Lucas stood beside Quiet-girl watching  Captain Subtlety add destruction of property to the list of charges the BSI jerks would be using to hold them. Honestly, he wasn’t even bothered by her blunder so much as he was exasperated by the day, a sentiment she clearly shared. He heard the frightened little beeps his watch chimed out while they watched her take out her frustration on the poor car.

Internally he hoped this was their cruel gym teacher’s car.

He walked over to the vehicle and found that she had successfully opened the door, even if the damage made the hinges difficult to move. After getting the door open wide enough he slid into the driver’s seat. His eyes briefly flashed as he scanned over the interior, his mind flashing with an understanding of the make and model, down to the parts required to build it. Most of the information was the same as usual, so he focused on the important bits. With only a little pulse of his cursed powers the alarm was blissfully silent.

He hopped out of the car and heaved a small sigh, his shaky fingers busying themselves with adjusting his glasses, “Before all the kings horses and men in black storm the lot, we should probably pick another one, sans holes.” He nudged the debris that had been a door handle, “..and with working door mechanisms.”