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The city was shittier than usual that day. Car alarms going off, robberies, SUPER was getting swarmed with calls of rampant mutant and mystic activity. Firefights, water fights, freak thunderstorms that sprung up, then floated away. All the factions in town were likely at work. Police chatter also was at an all time high. Any tool with a police scanner would know.

Amelia’s day had been busy so far. Super had been called in on several of those events. There had been a violent attack at a subway, at the subway, one in a park— she had not gone to every call. She could not be everywhere, all at once. But she had tried to put out fires where ever she could. She had definitely seen a few of the city’s pervasive vigilante heroes leaping across rooftops, or flying to the scene of crimes. Sharing the load. Even worked alongside some. A guy in a helmet, at a water fight. That had been a memorable affair. It was good her overcoat was imbued with waterproofing, or else the leather would have been ruined. The same could not be said about all of her clothing.

Now she was a little damp, still, but drying. Underneath a big coat that was suspiciously dry.

The most dangerous crimes were being targeted first. Bank robberies, those were of lesser importance, unless people were in danger. Or else stuff happened directly in front of her eyes.

She had just finished responding to the water call, which was the third that day. So far. She was walking. Would have been riding in her company car, headed back towards base, except for that pesky thing called traffic. Go figure. Set off enough fires and put enough chaos on the streets, and best you could do was drive until you couldn’t drive any longer, park where applicable, then walk.

After the water fight, she had needed to leave the vehicle behind. She had gathered up whatever she might need, and could carry. A TASER, her sidearm, a shotgun strapped to the inside of her duster coat… don’t ask. It could be useful. And she had brought a portable radio, and police scanner. To keep up-to-date on happenings,

She turned a corner, and about a block ahead, a vehicle smashed into the side of a bank. People started exiting the building in a rapid fashion: something was going on. A moment later, the police scanner chattered… about something entirely unrelated. She pulled out the scanner, muted it, then spoke into her radio alerting SUPER to violent mutant activity at a bank. At such and such address. She was on-foot, en route. Then, she began to run in the direction everyone else was fleeing.

The city was having some real problems. All she could do was her best. In the back of her mind, tinny laughter echoed. She ignored it. Just a trick of sound.