[i]Heh....welcome to Hell, Tesla...playground of the damned.[/i] From atop the flattened and tarred roof of medium level apartment complex, down unto the bustling city streets glared a set of two vicious, glintering ice blue eyes upon the hustle and the frantic and indeed chaotic flow of the city's traffic, the rancorous ruckus of screeching rubber against the bloodstained and dry, cracked pavement, the surreal blaring of what seemed a thousand horns all being sounded at once, and the crashing of steel against hardened steel with a shattering burst of glass to follow. Soon would follow the cries and wails of the fire engines and other municipal service vehicles, ah the typical and most decadent of feelings...chaos...disrepair....anarchy... It sent such pleasurable chills up the girl's spine as a smirk formed under her respirator and she lowered her blue-tint goggles over her eyes. At about that time she had gotten a message, her cellphone vibrating in the back pocket of her black denim babydoll shorts. Maria flipped it open, reading the text about a meeting. [i]Marcus....[/i] She hissed before setting the phone back with a loud snap and flipping on her iPod, slipping in her Skullcandy buds into her ears, the psycho-electric and metal-laden sinister grooves of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3-H5jGoags]Rob Zombie[/url] assaulting her eardrums, but in a most desired and pleasant kind of way.

She took one step off the ledge, and suddenly she shot off like a tomahawk missile towards the next building, boosted by the ever violent and powerful surge of lightning from her hands over to the next building, where she latched into the brick with her sharp, insidious steel talons and flung herself over the bannister, darting as rapid as she could across the rooftop, soon to leap and vault herself over to the next, then the next as Maria again surged her hands full of electric bliss and propelled herself skyward, landing gracefully on her feet with such an ill snicker of glee....after she crashed recklessly through the window of Marcus' office. "So...am I late?" Shaking off the glass from her wild hair, Maria removed her goggles. Good thing for her she didn't get rid of her respirator, because she damn well didn't want to smell the disease freak Flint. Just by the look on everyone else's faces....she could tell he was putting off some rank and definitely nauseating odors.