Inside the control room, Fink rolled his eyes, pressing his face momentarily into his hands and peering through the slightly parted fingers at the slender, black figure who had just comandeered his van. She'd taken his property.
"Teams three, four, six, nine," Fink hissed into the microphone, "Get my property back."
Luthor glanced at the businessman, suddenly peering intently at Fink's snarling face. He paused.
The bimbotech executive shared in the glance a second, then broke out into a wide, beaming grin, adjusting his tie before slipping back into his chair and smirking to himself, before keying the microphone one final time.
"Oh, and the van too."
Cassandra finished buckling Stephanie into the passenger seat; and not a second too late. Another van, the same make and name stencilled across the side of it, came skidding around the corner up ahead, it's high-beams blaring.
Cassandra didn't hesitate. With one smooth flick of her wrist she slammed her own van into reverse, peeling out backwards, flicking on her protective, UV-blocking visor to shield her eyes from the harsh lights the van was beaming at her.
Beside her, Stephanie mewled dreamily, pathetically, and shifted in her seat, her hand falling between her thighs and stroking softly.
Cass pushed it from her mind, swinging her own van hard to the side and winding down the window in a split-second moment. The Bimbotech controlled van hurtled toward them, Cass twisted her arm with a flourished flick of her wrist, two 'Black Bat'-arangs
swung through the air in a deadly arc, each one landing with a whistling thud in the roaring van's front wheels. The van rocked as it's wheels burst, slipping forward, then tipping, end over end.
Cass saw what was about to happen, a second too late. The van crashed into the side of hers, towards the back, shattering it into pieces, sending the hunks of metal hurtling wildly through the air, both wrapped inseperably together, "Nnngh!" Cass cried out.
Beside her, Stephanie giggled, "Wheeeee!"
The world spun, grinding metal screeched all around them. The two vans plowed through a safety barrier together and tumbled down the concrete enbankment into a dry-bed, finally slipping apart at the bottom.
Cass groaned, muttered a curse under her breath, and blacked out.
Sirens sounded. Cass snapped awake. She could see the other van through the cracked, upside down windshield of her own, and three unconcious Bimbotech men inside it. She snapped her seat-belt free and fell with a thud onto the cieling, now the floor, of
the van, "Ungh."
She groaned and reached over for Stephanie's arm. It wasn't there. She blinked and looked at the passenger seat. Empty. The door was open.
She scrabbled outside and glanced around, shaken, her vision blurry, off-balance, "Batgirl?" She hissed.
The sirens were getting closer. Three of them. Three more vans. She stumbled off, searching desperately for her friend.