“No, it's all auto-piloted,” Lexi replied to the man, who had come into the jet shortly after her. Unfortunately, she couldn't keep from staring at his uniform a little longer than would be considered polite. She figured that it had something to do with his powers, though what powers would need a suit of metal and wiring she had no idea. The way he looked out the window of the jet dissuaded any further conversation, so Lexi kept her curiosity to herself.
His unfriendly demeanor didn't really matter, however, as the third member of their little squad, the girl who had given the guy what he had dropped earlier in the week, arrived. Almost immediately, the engines of the jet began to hum, the hangar doors opening to allow it to taxi to the end of the runway, which was surprisingly well-developed for a private island. In moments, they were in the air and heading towards their destination.
Taking the speed of the jet into consideration, it as no surprise that they arrived at the bank within ten minutes. The building was large and well-built, but what was most noticeable was the police vehicles surrounding the exits. Several of them looked up with puzzled expressions as the jet hovered over top of the bank, the cabin depressurizing to allow the doors to open. Without really waiting for the others, Lexi had unbuckled and stood by the door, ready to go once they opened.
And go she did, jumping out of the jet and using her air powers to shatter the skylight in order to keep from hurting herself as she dropped through. It also had the added bonus of catching the criminals off guard, which allowed her to take one out with ease. Of course, she knew that she wouldn't be able to take them all on, as there were at least ten or eleven of them. Hopefully her two allies would be down shortly, already she was beginning to feel overwhelmed as three engaged her in combat, wielding knives or baseball bats with deadly ferocity.