The first of the many targets was the armoured car containing one hundred forty thousand dollars in cash. The obvious choice for break in was Kyd Wykkyd. However, working alone was a bad idea, when you had that much to carry off and a moving target, therefore See-More was sent with him.
We're makin' mischief
We're makin' mischief (makin' mischief)
And we're really gettin' in it
Mischief
We're makin' mischief (makin' mischief)
And we're lovin' every minute
The second was Jinx's personal favourite target, the jewellery store. Hers was the only one of these missions that was intended to succeed, the others were distractions. However, only she and Gizmo knew that. It was possible Mammoth suspected, but didn't comment. Moreover, no one knew what Wykkyd thought. She was careful, every trick she learned in the academy put to use in stealth.
We've almost gone berserk
Doin' all this dirty work
We're makin' mischief
We're makin' mischief (makin' mischief)
And we're really gettin' in it
Mischief
We're makin' mischief (makin' mischief)
And we're lovin' every minute
Carefully sending out a tiny burst of her powers, she cut the phone lines, followed by another spark to disable the alarm system. Now that she was secure, Jinx pulled out a lock pick and set to work. Her communicator buzzed, indicating Wykkyd and See-more had made contact with their target and were beginning the theft. Perfect.
We've almost gone berserk
Doin' all this dirty work
We're makin' mischief
We're makin' mischief (makin' mischief)
And we're gettin' into trouble
Mischief
We're makin' mischief (makin' mischief)
And we're causin' things to bubble
We're pullin' it apart,
Turnin' it around
And we ain't gonna stop
Till the whole thing runs aground
Gizmo had made his way into the electronics shop, browsing. Of course, his form of browsing was to just take everything and try it out when he got home. He was hoping to get at least a few things out of this before the mysterious hero reared his ugly head. Jinx made a 'tsk' as the lock clicked open and opened the door. Move over Catwoman, Jinx has got the skills, she thought, noting the stations where the camera's were and making sure to cut the wires. Might as well make it look like a regular, if well trained, thief did the job.
We're makin' mischief
We're makin' mischief (makin' mischief)
No need to keep it quiet
Mischief
We're makin' mischief (makin' mischief)
Causin' things to riot
Her com buzzed, a panic alert that indicated someone had just gotten busted. That meant she didn't have a moment to lose. Throwing caution to the wind, Jinx threw a hex at the display cases and stuffed armloads of jewels into her oversized messenger bag.
We're makin' mischief
We're makin' mischief (makin' mischief)
No need to keep it quiet
Mischief
We're makin' mischief (makin' mischief)
Causin' things to riot
"That jerk took my candy bar!" Mammoth roared over the com as Jinx sprinted across the rooftops and slunk onto a fire escape. She paused long enough to pull it out of her sleeve, they were more than just a fashion accessory after all. "Hang tight! Head home. We'll talk there." She whispered, releasing the talk button and resuming her pace.
Mischief
We're makin' mischief (makin' mischief)
"At least this one's gonna make it fun." Jinx muttered as she locked up the safe, her plunder now just waiting for a chance to visit the fence and become cash.
We're really makin' mischief!
Like you need to be told, most of the songs are gonna be Misfits' numbers. Soon theres gonna be more than one song per chapter, becuase I added more songs as an afterthought( or rather, I heard them and couldn't resist putting them in.), and given the timeframe, the two would be within seconds of each other. Whoever correctly guesses the second song in the next chapter, which will be 'sung' by Kid Flash, first, gets a mention and a mystery prize. Check out Jem Unlimited for the songs/lyrics, unless you were a fan back in the day, in which case, WOW.
Also: there are SOOO many Misfits songs I want to put to a H.I.V.E/Jinx fic, but alas, not all of them fit in with this ep.