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The pale light of dawn painted Nova City in muted shades of blue and gray. High above the streets, Minda Rain drifted silently through the air, her chemical aura glowing faintly against the morning mist. Her sharp senses were tuned to the rhythms of the city, every distant shout, engine hum, and footstep feeding into her heightened awareness.
Then she felt it—a faint, acrid scent on the wind. Smoke
Following the trail, Minda veered toward a construction site on the edge of downtown. As she approached, the scene became clear: an unfinished building, skeletal and towering, with flames licking at its upper floors. Workers scrambled below, shouting for help as a heavy crane arm swung wildly above them, its cables damaged by the fire.
[color=purple]"Not exactly what I had in mind for a morning workout,"[/color] Minda muttered, picking up speed.
A construction foreman waved his arms frantically as she landed near him. [color=orange]"Chemical Girl! There's someone still up there—top floor! And that crane’s about to collapse!"[/color]
Minda nodded, her mind already racing through her options. She glanced up at the crane. The massive metal arm creaked ominously, sparks flying where it scraped against the framework of the building. Time was running out.
[color=purple]"Got it. Get everyone back—far back!"[/color] she ordered.
The foreman hesitated, but the commanding tone in her voice left no room for argument.
Without wasting another second, Minda shot into the air, weaving through the rising smoke as her aura flared brighter. She phased through a wall of flames on the tenth floor, her enhanced senses guiding her toward the faint sound of coughing.
A young man, no older than twenty, was trapped under a fallen beam, his face streaked with soot. His eyes widened as she materialized in front of him.
[color=purple]"Hold on," [/color]she said, crouching beside him.
She grabbed the beam, her energy field flaring as she focused. With a controlled burst, she released a surge of energy, pushing the beam aside. The man gasped, staring in awe.
[color=purple]"Can you walk?"[/color] she asked.
[color=green]"I—I think so,"[/color] he stammered, his voice shaky.
[color=purple]"Good. Let’s get you out of here."[/color]
Minda extended her hand, and as he took it, her aura enveloped them both. Together, they phased through the crumbling floor, descending level by level until they emerged safely outside. The foreman ran to the young man, relief flooding his face.
Before she could catch her breath, a deafening CRACK echoed through the site. The crane’s arm finally gave way, hurtling toward the ground.
Minda launched into action, flying toward the falling structure. Focusing all her energy, she unleashed a wide, concussive energy burst. The shockwave slowed the crane’s descent just enough for it to land harmlessly on an empty section of pavement, the ground shaking under its weight.
A cheer rose from the workers below, and Minda glanced down, offering a quick wave. A small smile crept onto her face as she took to the sky once more, her sights set on home.
By the time she landed on her balcony, the city was bathed in warm morning light. Exhausted but satisfied, she stepped inside, the familiar aroma of coffee instantly lifting her spirits.
Her apartment was an eclectic mix of modern and personal touches. Neon-accented decor gave the space a futuristic vibe, while stacks of case files, scattered notebooks, and a well-worn couch hinted at countless late-night investigations. She kicked off her boots, poured herself a cup of coffee, and sank into the nearest chair.
[color=purple]"Nothing like coffee after an early morning rescue,"[/color] she murmured, taking a sip.
The moment of peace didn’t last. Her watch buzzed softly, its purple glow catching her attention.
"Call from Dad," the display read.
Minda tapped the screen. [color=purple]"Hey, Dad. What’s up?"[/color]
Puzzle Box’s steady, thoughtful voice came through. [color=yellow]"There’s a robbery in progress at Nova City Bank. Looks big—might be organized."[/color]
Minda sighed, setting her mug down. [color=purple]"Got it. I’m on my way."[/color]
[color=yellow]"Be careful, honey,"[/color] he said, the concern in his voice unmistakable. [color=yellow] "And keep me updated."[/color]
[color=purple]"Will do,"[/color] she replied, stepping toward the balcony.
Pausing for a moment, Minda glanced down at her boots, which she had kicked off earlier after her rescue mission. With a slight sigh, she slipped them back on, fastening them securely. A hero’s work was never truly done, and comfort had to wait.
The sun shown high above as she adjusted her gloves and double-checked her utility belt, ensuring everything was in place. Her sleek black and purple suit shimmered faintly under the city’s light, the beaker emblem on her chest glowing softly.
With her chemical aura flickering to life, she took one last steadying breath before leaping into the air. The city stretched out before her, a labyrinth of challenges waiting to be unraveled. And she was ready for them. Chemical Girl was on the move.

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The wind whipped around Minda as she flew toward the heart of Nova City, her chemical aura casting a faint glow in the afternoon sunlight. The streets below were bustling with activity—commuters heading home from their midday break, delivery trucks weaving through traffic, and crowds of people going about their business. The city was alive with the energy of a typical afternoon, but a sense of unease hung in the air.
As she approached Nova City Bank, the signs of trouble became clear. Police cars were already parked outside, their lights flashing in rhythmic red and blue. Officers had formed a perimeter around the grand stone building, their weapons drawn and faces tense. Civilians lingered behind hastily erected barricades, murmuring in hushed voices, their expressions a mix of fear and curiosity.
Minda landed on the roof of a nearby office building, crouching low to avoid drawing attention. From this vantage point, she could observe the scene below without being seen herself.
Her sharp eyes quickly took in the details: the ornate double doors of the bank were shut tight, but several of the large, arched windows on the second floor were shattered. Through them, she caught glimpses of movement—shadowy figures pacing back and forth. Hostages, maybe? Armed robbers?
Her commlink buzzed softly, pulling her attention back.
[color=yellow]"You there yet?"[/color] her father’s voice came through, calm but laced with concern.
[color=purple]"I’m here,"[/color] she whispered, keeping her voice low as she surveyed the situation. [color=purple]"Looks like it’s already a standoff. Cops are outside, but no one’s made a move yet."[/color]
[color=yellow]"Any sign of who’s inside?[/color]
[color=purple]"Not yet, but the windows on the second floor are shattered. I can see hostages in the lobby, and there’s some kind of vines spreading on the lobby doors.”[/color]
Puzzle Box hummed thoughtfully on the other end of the line. [color=yellow]"Classic power play. They’re probably waiting for the cops to make the first move."[/color]
[color=purple]"Or a getaway vehicle,"[/color] Minda added. Her mind raced, piecing together the scenario. If it was organized, there could be more people stationed outside or nearby, acting as lookouts or backup. She’d need to tread carefully.
[color=yellow]"Remember,"[/color] her father said, his voice steady, [color=yellow] "assess first, act second. If this is a professional crew, they’ll be expecting a fight. Don’t give them one on their terms."[/color]
Minda nodded, even though he couldn’t see her. [color=purple]"Got it. I’ll do a quick recon before I move in."[/color]
[color=yellow]"Good. And Minda?"[/color]
[color=purple]"Yeah?"[/color]
[color=yellow]"Be careful."[/color]
She smiled faintly. [color=purple]"Always."[/color]
Ending the call, she turned her attention back to the bank. The intricate carvings on the building’s facade seemed oddly out of place now, juxtaposed against the chaos unfolding below. Her heart pounded as adrenaline coursed through her veins, but she took a steadying breath.
[color=purple]"Okay,"[/color] she muttered to herself, standing and adjusting her utility belt. [color=purple] "Time to see what we’re dealing with."[/color]
With a leap, she took to the air again, circling the bank silently. From above, she could see more shattered windows, though the first floor remained intact. A few of the shadows inside moved with precision—quick, deliberate gestures that hinted at professional training. At least three people, maybe more.
A faint sound caught her attention: a voice, distorted by static. She honed in on it, her enhanced hearing picking up the source. An earpiece. One of the robbers was talking to someone on the outside.
Minda drifted closer, careful to keep herself out of sight.
[color=red]"...police are holding position...looks like one or more of the heroes might have entered the lobby, but no sign of anyone trying to make a move yet...stand by for further instructions," [/color]the voice crackled.
So they did have backup.
That complicated things. She’d have to disable their communications before going in, or risk being ambushed by reinforcements.
Hovering in the air, Minda took another deep breath, her mind racing through possible strategies. This wasn’t just a simple robbery—it was a chess game, and she was determined to stay three moves ahead.
The stakes were high, but she was ready.