Friday, so make sure the twins don't eat everything before I get there, alright?[/i]

She was already moving back out of her bedroom, grabbing her pistol from its spot, sure, it was a visible weapon, but the orange markings was to let the cops know it was a taser type weapon, and thus harmless. Granted, being the daughter of a former hero, and a distinguished one at that(even if she didn't know any of his antics due to her father never talking of them, let alone who his arch-nemesis was), had its perks, but she tried to be by the book as much as possible. In part that was due to her desire to be above the criminals who preyed upon the city, but also...to not use her position as the Drake's daughter to earn favors and the like. She'd do it of her own accord. Though an energy weapon like the one her power suit had was bound to get her into trouble eventually, hence the desire for a concealed weapon permit. Another text, but just her grandmother confirming her request. So no need to respond.

Stepping to the door out, she checked to make sure she had everything, her wallet snug in her jacket pocket, her phone in the other. She really needed to buy some clothing that could go over top of the suit, even if just a pair of shorts, to put stuff into. Even if it'd look weird. The sensation of the weight created by her belongings...yeah. The taser was strapped to her thigh, and out she stepped, locking the door behind her. Seeing Martha as she stepped up the stairs, she offered a light wave and nod, the same being returned, before she moved through the doors, out into the early evening air, letting the portals to her apartment building swing shut behind her. She stretched, before glancing around, trying to decide where to go...The streets quiet for the moment, no one seemingly nearby her on the side walk. But that could change, easily. So, she turned, and began to walk along the street, heading for the junkyard. She figured she'd be there in about forty-five minutes at her current pace, more if she ran into trouble, but that'd be unlikely, right?

Yeah, totally...