Perform a bit of sabotage

Velvet Vixen peers out of the supply closet, her heart thumping in her chest. The warehouse is quiet—eerily so. The soft buzz of jazz has faded into tense silence, likely replaced by Cleo Capone’s strategic whispers.

“Alright,” she breathes. “Sneaky sneaky... let’s ruin someone's night.”

She slips from the closet with all the grace her cape and heels can afford (which is to say, barely), and darts along the shadowy side hall, away from the sound of voices.

After weaving past velvet drapes and a shelf full of what might be antique perfume bottles or explosives—hard to say—she stumbles upon a heavy door cracked just slightly open. Inside is a dark, quiet garage.

And parked in it? Two cars.

Sleek. Black. Beautiful.

One of them has a vanity plate that reads "DOLLFACE."

“Found you,” she whispers, slipping inside.

She scans the garage, her eyes locking onto a small tool bench nearby. Jackpot. She grabs a screwdriver—nothing fancy, but sharp enough—and tiptoes to the first car.

With one last deep breath, she stabs the blade into the tire.

“Pffffftttttsshhhhhhh.”

“Eep!”

She freezes, but no one comes. One down.

Then two.

Three.

Four.

She spins toward the second car. Same treatment. Her arms ache, and the final tire gives her some trouble, but at last—

“PFFFFFFSSSHHHH—”

And then, from beyond the garage door:

“Alright, ladies! Let’s ride!”

Kendrick gasps, drops the screwdriver, and dives behind a stack of crates just as the garage door slams open.

Cleo Capone struts in, heels clicking sharply, with her third henchgirl at her side. They come to a halt, both of them staring in horror at the sad, sagging cars before them.

“What in the—”

Cleo’s expression darkens. Her fingers curl into fists.

“She did this. The Vixen. Before we caught her. She knew.”

She snaps her fingers.

“Delilah. Blonde. Get our little glitter girl. Now.”

The sound of retreating footsteps echoes through the warehouse.

From her hiding place, Velvet Vixen grins.

“Oops.”

But her moment of smugness is short-lived.

Cleo and her third henchgirl remain in the garage, inspecting the cars, too close for comfort. If she makes a break now, they’ll spot her. Her only option—for now—is to wait. Delilah and the blonde are about to discover their "captive" is missing...

And all hell is going to break loose.