Whiplash yawned, interrupting the Overseer. "Yeah, yeah, got it. Steal a truck. Mess up a lab. Cause a bit if damage, and we're out," she smirked, leaning back on her chair. Oblivious, or simply not caring how prestige the computers were, she propped her hooves up, still grinning. "Finally, we can get a little action. I've got the shooting part covered, Boss," Whiplash glanced at Storm, as if daring him to interject.