Taylor strolled through the unfamiliar neighborhood with a whistle and a heavy burlap sack. It was the middle of the day, so her primary target shouldn't be home, and the secondary might be out shopping...but if not, it wasn't like it would cause issues. After all, Othala would never attack Victor if she thought he'd come home early for good reason. And nobody would report her if they saw her because what were they gonna think - he was robbing his own house? No no no she was just carting around a big bag of booze to bring home for Nazi parties, nothing wrong with that!

Taylor wasn't really the type to skip school, even at its worst, but when she'd seen PRT vans sitting innocently in the parking lot, she'd turned right around. Seems we're playing hooky today! She giggled at the pun - she'd visited Hookwolf first. He had a pretty nice collection of hard liquor, and Taylor was in a generous mood so she was going to donate it to the happy couple! She'd even made sure to leave a note specifying that it definitely wasn't Victor who'd stolen it...of course, she hadn't attempted a Bluff check on that one, so it wasn't her fault if Bradley didn't believe the note.

There were no cars that she could see; it seemed Taylor had the place all to herself. She pulled out her tools one-handed as she approached the door, and opened it about as fast as she could've with an actual key and slipped inside. All the lights were off, so she disappeared - easier to take out the cameras if they couldn't see her coming. [Stealth. Success!] [Disable Device. Success!] Child's play, as always. She'd held out some hope that Victor would have something a little tougher than standard, but it seemed only tinkertech could really slow her down.

She put the alcohol away and started slowly making her way through the house looking for anything remotely valuable or hidden. [Perception. Success!] This time her search was far more fruitful than the Marquis mansion had been - this wasn't a lair as such, but it seemed Victor had a little gun safe hidden away in every single room, so that in case of a home invasion he'd always have easy access. She would've thought he could take apart just about any intruder without needing a weapon, but maybe it was so that any robber attacking this innocent suburban house just ran into a white man with a gun instead of the meme version of Chuck Norris made flesh.

All of them were electronically locked, which she couldn't pick open, but that was fine - she had other methods. She took out her sword and started slicing away at the safe. She'd swapped the Keen on her sword for Corrosive, and started whacking away at the metal; her sword didn't count as adamantine for defeating hardness, just damage reduction, so she needed a bit of extra oomph to get through modern metallurgy. It was a little slow-going, but gradually every single safe fell before her. And they didn't just have guns and ammo in them, there was money and jewelry stashed as well. Score!

Taylor loaded up her newly-emptied sack with Victor's valuables. Then it was off to the wardrobes; Taylor could make far betters clothes than this, this was just to give her a nice variety of materials to work with when she started making her own stuff. Once everything was loaded up, she started doing another circuit around the house, this time with an even more devious purpose: pranking. She had read in Othala's description that she had an awful case of arachnophobia, so she'd gone out to get just entirely too many tiny plastic spiders and was gonna hide them all over the house as little presents for the woman to find over the next month.

It was about half an hour later, as she was hiding one of the few remaining spiders, that she heard a car pulling up. She listened close... [Perception. Success!] Smaller stride, light footsteps, chatting on the phone...it was Othala. Taylor went to the kitchen and fixed up a couple of sandwiches real quick - one of them the way she liked it, one the way Othala did. As the woman entered, she called out "Honey, is that you?"

A pause. "Sweetiepie? What are you doing home?"

"Came home for lunch, I wanted to see you before I headed out," Taylor entered the entryway and handed her a sandwich. "For you, darling~"

"Oh wow," Othala blushed. "What's gotten into you?" she asked with a giggle, before starting. "Oh! I've still got to bring in the groceries. I don't suppose you could help me with that, pumpkin?"

"Of course I can, cupcake," Taylor replied cheerily. "Oh, can I get the keys, sugar? I'll need to head right back out in a few minutes." [Bluff. Success!]

"Aww, I can't tempt you to stay just a little longer, babe?" Othala crooned. "I'm sure Max wouldn't blame you..."

"Can't be helped, pookie," Taylor replied with a sigh. "Lost too many men recently, tight ship all around."

A piercing scream and scrabbling sounds could be heard inside. "SPIDER SPIDER GET IT KILL IT OH GOD!" Taylor ignored Othala and instead tossed the loot in with the groceries, closed the trunk, and then sped off with her new car. Cheer up Othala, only 199 spiders to go!

Taylor didn't really know how to drive, but high Dexterity made for good initiative checks, Reflex saves, and Ride skill, so she figured she'd be fine. Sure enough, she made it back to her lair with little trouble, as long as one didn't count the half-dozen police vehicles that had been screaming after her for several blocks there. Nobody had gotten hurt from her apathy to traffic laws, but someone could've been and that's what mattered. She'd had to pull a pretty cool maneuver to throw them off in the suburban maze long enough to drop off her new loot and groceries at her lair, before hopping back in. She was still wearing her 'Victor civvy ID" disguise, so no issues with warrants for her arrest, but she would still probably have to ditch the car. She squealed away, driving straight past one of the cops grid-searching the neighborhood for her, and the chase was back on!

She took a winding path through the docks until she found what she was looking for, a pier with several poles set up to keep people from accidentally driving off into the bay. She accelerated straight into them and made contact going 50 mph. The impact was roughly comparable to a 90 ft fall onto hard concrete - in other words, she was just barely below 200 HP. She peeled the airbag off herself and pretended to stagger away from the scene of the crash, a bottle of booze in one hand and a pistol in the other. Red and blue flashing lights surrounded her in just a few moments and she took off down the pier. Bullets whizzed past her, but it was almost as if none of them could touch her without her permission.

When she finally turned around and brandished her gun properly, there were a dozen cops with a bead on her. She could've gotten shots off and taken three of them down with her; instead, she let them shoot first, and didn't even dodge. Bullets pierced her flesh over and over, riddling her with holes that barely tickled. [Bluff. Success!] She made a good show of 'person getting shot by a whole lot of bullets' before dramatically toppling over the edge of the pier directly towards the water 30 ft below.

The water here wasn't deep enough to dive, so she cracked her head open (deliberately forgoing an Acrobatics check to make it look good), but it still barely injured her even then. The water here was also not clean enough for the cops to see her from this distance, so as soon as she could, she darted off deeper into the Bay. She 'ran' at quadruple her swimming speed for 2 minutes 24 seconds, before she could go no further and her lungs were aching. She finally surfaced, a little over half a mile from shore, and just floated for a minute to relax. Swimming at the same speed people could sprint on land was pretty fun; the thrill of cutting through the water at speeds that would make Olympian athletes weep was something she wasn't sure even most capes ever got to experience.

This had been a fun day - way more fun than if she'd just gone to school to get questioned or arrested.