The police car's engine - already fully exposed in front of the cracked windshield - roared like an Ursa Major as Weiss put the pedal to the plastic and directed the vehicle toward a large inclined plane with several white arrows on it.

Well, roughly toward.

Jaune, in the passenger seat, had one hand clamped firmly on the dash and the other clamped firmly over his mouth, but as the car - sirens blaring - sailed off the jump at a slight angle of forty-five degrees and cleared several rooftops, he appeared simply too utterly terrified to vomit.

In midair, Weiss's scroll rang, and she instinctively took both hands off the wheel and unbuckled her seatbelt to grope for it. She held it up between her face and the windshield with her dominant left hand just in time to return her right to the wheel as the car slammed back onto the road.

Pyrrha's image appeared on the screen. "Hello again!" she said brightly. "I just wanted to let you know that I've activated the navigation software on your scroll. I've marked the location of the rapier wasp hatchery with -"

"Wait, wait," Weiss interrupted over the scream of a diving pedestrian, "why wasn't it activated from the start?!"

"Well, uh . . ."

"Pyrrha," said Weiss firmly, taking her other hand off the wheel to shake her finger like a disapproving teacher. "Activate all scroll features now, thank you."

"Um - okay, sure. Hold on." Pyrrha's image blipped off.

Weiss sighed and tossed the scroll into the back seat, gripping the wheel with both hands again just as a mailbox exploded into bricks in front of her.

"Weiss?" Jaune squeaked.

"What?" she growled.

Jaune pointed into the side mirror. "I think you made the chief angry. Er."

Weiss, her side mirror having snapped off, glanced into the rear-view. Coming up behind them was Goodwitch, standing upright on a segway. A police segway. With lights and sirens. Moving at - Weiss glanced at the speedometer - roughly seventy-three miles per hour.

Goodwitch took the segway off a jump, and after a few seconds of being out of sight, landed right in front of them with a thud.

Moving backwards.

Still at seventy-three miles an hour.

Goodwitch stuck her tongue out at Weiss, jump-spun the segway around, and continued forward without losing speed.

Weiss removed her hands from the wheel and cracked her knuckles.

"Not this time, Marian," she said.

"Who's Marian?" asked Jaune, before being thrown back against his seat by the acceleration.

"That's Goodwitch's first name," Weiss explained, before yanking the wheel to the left, causing the car to shoot up a nearby staircase and onto the side of a house. Gravity refused to let it remain there for long, but after rolling sideways through the air, it managed to land on its tires just in front of Goodwitch.

Weiss leaned out the window, looked backwards, and stuck out her tongue.

When she turned forward again, she spotted a blue van peeling out just in front of the rapier wasp hatchery. She slammed her foot on the gas again, giving chase. Goodwitch, it seemed, let her have this one and stopped at the hatchery.

Surprisingly enough, the presumed getaway driver proved reckless enough to give Weiss a proper competition. Slinging down alleys with barely-decreased speed, the pursuit took them through a (thoroughly occupied) basketball court before Weiss scored the first hit, slamming the front of her vehicle into the side of the van. A very unfortunate basketball player found himself sandwiched between the two, but was freed (to go flying overhead) by the partial structural collapse of the van.

Jaune stuck his head out the window and yelled "Sorry!" to the poor guy, then ducked back in to avoid losing his head to a lamppost.

The criminal didn't give up, though. Tires squealing, Weiss followed him back onto a main road (going against the flow of traffic) and down toward the docks. Having to weave through other cars, the suspect lost some ground, and Weiss rammed him again, scattering more bricks from his ride. The guy threw himself into reverse and managed an escape, heading toward ABRN Bay Bridge.

"Oh no you don't!" Weiss pulled out her rapier and held it out the window, pointing it backwards. Behind her car, the bricks that had broken off of the getaway van were collected by a Build Glyph, and, flying down the road after Weiss, formed themselves into what appeared to be the back end of a space shuttle. With a flick of Myrtenaster, Weiss attached this to the back of her vehicle, and it immediately began spewing flames.

The speedometer needle shot to the right and eventually snapped off.

This time, when the cars collided, both completely shattered, and Weiss, Jaune, and the criminal went tumbling down the road with bricks raining around them. The suspect tried to get up and flee, but Weiss, while upside down in midair, cast another glyph beneath him, which conjured a pair of glowing white handcuffs around his wrists, and also seemed to glue his feet to the ground.

Weiss landed on her feet in front of him and stowed Myrtenaster. Jaune landed on his face in a dumpster.

The suspect had brown armor and a dopey face. Glaring at Weiss with his squinty eyes, he said, "You won't get away with this. The crooks run this town now."

"So you admit you're a crook," said Weiss, pulling a tape recorder out of her peacoat. "That's one step done. Jaune!"

Jaune poked his garbage-covered head out of the dumpster.

Weiss snapped her fingers at him and pointed at the wreckage of the cars. "Scroll," she commanded.

Whilst Jaune climbed out and searched for her scroll, cars were forced to maneuver around the scene. Weiss tapped her foot. Finally, Jaune handed her the scroll.

Weiss found the redial feature and used it to summon Pyrrha's image. "Pyrrha," she said, "I caught one of those CRDL clowns. Looks like he was just a distraction, though - no wasps here."

"Okay," Pyrrha responded, "hold your scroll out for a minute so I can scan him."

Weiss did so, and a triangle of light was emitted from her scroll onto the criminal's head. As it moved down to his feet, information popped up on the screen.

"Dove Bronzewing," said Pyrrha. "He's CRDL alright. This time we should have enough evidence to convict him."

"What about the other three?" asked Weiss impatiently.

"Well, the chief is already chasing Sky Lark through a shrubbery maze, and we don't -" She was interrupted by a small beeping sound. "Oh. Here we go. Reports are just coming in of a suspicious character with a green mohawk down at the shipyard. That will be Russel Thrush, the number two of the gang."

"I'm close by," said Weiss. "I'll find him." She terminated the call.

Jaune cleared his throat. "So, are we walking, or -"

"Not we," said Weiss. Waving her hand at Bronzewing, she explained, "You watch this one. I'll get the other one." Moving closer and glaring Jaune dead in the eye to make sure she got her point across, she concluded, "Stay. Here."

Jaune smiled and gave her a thumbs-up. "Don't worry, Weiss, you can count on me."

Weiss made mental preparations to have to recapture Bronzewing. Then she pretty much did that thing from Captain America: Civil War where Bucky grabs the motorcycle from the guy and gets on it, and she rode it down toward the docks.