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"What did she use?" Caitlyn griped, attacking a particularly stubborn bit of paint as if it had personally wronged her. "I swear, when it comes to vandalizing, that girl is too smart for her own good."

Vi rolled her eyes and wrung out her rag. It would have been easier with her gauntlets, but since they were currently being purged of Jinx's latest defacement, that wasn't an option. Instead she had to stick her actual hands into the soapy water; not a sensation she had missed. And her wrists were killing her. "You're giving her too much credit. The hooligan network is really good at figuring out how to best cause destruction."

"What I want to know," Caitlyn said carefully, not looking up from her work, "is how she got ahold of your gauntlets."

Vi swallowed. As it happened, she had a pretty good idea of how it may have happened. It was a testament to her amazing detective ability, obviously, and not just because she'd left them thrown in an alley while she arm wrestled some buddies from before she joined the force. The cowards hadn't wanted to face her with her extra mechanical muscle. Not that she hadn't beaten them handily without them.

Of course, when she came back, her gauntlets were completely trashed. In hindsight, running into them had been a little too convenient.

Eyes wide and innocent, Vi shrugged. "I have no idea."

Caitlyn grabbed a stick, poking and pulling at the gooey pink substance between poking from between the metal thumb and the palm. "How did she get this gunk inside every joint? That takes way more patience than I thought she had."

She paused, bringing a hand to her chin. "But if she got in here, she could have sabotaged the whole mechanism." Her frown deepened. "You don't think she…"

They both jumped back, scrambling as far away from the mechanical hands as they could in the restricted space in the police station garage.

Nothing happened.

"Look, we're going to have to take the whole thing apart to make sure we get everything." Caitlyn sighed, putting a hand to her temple. "I've been working on an upgraded version with my mother. It's still a prototype, but-"

"Hell yeah!" Vi clapped an arm around Caitlyn's shoulders. Caitlyn grimaced, but it was probably just because Vi's hands were still covered in soap suds and grimy water. Vi gave her a shake, which earned a deepened scowl. "You're always looking out for little old me."

Caitlyn extracted herself and started clearing out the back of their police vehicle to transport the gauntlets.

Vi started shaking the water of her second set of hands. "So did you two add any awesome tricks? Like a rocket punch? You know I've been wanting a rocket punch. Is that it, or is it something even cooler?"

Caitlyn pursed her lips as they loaded the useless hunks of metal into the trunk. "You'll see when we get there." A glint flashed in her eye. "But yes, there is a rocket punch. Among other things."