[center][h2]Miria[/h2][/center]

As big and populated as Grailham was, it was surprisingly easy to be alone.  Curious, for a supposedly social animal like humans ,but it suited Miria's purposes well enough.  And some time just spent out by oneself was always good, anyway.  An ordinary young lady would probably be concerned with walking around a city at night, alone, but she was far from ordinary and quite confident in her ability to defend herself.  

In what was becoming an all too regular occurrence, explosions rocked the relative peace of the evening.  It didn't take that long to get the general direction and begin running toward it.  As some do in this city, either heroes themselves or the sort drawn to opportunities to see them.  Either outcome was one Miria could be happy with.  She'd get involved if she had to, though she wouldn't be too impressive in ordinary civilian clothing.  She'd have to ask someone how they actually had those ridiculous outfits ready at a moment's notice one of these days.  

By the time she arrived on the scene, a few others had already gotten involved.  Including one she recognized.  Dynamo.  So much for a scoop, with that guy and his drones around.  The sound of her hurried footsteps would surely have already alerted everyone there to her arrival.  Silver hair streaming behind her, Miria hardly seemed to be winded as she burst onto the scene.  "You and that crate aren't going anywhere," she announced with all the authority and command of someone used to giving commands.  "You won't be getting past me, anyway."  She didn't move to engage, but instead to head off anyone trying to get away, with or without the loot.