"Damn right! The bridge tolls have been a problem for weeks but the other punkers didn't want to help with it. But with you leading the charge, we can teach them a lesson!"

She shrugs. "I'm up for whenever!"

"HEY, EVERYONE! RAID PLANNING!"

They have an actual system for this, apparently. Maps and everything.

"I'll go in first, of course."

"Shock and awe or sneaky sneak?"

"If we're talking about this bridge they have spears and a few guns. Shock and awe probably means someone gets shot."

"Sneaky sneak is a bit tricky if it's a bridge, but Angie could probably do it..."

There is some debate among punkers. Shock and awe means to scare the target into running. Sneaky sneak means to be right next to them and holding their stuff before they realize anything's wrong.

"Shock and awe, duh. I can get rid of their guns before you squishies get in trouble."

"Sounds like a plan! We do battle cries on the way in for shock and awe. I think we want to attack from the Manhattan side, the barriers are smaller by two buses. If you can tear down the gate to let us in on your rampage that'd be great."

She throws an arm around a couple of punkers standing next to her. "Rampages are better with friends!"

"Hell yeah! Now let's talk weapons! What've we got?"

Planning continues.

Quite unsurprisingly, Angie's fine going as, unarmed.

They set out at dusk.

The signal to attack is when Grover starts blasting rock music on his bluetooth speakers!

Punkers pour out of nearby alleyways and start running for the barrier when Angie charges.

Gracefully shifting to wolf form, she bursts through the gate, resuming human form to snatch a gun out of a kid's hands.

The kid shouts in fright and falls on his butt. 

A couple others seem to have been hurt from gate-smashing.

The apparent leader of this bridge starts screaming at her, "Werewolf! Fiend! Foul ravenous beast! Out with thee!"

There are more guns around, even as her punkers can charge without danger, since everyone's looking at her.

Someone manages to shoot her right in the chest. It'll leave a nasty bruise for maybe a few minutes. 

"Who did that?"

The bombastic local queen continues, "Don't answer! Leave my domain or face worse, interloper! I will not hesitate to spend bullets on you!" She herself has one of the most impressive-looking guns.

"I charged in here naked and unarmed. What does that tell you about your chances?"

"...Fire."

And now she's being shot at again. A lot, and accurately. Seems that her bridge guards were using the banter as time to maneuver into positions where they wouldn't shoot each other.

Okay, probably not a situation she should let continue. She briefly reverts to wolf form, darts over to the local queen, changes back, and breaks her ribs with a couple fingers.

The local queen grunts in pain and flies back, collapsing on the ground.

She glances at the approaching punkers through the destroyed gate, glares at Angie, and coughs out... "A-Abandon ship!"

Her remaining cohort of guards start to run for the far gate, some picking up backpacks or boxes or little kids along the way.

"Aww, don't go, this was just getting fun! Anyone who fights like a badass gets to be a vampire eventually!"

"Why the h-hell-" break to grunt in pain "-Should we believe that?" She's crying.

And yeah, the locals are all cowering and crying and fleeing, they don't stop.

Her surge of punkers is finally here, chanting "CHARGE!"

In the midst of the chaos, Angie walks over to the felled queen. "Cheer up, you did your best. Wanna get superpowers?"

"Wouldn't- Say no." The bridge queen is breathing hard and wincing with every movement, but her ribs don't actually seem to be broken.

On closer inspection she's wearing a modified adult-size bullet vest like a dress. That's got to be heavy, for a human.

She grins broadly. "Then join my pack! We have great dental benefits!"

"Uuurgh. You invaded my bastion of strength and utterly destroyed it. There is nothing left for me here, the fort is useless now. At least I went down fighting."

The punkers are merrily looting, some moaning that it wasn't quite a proper fight, some excitedly chatting about Angie's exploits, a few chasing the fleeing guards, laughing.