Zinnia hung up her phone, crossing her arms and watching the show. Seriously where did some of these goons come from? The freaky looking chick was swinging a street light. A blonde girl appeared out of no where and seemed to think talking to the light wielding woman was going to do jack. Then the guy who had been shooting ran up with his gun even though the bullets hadn’t seemed to do much anyway. Ah a motorbike to the face. How original. 

[b]”What the hell?”[/b] Zinnia mumbled, glancing up as when looked like a black vine or something came out of nowhere. Okay, this was just too much. [b]”No time for this freaky crap,”[/b] she mumbled, turning and walking away down the street. Why were all these villains and heroes suddenly in Greenfield anyway? Born and raised here, she’d never seen some of the stuff she’d seen the last couple weeks all at once. It was insane. Or driving her insane. Or both. People were already cautious. Now with lamp post wielding freaks out in the streets and blonde chicks with shining swords who was going to let Zinnia close enough to rob them? They’d all get high tech safes and alarm systems. She could get past those things but it took stupid amounts of time she didn’t like using. 

Oh well. Her target for this evening was still on her mind. She could just focus on that. If the idiot didn’t get robbed or killed before she got there that is. Zinnia rolled her eyes and just kept walking down the sidewalk, wondering if there was a superhero/villain fight happening on every corner today.