abigail wiped her hands clean, clenched her hands together, and raised them high to the applause of the civilians around her. beneath her raised foot, a trio of would-be bank robbers. with a grand, pearly white smile, she laughed.

really, it was just bad timing on their part. the hero known as franchise was just there to make a withdrawal; one of her favorite street vendors only took cash money, and so she had to stock up on ones. it was just bad luck, then, that three bank robbers brushed in; nervous, new to it, trying to take wallets and purses alike. it was with confidence she had disarmed, disabled, and knocked them out, almost like a game, timing herself, timing how they reacted.

the people, of course, faded from initial fear into happiness and applause as she went about securing them with bits of their own shirts. she felt the surge of confidence and power into her chest and lapped it up for a bit - it was a fun, generous affair - before excusing herself and making the way down the street. after a few pictures, of course.

she got around the corner, wondering if she was going to be free to spend the rest of the day hitting up the hot dog joint she wanted to take on.
sally