Summer’s smile matched Allison’s. “Go big or go home. Let’s burn down the hospital. There’s people you know there, right? I like the way that personal betrayal tastes.”
“I like the way you think,” Allison smirked and flipped her hair back over her shoulder. “Let’s go cause some problems.”
Summer dangled her keys from one finger. “I’m driving. I want to go inside. All that pain, all that anguish — I need to /touch/ it. I need to see their eyes when they realise I’m their destruction.” She opened the car door and slung herself inside. “What flourishes would you like to add? Who should we go find?”