The Van wasn’t nearly as glorious as she had imagined, and couldn’t help a wave of disappointment consume the thrill of a chase.

She would have preferred no trouble at all but...

it was all the same anyway, right?

She had already packed a small bag of devious belongings, because, unlike all the other amateur rebels who thought they could assume they were criminals, they were all the same.

But not Xalta. She was something else. And since she’d been watching shows of Scooby Doo for her whole miserable childhood, they team was going to have to try a little harder than that.

Nonchalant, she waltzed through the back door, humming the intoxicating theme song. She laughed as she imitated the same one liner and an accusatory finger from all those pathetic perpetrators, ‘I would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for YOU!’

Bah. As if.

She didn’t want to try get away with it because she was going to walk right into their arms.

And surprise them she would when they realised she had more in stock for them than they had bargained for.

This was going to be fun.