[b]Sometime during the night of the blackout:[/b]

[url=https://i.imgur.com/CdV2xzV.jpg?1]Soo Jin "Jinny" Cheong[/url] was more than overjoyed by the blackout. She and her all girl street gang, based in a Korean-heavy neighborhood of Borough of Queens, didn't hesitate to take the opportunity to enrich themselves. They hurried out into the unprecedented darkness of the unusual power outage to begin their night long looting of a nearby commercial-heavy neighborhood.

This kind of behavior was common nature for the girl who went by the nickname [i]Jinny[/i]. It didn't match her name at all, though. Her given name, [i]Soo Jin[/i], translated as [i]treasure, excellence, or truth[/i], depending upon the region of Korean the naming parents originated from. Her surname of [i]Cheong[/i] was even more of a contrast, meaning [i]quiet[/i] or [i]gentle[/i].

Jinny may not have been either quiet or gentle, but [i]treasure[/i] was most definitely something she liked. Since her early teens, she'd been involved in criminal activities all aimed as filling her pockets with cash. Her closed juvenile record included dozens of charges for theft and burglary. She'd spent a total of nearly 3 years in one form of detention or another. She hadn't minded it, really, as her home life (which included a sexually abusive uncle and cousin) sucked. Also, while locked up, she made some good friends and even better contacts, and she learned a great deal about how to commit crimes without ending up behind bars.

Since turning 18 -- she was 22 now -- and entering the arena of adult charges, convictions, and jail sentences, Jimmy had gone to great extremes to avoid being arrested, charged, and convicted of something that could see her put away in [i]real[/i] prison. She'd been fairly successful at this. Sure, she'd been picked up often and even charged several times, but not once since reaching the age of Majority had she been convicted of anything more than a non-incarceration misdemeanor. 

Tonight, in concert with an ever-growing crowd of looters and rioters, Jinny and her girls were involved in clearing out a jewelry store, a (relatively, for Queens) upscale clothing store, an electronics store, and more. The downside to [i]this[/i] blackout, obviously, was that they had to pack away their loot by hand. It didn't make sense to her that cars, trucks, motorcycles, and other such vehicles would be affected by an electrical grid power outage.

Jinny might have been a [i]gansta[/i], but she was no idiot. She'd seen movies and television shows about the damage done by electromagnetic pulse weapons. She was certain that that was what had happened. She had the same thought many others had had since the lights went out: [i]Russia[/i].

Didn't matter why or who or how to Jinny tonight, though. Her mind was firmly on getting what she wanted.

As the evening went on, she found a shopping cart and, with one of her [i]Girls[/i] sharing protection of it, began filling it with their loot. It was getting near 3am when Jinny heard her fellow gang member crying out and cursing someone who apparently was stealing their [i]treasure[/i]. From inside the store she was currently perusing, Jinny came running out to find her friend on the ground. She was being punched by one man while a second one was ripping her clothes from her torso, likely preparing to rape her.

While this was happening, a third guy had snatched the cart and was pushing it away at a quick clip. Jinny pulled the stainless-steel bodied Beretta from her belt, aimed it carefully at the back of the man stealing her stolen shit, pulled back the hammer, and carefully squeezed off a shot. Her friend's cries for help and the wannabe rapists' laughs were interrupted by the loud explosion. The man stealing the cart jerked and fell down, the cart getting away from him. 

Nearer her, the other two men stood tall with shocked looks on their faces. One froze at the sight of the gun pointing right at his chest, the light from a nearby structure fire glinting off its shiny surface. The other man hesitated only a moment, then turned to run away, not willing to risk death just to put his cock inside a warm, wet hole.

By now, Jinny was burning up with anger. She redirected the pistol's aim and popped off three shots at the fleeing man. She hit him two, maybe three times, sending him face first onto the pavement. The third man lifted his hands up and out, blurting out what he thought was a forgivable excuse: "[i]We were just having fun, baby. We thought she looked like she wanted--[/i]"

That was all the farther he got before a bullet went through his upper chest, tearing through his trachea.  Three more shots exploded in the night, each of them hitting the man as he was falling toward the pavement.  Jinny's attention moved between the three dead men. If she had looked beyond them, she would have seen others scattering into the night, fearful that perhaps they were the next to be shot.

"Come on, we gotta go," she told her friend as she ran for the still rolling shopping cart. "Let's [i]go![/i]"

Miraculously (or maybe not, considering the night), the pair got back to Jinny's apartment without any more hassles, let alone involvement by the police. They dumped their cart of booty and rummaged through it for a while before Jinny went outside to survey they neighborhood. There seemed to be large, roaring fires in every direction, in addition to the occasional sound of gunfire.

She and her friend headed out again to see if they could find any of their [i]Girls[/i], which they eventually did shortly before dawn. Jinny did some more looting, but only for small stuff she could carry in a cloth bag she'd found. 

At one point, looking at how many stores had been broken into, looted, and in some cases set a blaze, she thought to herself, [i]There ain't gonna be anything more of value to steal round her tomorrow.[/i]

That was when she looked down the street to the northwest and saw the dark hulk of the Roosevelt Island bridge. She grabbed her friend by her newly [i]acquired[/i] leather jacket, pointed, and said, "Tomorrow, if the power ain't back ... we make a visit to Minnehanonck."

Her fellow gang member asked, "To [i]where?[/i]"

Jinny ignored her friend's lack of historical knowledge, saying, "I'm going home. Gotta look through out take and maybe find someone to fuck."

She smiled wide, finishing, "This has been a good day."