SR1 again, and more Johnny. Never a bad thing, right?

The yellow hoodie was baggy and at least two sizes too large for her. It was also not her color at all. Whoever was behind the register of the shop didn't know that though, or care with the handgun currently being aimed at their head.

V yawned, and waved her gun a bit. "Mind hitting that tiny button for me?"

"W-what?"

"You know, the button." V said, as Johnny kicked over a display and went over to the next. "The one that activates the loud bells and all the whistles. It's been a slow week for us. Help a girl out."

The woman hesitated, then slowly lowered one arm to reach under the counter for the alarm.

It blared and V let an expectant smile grace her face. "Mr. King thanks you for your cooperation." She then put two bullets in the ceiling and ran for the door.

Johnny had his shotgun out when the first cop car arrived and unloaded it into the windshield. His aim was good in ways hers never could be, and she winced as he took another shot for good measure. If the cops weren't out to get them before, they were now.

A sweet looking Bootlegger tried to swerve around her, but hit their brakes when she refused to budge. It hit hard enough to bruise, but didn't knock her off of her feet. "Hey, you!" She slid off of the hood and kept her gun between the man's eyes. "Get the fuck out!"

He ran for it and the two of them piled into the car just as the second Five-O showed up. "You ready for this?" Gat asked, reloading his shotgun.

She took a deep breath. "I'm either going to love this or regret this. Maybe both."

"Nothing to regret here aside from the colors we're wearing. To see the look on that motherfucker's face when the news comes on…"

King was going to be pissed. Calls had to be going out right now, and as they sped towards the shops downtown they were only going to increase in volume. It brought a smile to her face.

Halfway through the torching of a shop that catered only to the so-called elite, V realized she wasn't regretting much either. The smug asshole at the front ran away the minute they smashed the window, and Gat's molotov made sure that no one else stuck around. She laughed, actually laughed when Gat threw on the largest obnoxious chain the store offered, and piled two or three around her neck when she wasn't shoving rings onto her hands.

It was the stupid kind of fun she missed, and they charged out towards their car as the cops barricaded the front, hooting and hollering King's praises. Somehow they made it inside without getting winged and she threw the Bootlegger into reverse only to hit a news van.

She got the car moving just in time to avoid being sandwiched in by the police, and Johnny tapped his gun against his leg. "Okay, we have their attention. Now to try something different. You like art?"

"What?" A pedestrian dove out of their way and V almost rode the sidewalk to avoid them. "Depends on the definition."

"Of what?"

"Art. Paintings I'm cool with. Blinking lights in empty rooms, not so much."

"Think you'll like this one then. You know those bowling pins they have in Brighton? The ones that the city commissioned or some shit? I bet you can't knock them down."

Those pins wouldn't budge easily. Not without a lot of force backing her up, but she didn't care, not when she had a car in decent shape and a prick to prove wrong. "You're on."

The cops behind them had no idea what was coming. To be honest, neither did she, not when she hit the jump at the speed she did.

The car slammed into the pins, scattering them as the vehicle skidded over the uneven surface. Her hands clutched the wheel so tightly it hurt, and as she spun to compensate the car ran out of concrete to skate on. Her seatbelt held her down as the wheels hit the ground, shaking the entire framework around them.

"…Fuck me," she gasped, dully aware that they were not dead or on their way to the hospital.

Johnny almost looked impressed. "Okay, that was pretty tight. Should probably get moving before the others catch up though."

She didn't need to be told twice. Stomping down on the gas, she was amazed that the car was even capable of moving after a stunt like that. It slid onto the pavement, and she strongly considered keeping it. "I should bronze this thing once we're done. Bronze it and never take it on the road ever again."

"All that for a shitty Bootlegger? Not even worth it."

"I'm still able to bitch at you. It's worth it," V replied, still catching her breath. "God, it's worth it."

That made him look at her. Hell, he might have even raked his eyes over her. It was difficult to tell with her attention split between him and the flashing lights in the rearview mirror. "You're getting off on this, aren't you?"

"No." They cut around a car and she realized her heart was pounding harder than usual. "Well, not exactly. …But I'd be lying if I said that this doesn't feel fucking amazing."

"Good to know," he said, a wicked grin on his face.

The next sharp turn she took sent them sliding into a van, and she scraped the side as they flew forward. It did little to affect the rush of energy gripping her, but she was fine with that. She almost didn't want it to stop. "What's next?"

"Hughes. That fucking statue of his needs to disappear. This isn't going to do shit to it, though. We need something bigger."

"Like, van bigger, or bulldozer bigger?"

Gat thought about it for a second then nodded in agreement. "Bulldozer should do it. I like the way you think. There's a warehouse nearby. Let's see if we can borrow it for a while, perform a duty as citizens of Stilwater."

Sure enough one was waiting there, like a bizarre gift from a higher power. Johnny covered her as she messed with the controls, shouting odd directions as she got it going. As to why he wasn't driving it instead she wasn't sure, but she wasn't about to challenge him on that with the half the department on their asses.

"Now we're going to wipe out that statue," he told her between shots. "Do some proper redecorating."

"So you do know how to show a girl a good time after all," she said, clearing the road through nothing short of brute force. The Rollerz had thrown their lot into the fight and she aimed for them directly, crushing anything blue that dared get in front of her. The bulldozer made it too easy not to.

Johnny put a hand on the back of her seat and he leaned in by her ear. "I do have my ways."

Oh, she liked that. That low tone pitched just right. Bastard. "Hughes is going to have to spend a lot of money after this."

"Good."

He went back to firing on the cops pursuing them, and V waited for the statue to come into view. Construction equipment was not known for its speed, and it crawled up the hill as bullets flew over her head.

"Come on, you piece of shit!" It lurched and she heard the crunch of a car being pulled under. "We are making this happen!"

They plowed right into it, jumping out seconds before the impact. The cars piled into each other as the stone Earth came down, flattening everything in its way. It rolled off to the side as she climbed to her feet and Johnny barely missed a falling arm himself.

"One last thing before we go."

She saw the grenade and whistled. "A lovely parting gift?"

"You know what? You're all right," he replied, throwing it as far as he could manage.

The giddy feeling that inspired made her want to slap herself. "Flatterer. You owe me booze, by the way."

"That's what you decided on?" he asked as the site of the statue caught fire. "Better be cheap."

"Oh no, you're buying. I've got something top shelf in mind. High-proof. Maybe if you ask nicely I'll share it."

They headed into the bushes and she heard him chuckle. "Maybe I will."