Breath deep(open)

"Amateur." A voice would call out from the shadow. Then a boy with a very pale face and yellow eyes in a a black jacket and jeans would step forward and reveal himself. "Thanks a lot, thanks to your stunt I've only got about 3 minutes until the police show." JaK then brandishes a pass card at her. "Try coming in the day and lifting the key off one of the tenants next time." JaK says throwing the card to her and putting his hands in his back pockets as he looked Gilda up and down. JaK had broken into the museum to look for any clues to his...Condition. He knew his father had gotten portions of the formula that changed him from an excavation dig, but he wasn't sure where or what exactly it was he had found. Now his research would be cut short because of this chick. "Hmm, actually. Here's a predicament that can work in my favor. I don't know you, but if I take you down and leave you tied up, that would give me a clean break...Now wouldn't it." JaK says questionably, while clenching his fist with a slight smirk.

Gilda would quickly raise her mace and turn to the source of the sound. She hadn't been expecting anyone but basic guards to be in here. He didn't sound like a guard. He didn't look like one either. He was...really pale. He also had similar colored eyes to herself... interesting. She had to admit...his idea was pretty good. She would never admit that though. Not to him or anyone else...ever! She might use it one day though.

Regardless, she let the card fall to the ground, not even glancing at it. She had better things to do than take advice from some random guy. Three minutes wouldn't be much time to test out the entire Egyptian exhibit of the museum. She needed to get going soon. "Alright, look. I don't have time for you. Just point me to the Egyptian exhibit like a good little boy and I might be nice enough to fly you out of here." ,she said this with a smile of course she was being patronizing, this guy wasn't too intimidating after all.

She looked around, time was ticking. Her wings spread and lifted her into the air while still gripping her mace, she was ready to fight regardless of her little offer. She doubted this guy would take the offer. He seemed...like her. Unfortunately her path seemed to be in the same direction as Jak. She paused and rolled her eyes. Her wings were still spread wide as she floated in mid air. "You aren't going to just let me pass are you?" The answer to that was pretty obvious. But she was short on time and would rather get her target than fight.

"Neither am I." A voice echoed. All of a sudden, every electrical device on display in the museum would light up, as a boy ran into the room. Hotwire. He had been patrolling the streets on foot when his nanobots picked up something. The museum alarm. All he had to do to get in after them was hold a hand to the keycard holders, and find the part of the museum that the alarm had set off.

"Stand Down."

She could laugh. Another person popped up to stop her. She hid her eyes as the lights came on in full force. That was annoying, it would be hard to fly once she got out of here now that her eyes weren't adjusted to the dark. She would just have to go up a few hundred feet or go to downtown.

Riiiight, I'm totally gonna just stand down, that's why I carry a mace and this knife." she said, on e again, patronizing. Truth was that she hasn't even considered surrender as an option, so far it was just two guys after all. She could fly circles around them in her sleep. She was about to begin the fight when the first guy made a very interesting proposal. She liked the idea, it sounded like a winning situation.

"Sounds like a plan. Lets get this started and over with quick." she raised he mace high above her head anc let it spark brightly, "But I I war you call me a wannabes again I'll knock your head off!" she then cried out as she dove for Hotwire and swung at his midsection with less than deadly intent. An injured person would cause more urgency and a bigger distraction than a dead one.



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Hotwire saw the crackling mace. "Let's beat that." He said, holding his hand towards an exhibit on the work of tesla. A few small electrical rods, and few other components zipped around his arms. They finished forming around him, and bolts of green electricity began to flow from them.

Hotwire used this this to block the mace. When the mace hit, sparks flew more than a fireworks display. One he pulled away, the zappage settled down, and Hotwire attempted to make a few charged punches. If he got within a foot of hitting, the electricity would have enough ampage that it could jump across the air and still hit Gilda.

This would be quick work even without the help of Jak...but it would have been quicker if he had stuck around. The fact that he ditched her did not bode well for the pale boy. Gilda could hold a grudge really well and one of the best reasons for a grudge was being straight up lied to. As soon as she was done with this red haired kid she'd be after Jak like an eagle after a snake in the grass.

Back to freckles. She as quite surprised as the coils jumped to his hands and began sparking. No matter though. As he began punching she braced herself, feeling a single sharp twinge of electricity before her mace siphoned it off into nothing. She blocked two more before taking off into the air again, "Big mistake," she said with a cruel smile.

She then dove down upon the boy, making sure to note where Jak had fun off to, she did tight turn just before she reached the ground and brought her mace up towards Hotwire's chin. Instead of activating the mace's field she just let the electricity from his coils collect for her as she swing hard enough to knock the boy into the air if it hit. She then took the hilt of her mace and jammed it towards his chest, trying to break a few ribs.

"You're next pale skin!"

Just as the mace was to hit his jaw, he put an arm up to his jaw. The blow knocked him back a few feet, but the electronics took most of the hit. This was not looking good. This girl had the mobile advantage. If only hotwire could gain a projectile advantage, he'd be in a much better position. It also seemed that electric attacks wouldn't suffice here.

First to close the gap.

"Why don't I join in the high flying fun?" He said. He held his arms out to an exhibit on the history of flight. A flurry of airplane parts zipped towards him as he put some distance between him and Gilda. When the dust settled, his back would be attached to a pair of metal wings. A metallic whirring would follow. In the blink of an eye, hotwire shot forward. He would attempt to deck gilda, pull up a little, throw her off, before zipping into the air. He just had to hold her a few more minutes.

Gilda allowed for the boy to make his silly pair of wings. She doubted it would help him at all anyways. In fact, she was pretty sure it would end up working to his disadvantage. She had spent her entire life with wings, she was an expert with aerobatics, she rather liked where this was heading. "I'd stay down on the ground where worms belong if I were you." she flapped her wings strongly "Leave the sky to the eagles!"

She hadn't lost track of Jak either, no way was he gonna leave her with the nuisance. As Hotwire shot forward, she shot herself back, still facing the boy but not quite as fast as him, when he got close she did a quick hammer head turn like maneuver and shot down to the ground and then straight at Jak, going under Hotwire to get there. She made sure to soar as close to Jak as possible without being within striking distance "Watch out! New flier coming through!" she said, winking back at Hotwire before blasting off at incredible speed down the hallway and, luckily, towards the Egyptian exhibit, hoping that Hotwire would get a bit caught up with the criminal still within reach.

She was planning on taking a little bit of time to look around the Egyptian exhibit to see if there was any Nth metal about...of course, that also meant picking up any useful looking artifact, which meant a lot of broken cases for the museum "Something better be here." she muttered

She blazed past the boy, contrails streaming off the tips of her wings and quickly disappearing as she soared past a corner. Soon she was right where she needed to be. Thanagarian's had been to earth before her. Hawkgirl was testament to that, but they also had arrived in ancient egypt. Gilda wasn't really sure what had happened, her mothers record weren't the most clear on how it had happened. It was clear, however, that she might be able to find some Nth metal and Thanagarian artifacts.

Even from half the museum away she could hear the door getting broken in. She would have to hurry. With a swing of her mace she shattered the glass case in front of her and started grabbing artifacts, nothing. There was no way to tell which objects were and weren't Nth metal other than physical contact. That was taking a bit long though, by the time she was through her first case the boy she had been fighting earlier had already caught up to her. Luckily the police were still a bit busy with the hero from older and confused.

The S.W.A.T team was right on his heels though. Gilda turned and jumped into the air, leaving the exhibit behind, "Had to lead them towards me?!" she yelled as she caught up with the boy, she soared above him and looked down with a smile, "Next time you shouldn't try to outrun someone with wings!" she flew off ahead of him and raced around the corner only to find more agents. She turned around and came racing around the corner looking up to a skylight...then down to Jak and felt just the tiniest twinge of guilt, "You owe me for this!" she said, extending a hand for him to grab hold of before rocketing through the skylight above them.

It would be nice if he didn't grab hold, though she wasn't very hopeful of that, because if he did, well, it'd hurt. Her shoulder would have a sudden sharp pain as soon as she pulled up, after already hurting from when he grabbed on (assuming he did). After breaking through the skylight she would continue up then droop down and forward before landing on the roof in a less than graceful tumble. Her shoulder was noticeably misshapen from being yanked out of the socket. Her words were....less than lady like but after a moment she sat up, aware that she needed to leave, "You're welcome." she said spitefully.