Tornado was up on her toes, teetering on the divide, trying to climb up on the walls, and basically doing everything in her power to see if she could catch a glimpse of anything. She never seemed to notice that her fellow 99ers were more interested in her than any prospective fight, as she danced impatiently on the divide and insisted that she swore she saw the Doom Riders come this way on the way to The Border. Nobody else had caught wind of them, of course, but she was positive she had seen red scarves and leather turn the corner right before they reached the imaginary line between territories.

"I swear on mom's future grave that I saw them," she quarreled when she noticed a mocking smile on her sister's lips. "I'm serious! I saw them! They were there, and...!"

"I believe you," Twister snorted. "I mean, just the other day, I saw the leader of the Doom Riders rockin' out with DJ K on the corner outside of Fruit Bats."

A screaming argument ensued, the twins jamming their fingers into one another's chest and shrieking about how the other was a bitch or a liar or, as Tornado announced, an insufferable slut. Zephyr looked to Blitz worriedly, expecting the leader to break it up, but was answered with a shake of the head. Tornado and Blitz had been two of the original members of Rapid 99, back before their old leader took off; she knew enough about them to know not to stand between them.

"Yeah, well, you're ugly!" Twister shrieked.

Tornado recoiled before barking, "We're identical twins! If I'm ugly, so are you!"

"I will gladly be ugly for the rest of my life if it means you never get laid, you fuckin' ogre!"

Their cat fight continued longer than it should have, before the sound of scratchy laughing floated down the freeway. Blitz almost missed it, the cackling drowned out by Twister's insistence that Tornado was adopted, a point that cycled back around to the inevitable "we're twins" portion of the spat. Twister was about to respond with some undoubtedly idiotic save when she finally heard it too, the duo falling silent as they turned their attention to the direction of the noise.

Zephyr shifted uneasily, watching as Blitz rose up from where she sat on the divide, leaning as far as she could to her right to try to see around the turn in the road. The youngest 99er fumbled for a can of paint in the bag tossed around her shoulder, finally turning up a pretty pink that she decided would be good enough to humiliate whoever was dumb enough to try to mess with their gang.

"Did that...?"

"Yeah," Blitz replied, cutting Tornado off, "that sounded like one of those helmet-wearing fuckers."

"Or an Immortal," Twister spat. "They sound stupid, too."

Blitz shook her head. That laugh didn't come from an Immortal. It was too normal to come from an Immortal. It lacked that distinct, Crypt Keeper rasp that could only be achieved by having irreparable vocal cord damage. Taking a deep breath, she slowly glided to the opposite end of the road, desperately trying to peek around the corner to see if she could catch a glimpse of what was going on.

The voices were getting louder, closer. She inhaled deeply and took a few cautious steps forward, when the smell of smoke and the loud "whoosh" of a booster filled the air. She could see them turning around the bend, flames rushing from tacky yellow skates as they jetted straight through her girls. Zephyr let out a shocked scream and tumbled over the divide. Twister and Tornado were pushed into one another, Tornado shooting up almost immediately afterward and screaming every obscenity she had ever learned into the night air.

Blitz was almost positive that it had to be the Doom Riders. She had never seen them, but they matched the "biker" description that people threw around, with the helmets and leather and the pants so tight that they probably (fortunately) could no longer reproduce. Or, at least most of them did. The group seemed to consist of a lanky, shaggy straggler who seemed much angrier than the group he was tailing.

Her brows furrowed as she they passed, watching them as they vanished down the highway towards her own turf. She was paralyzed with shock, her underlings waiting for her orders as she allowed herself a moment to let everything sink in. Inhaling deeply, she opened her mouth to speak, but never got a word out before something zipped past her and knocked her off balance.

She staggered and looked up to see a group of three, plainly dressed guys rush past, moving so fast that almost all of their features were obscured. She almost passed them off as renegades until she noticed the glint of gold on their feet, with glowing blue accents that served as a dead giveaway. Her lips curled into a snarl as she clenched her fist, turned to her girls, and roared, "Those were the fuckin' Immortals!"

"The Immortals?" Zephyr echoed, arching an eyebrow. "Blitz, ain't the Immortals like... zombies or some shit?"

Tornado huffed a laugh and patted her on the shoulder, drawling as she watched the group vanish, "You're so green that it's almost cute, kid."

"No, they ain't zombies," Twister sighed, cracking her knuckles. "Just a bunch of twigs with more balls than brains."

"Should we go get 'em?" Tornado asked, looking up to where Blitz once stood.

Their leader was already gone.