A Sushi Place in Beachside L.A.

Once Lorenzo and his gang were making their way to the car, they spread out to surround the vehicle.

The Old Man driver, who was handling the pump, eyed the hooded menaces who were too obviously coming their way. His breathing was heavy, knees weak palms are sweaty... nervous instincts caused him to take out his electronic key and lock his passengers in. For their safety.

Diana herself tensed at the sight of the gang. She wanted to open the door but found herself locked in the big van with the new models, for their own safety. Unwilling to be victimized, she reached into her coat and gripped her karambit- an Indonesian Tiger Claw- a small hooked blade that was vicious in the hands of a blade master.

Once the tension could not get worse, they whip out their... spray bottles and sponges? and began spraying soapy water on the now sort-of-dusty windows, while other members began handing out pamphlets to the old man and anyone who'd gotten off. Mitsuko in the store, among them.

The washers were all enthusiastic and smiling, while another pamphlet dude was knocking on Danny's window trying to get her attention. "Hey there! Can we ask for a minute of your time, miss?"

Diana let out a sigh of relief, and returned the karambit to its sheathe. Solicitors. Who only happened to look like gangbangers. Maybe she'd been too paranoid.

Lorenzo had approached the old man non-threateningly and offered him a pamphlet with too small print for the visually impaired uber driver. "Hello sir, I'm sorry to disturb you but we're a 24 hour car wash fund raiser. My name is Lorenzo and we're with the California Animal Rescue. We wash your car for free, and in return we'll take any donation you'll offer... even if you don't."

The Old man could only stand there is disbelief. He relaxed his fist. "...Fund raiser? A-Animal rescue? are you for real?" He grunted, trying to wonder if this scam was a scam or just a genuine fund raiser kids these days are so fond of.

"Oh yes sir, definitely... We'll have your car clean as a whistle, and you don't even have to pay. But we'd appreciate it if you would. It's for the animals you see."

While everyone else was distracted, Chip lowered his sponge and bottle behind the car, and touched the vehicle, reaching out with his power. At this distance, his power allowed him to focus on any credit card in the car, and with relative ease lift the information stored in their chips...

Danny kept her head against the headstop of the van. Her eyes rolled over to the incoming crowd. Most likely it would pass as a benign signal of creeps wanting to get a quick look of some girls to talk about on the way to the next gas station they would loiter.

A tap on the window brought Danny's eyes back to the group. Some kind of group homelessness? No. She brushed her eyes from member to member, never once feeling alright with the ploy. "California Animal Rescue? And, you're dressed like that, at night?" A part of Danny wanted to play along, but that part did not get to vote in the Danny poll. "As someone who has done her fair share of car washes for animal groups, no one would ever do it like this."

"But. And this is important." Keeping the window closed, Danny pointed to the man by the pump. "That dude owns the car. He's an Uber driver. This is an Uber. Ask him about washing it and getting paid. Maybe he's nice."

Mitsuko walked back to the car with a cup of coffee and a bag of gummi straws. The group of derelicts she spotted on the onset had relocated themselves to the Uber. Wonder how Danny feels about those guys for a little- oh nevermind. Something felt odd about the one near the back of the car. Looked like he was grabbing for something, but nothing materialized. For about three seconds Mitsuko stayed behind him, staring, until she finally spoke. "What are you doing?"