Grease grimaced, as he turned to see the tornado was gone. It wasn't difficult to see that the other conduits were flocking towards where the Rogue had landed, all eager for the prize. He let out a sigh, knowing that it would be futile going there now. He let go of the girls hand severely disappointed. "Well, looks like that's that. Good job, team." He muttered, his voice low and silent. "Well, I'd better jet, I've got some steam to let off." He said, turning away.

He walked over to the edge of the building, spreading his arms as he let himself fall. in midair, he spun, going down fist first, his body straight and stiff. As his fist came into contact with the asphalt below, or what was left, anyways, it rippled, creating a soft (albeit sticky and warm) pit, cushioning his fall. He almost instantly sprung back out, the tar sliding cleanly off of his body and clothing. The asphalt hardened, creating multiple spikes in the road. 

There were car lights off in the distance, perfect targets. Grease sped off, slamming into as many Blanks (What he called non-conduits) as he could, knocking them to the concrete sidewalks, targeting down the nearest vehicle. As he neared it, he leapt up, fist raised, as if to come down and punch the speeding automobile. However, at the last moment, he spread out, latching onto the roof of the car, then sliding down next to the drivers side, so he was running next to the car.

The driver was, needless to say, confused. Grease smiled, waved, then laughed as a spike of pavement came up, impaling the car, stabbing right through the engine, stopping just in front of the drivers throat. "You know, I was a little short on cash. You wouldn't happen to have any?" Grease asked the driver, grabbing the mans wallet. All the while, the man begged for mercy, stammering about how he had always supported conduits, on and on. 

[i][b]BOOM[/i][/b]

A plume of fire and smoke engulfed the car, blasting Grease back a ways. It appeared some Blank with a gun had tried to be a good samaritan, but missed his shot, instead igniting some of the fuel that was dripping from the car. Grease laid on the ground, stunned for a moment, his ears ringing, his face smudged. For a moment he thought about the blood girl, felt bad for leaving her. What was he supposed to do, take her out for coffee? argued one part of his brain. He shook it all of, and stood up. 

"I am most definitely not a people person." He muttered to himself, before he began to sprint back to his apartment. He knew that his little rampage back there was going to attract some attention, and he didn't want to be there for more conduits to get him. He sighed, running a lot slower than usual, his mind weighing him down. [i]'No. Don't think. Thinking slows you down. If you were faster, you could've helped tho- collected the reward money.'[/i] He scolded himself, having to correct an error he made. [i]'You're inFamous now, you can't go back."[/i] The voice in his mind muttered.