Fear. Destruction. I received my assignment and was set loose to go about it as I pleased. The question was: how? What on earth could I possibly do to cause the panic and mayhem that Wraith wanted? Especially since he wanted something done by that night. So, of course, I once again found myself on a rooftop.

Have you ever seen a cartoon of a superhero perched majestically on a rooftop? Well it's not as fun as it looks. It's windy, cold, and, on this particular night, very wet. But I digress.

Beneath me ran West Axon, the busiest street in Lenoir. I'd walked the length of the street earlier, carefully tossing small explosives onto the pavement. Now, car after car drove over them, the drivers oblivious.

I waited, trying not to let the cold distract me. My eyes darted along the street, looking for a target. There! A bus of sleepy people drifted almost soundlessly through the night traffic. It was time for a wake-up call. Fingers straying across the switch on my detonator, I watched. Finally, breath caught in my throat, sent the signal. Three parked car exploded in fire. One flipped sideways, missing the bus by a hair. The force of the blast sent the vehicle lurching forward. Every dozing head popped up as fire spilled onto the road. Perfect panic spread. The bus managed to stop and people spilled off. Many ran, but a few stopped to look for the blasts' source. That was my cue. I stepped onto the wall, standing tall and proud. Sirens wailed, but I held my ground. This time, I would make sure they saw me. The spectators finally noticed. They pointed my way and started pulling out cameras. Good. I waited for the flashing lights to reach the base of my building. I waited for them to catch sight of me and draw their guns. I waited... and then I ran. From my building to the next, then the one after. After, I slipped down a fire escape and headed down an alley.

"Stop!"

Just my luck. Detective pretty-boy.

"Sorry, hun," I spun to face him. "I've got places to be and things to do."

He stood facing me, illuminated from behind by a set of headlights. "The only place you need to be is a cozy little cell. There's a nice one waiting for you."

I cocked my head, pretending to think. "Hm... I'm thinking, no."

"Cut the crap. You're coming with me."

"After what you pulled last time? If you want me to come willingly, you should start by apologizing, maybe add some chocolates and flowers."

His eyes cast a withering glare. "I'm arresting you, not courting you."

Cocking a smile, I replied, "Shame." I had to repress a shudder.

As I turned away, I heard the unmistakable click of the safety switch on a gun. "Now, hun, what did I say about guns?"

"I don't care what the heck you said. I WILL use my gun if you force my hand." The words gained a bit more force when he placed the weapon against the back of my head. I grinned. perfect.

"You should really be careful where you put that." I one swift movement, I ripped the gun from his hand and socked him in the gut. I reached for my sonic, and froze. I had left it sitting on my bed, disassembled. Not good. He took the chance to throw me backward into a wall. I smacked it hard and winced. That would hurt tomorrow. Forward and back we danced, trading and dodging blows. Then, I heard shouting from the main street. We had been spotted. Thinking fast, I slammed my hands on the back of his head, pulling it down, and brought my knee up. I was greeted with a crunch and fountain of blood from his nose. For good measure I spun, long coat swinging around me, and swept him off his feet. Left with no other choice, I bolted.