"Jerk," Jennifer snorted derisively, pushing the bloodless body of a young guy away from her, watching as he collapsed to the ground.

Squatting down in front of him, she thoughtfully rummaged through his pockets, and then took out a purse, opening it.

"Not much," she said, showing you twenty bucks, "It's time for us to stop catching brats and move to another level."

Wiping her bloody mouth with her sleeve, she waved her hand.

"Let's get out of here."