Salty (Voltage)

Danny needed a ride.

Somewhere, something really bad dropped a heaping load of devastation into the toilet that is Los Angeles. The passionate thumb of Danny Tamamoa scrolled through her phone, rereading the text message coming from Bliss Fukuyama, the most villainous hero or most heroic villain depending on the circumstance. A circumstance Danny could not wait to find out.

Instead of going through her regular contacts, Danny hit up her Instagram account to try and cut down on time. She just needed a ride to Bliss' location. The last time it beeped, Bliss was at the Los Angeles Aquarium, doing who knows what. But, whatever happened could not be good. Or, maybe it started bad and just continued to spiral from there. Either way, Danny knew she needed a message back from Bliss or a ride from any of her millions of followers.

Stranded on the side of the road, next to a broken down bus, still wearing her cheerleader uniform from the few hours before she got Bliss' cryptic, but still somehow rude, message to come to her aid. "And there's the GPS signal." Danny's fist rested against her face. "Now, I just need someone to- hmm, I hope a villain doesn't check this. I could always beat them and then just take whatever vehicle they show up in. Hmm. Maybe I do want- that's option two. I hope option one pans out."