Violet spend most of her days just walking around the town, taking in the European culture and seeing some of the biggest tourist attractions in France. Some of the time she would just find a place to sit, and the watch random people passing by. It was a waste of time, but she found it interesting in a weird way. Plus, a lot of the French guys were really cute.
Of course she didn't forget about the family back home. She spend a whole day searching through different stores in an attempt to find a souvenir for them. She ended up buying a horrible miniature Eiffel tower that she knew they would adore.
'They have absolutely no taste,' she thought to herself as she paid for it. 'But what the hell, they'll probably be happy.'
While she was in the giftshop, she also bought a postcard so she could write home, just as she had promised. She wrote the same thing every time. That she was doing fine, that she missed them, and that she would write again as soon as possible.
After having filled it out, she posted it and found a street café, sat down and bought a soda. While she sat there, she read in a brochure she had taken at the giftshop. She needed to see if there was anything important she hadn't seen yet.
Suddenly, her eyes caught something on the other side of the road. A mime was standing on a street-corner, doing weird impressions every time someone threw a coin at him. Violet couldn't help but feel that there was something creepy about him, but she dismissed the thought. It was proberly her childish fear of clowns kicking in.
She returned her attention to her brochure, taking small sips of her soda as she read. She was almost finished and about to leave when the sound of an explosion and people screaming brought her back to reality. Her head snapped up, and she stared at the direction from where the sounds were coming.
Where the mime had been before, thick smoke was now filling the air. Through the smoke, Violet could see that there was a whole in the building behind it. She stood up, causing the chair she had been sitting on to fall backwards. Without paying attention to it, she ran towards the building.
It was hard getting through the mass of people running away, but Violet managed to get through. Now, up and close, she could finally see the whole building. It was a bank.
Obviously, a bank robber had somehow managed to blow a hole in the building. Violet hid behind a garbage can until the robber came out, carrying some large bags filled with money. Just as she had expected, it was the mime.
'It's official. Clowns are evil,' she thought. Making sure nobody was paying attention to her, she ran after him, putting on her mask as she did so. She always carried it around, as a form of safety. 'A young girl cant be to careful,' she thought to herself as she ran down a by-street, following the bank robber.
He seemed to know the streets well, and Violet had a hard time keeping up with him. But she pushed herself to run faster, and she wasn't far behind him. Finally he stopped. He had run into a blocked alley, and the only way out was the way he had gotten in. The way Violet was now standing in.
He turned around and looked directly at her. Violet stopped. Now that he was closer, she was certain she had seen him before. She searched her mind for clues, and it finally hit her. She had seen him in the governments archive over dangerous villains.
They were Top secret files that only supers were allowed to look at. Violet had seen this guy last year when she had flipped through the files. It was Bomb Voyage.
He had put down the bags of money he was carrying. Violet knew something was coming, so she put a forcefield around herself. Bomb Voyage seemed a bit surprised at this, but he continued what he had been doing. He pulled out a small object from an pocket in his jacket, then threw it at Violet. She watched as it landed few feet away from her, then exploded. Violet stumbled backwards but kept the forcefield around her. A bomb. She should have known. Basically, the only weapon this guy had was his bombs. 'This should be easy,' Violet thought. 'As long as i manage to stay protected, he cant hurt me'.
She began to walk towards him, which caused him to walk backwards. He had nowhere to run, and he was clearly getting nervous. Violet smiled to herself. She was sure she had the upper hand here. But Bomb Voyage refused to give up so easily. He reached into his pocket, and this time, he pulled out three bombs.
Violet watched as he threw all three at her. She attempted to protect herself using her forcefield, but when the bombs exploded, the force from the blow was simply too much. One bomb she could handle, but not three. The forcefield broke down and send Violet flying backwards. She hit the wall with a loud smash, and she screamed in pain as her head came in contact with the hard surface. Then she collapsed on the ground, unconscious.
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Bomb Voyage studied the girl lying in front of him. She was an Incredible, no doubt. She had the exact same powers as Incredagirl. Feeling curious, he brought his fingers to her bruised face and carefully removed her mask. He looked at what was revealed to him.
She was young, still in her teens. Her skin was pale, a sharp contrast to her thick dark, hair. Her left eyebrow was cracked, and a bruise where forming on her cheek. Her mouth hung slightly open, and blood were dripping down her chin.
Being very careful not to wake her up, Bomb Voyage searched through her pockets, until he found her wallet. He flipped it open and emptied it unto the sidewalk. He grabbed the money that fell out, although it wasn't much. Then he searched through the rest of the items, looking for some ID. He found a health insurance certificate and checked out the name. Violet Parr.
A smug smile formed on Bomb Voyages lips. He knew someone who would pay a lot for this super. He stuffed everything back into her pockets, except for the money and a small paper card with the name of a hotel printed on it. He guessed it was where she was staying.
He grinned evilly and stood up. He had a phone call to make.