Back at the station, Ruby looked around in wonder, admiring the weapons of the officers loitering around.

"Look, Weiss!" she squeaked. "She's got a fire sword!"

"Kitschy," said Weiss, not bothering to look. Grabbing Ruby's pointing hand, she held it in her own and turned Ruby toward her. "Listen, Ruby. Please - please - stay here until I get back. Okay?"

Ruby's cheeks reddened at the sincerity. "Fiiiiiiiine."

Weiss nodded. Then, when her hand released Ruby's, it snapped toward the nearest officer and she said, "You."

He blinked. "Me?"

Weiss pointed back at Ruby. "Babysit her."

"Hey!" Ruby protested. "I'm not a baby!"

Weiss unclipped her keys from her peacoat's belt and jingled them over Ruby's head, which served to distract her from the conversation. Looking back at the other guy, Weiss explained, "Don't take your eyes off her for a second, or she'll bolt."

"Um . . ." said the officer. "I mean, my shift is supposed to be over in -"

With her free hand, Weiss held up a silencing finger. "Don't speak unless spoken to."

"But - you are speaki - mmph!" He was cut off by an Arrest Glyph, the ethereal handcuffs conjured directly over his mouth.

Satisfied as she would ever be, Weiss shot one last warning look at Ruby, who grinned toothily back and waved goodbye. Weiss fought her own smile fiercely, but it won.

Outside, she made for the semi that Ruby had driven there. Unfortunately, something else beat her to it.

A black shadow sailed into the cabin of the truck, and a white mask with a single yellow eye popped into existence over the exterior of the windshield. The tires stretched out on their axles, and the truck stood up on its rear wheels (shrugging off its long trailer) and turned and walked into the road. As it strolled along, it kicked and swiped at any other cars that it encountered, shattering the smaller ones entirely and taking chunks out of the larger.

Weiss let out a beleaguered sigh. Pulling out her scroll, she wondered aloud, "Who'm I gonna call . . . ?" Deciding on an answer, she tapped the virtual button.

"Hello again!" said Pyrrha again.

"Are you gonna say that every time?" Weiss complained, but then she shook her head and moved on before Pyrrha could answer. "I'm out of cars. Is there somewhere I can get one?"

"Um, where are you?"

"I'm just right outside the station."

"Let's see . . ." Pyrrha typed at a computer or something for a second. "Do you have any bricks on you?"

Weiss looked up from the screen to check her HUD. "I've got a few thousand . . ." she said uncertainly.

"Okay, go around the side of the building for me." Weiss grumpily complied. "Do you see a nice, big, flat, rectangular slab over there?"

"Yeah . . . ?"

"You should be able to build a vehicle call-in point. It's just what it sounds like. For anyone else, it would take a while, but with that fancy Semblance of yours . . ."

Weiss grinned and nodded. "Thanks, Pyrrha." She stowed the scroll and drew Myrtenaster.

With much concentration, she conjured an enormous Build Glyph on top of the plate. As the glyph spun, hundreds of bricks flew out of the pocket of Weiss's peacoat and clicked together in midair at high speed. In a matter of seconds, a large ramp with a computer console had been assembled, and it slammed itself down onto the plate with finality.

Then it began spewing out money.

Weiss glanced right and left. "Don't mind if I do," she whispered, and she flipped onto the platform, letting the studs fly up into her HUD and add to her counter. When she was sure she had gotten the last one, she stepped down in front of the console and started pressing random buttons.

The screen lit up and displayed Pyrrha's face.

"Hello!" she said. "I'm in here too!"

Without further discussion, an air crane immediately arrived carrying a police car underneath it. The ropes holding the car snapped, and it thudded onto the call-in point, bouncing on its shocks a few times.

"Wait," said Weiss, "I thought we were out of helicopters!"

"Well," said Pyrrha, "we need at least one to deliver the cars . . ."

With a frustrated grunt, Weiss conceded the point (and the implication that the aircraft would not last long under her control). As she stepped onto the platform again, the chopper fled like a startled bird. Looking the deposited car over, Weiss cracked her knuckles.