Adelaide rubbed her fingers against the smooth plastic, trailing a freshly polished nail along the corners. She sat with her back against the wall, her long legs outstretched on the seat. Her brown eyes shifted as she continued to study the picture. There was no doubt in her mind that it belonged to the individual who attempted to kill her in the catacombs.<i>Why would he have brought his ID?</i>A rookie perhaps, but even then most knew better than to bring something like that on a hit. It was too easy to be found if things went sour.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"><i>Not my problem now</i></span>, she reminded herself as she shoved the card into the front pocket of her duffle bag. There was no point in obsessing over a lost cause. She hadn't been shot, or worse..discovered snooping by the club members. The kid had offered a great distraction when he missed his shot, which allowed her to escape almost harm free. She had found the ID in one of the tunnels, immediately knowing it couldn't have belonged to anyone else down there at the time. Not to mention the stench of<i>mutant</i>was all over it.<br/><br/>Time had been lost the moment she left Louisiana. Everyone she met and every place she stopped was treated as a secret. Only being told what was necessary, which mostly consisted of when they switched transportation. One thing was certain, Lottie had been right it was long hell of a trip. Apart of almost wished flying herself would have been an option, being confined in one spot for too long made her anxious.<br/><br/>Adelaide stepped out into the open space once they arrived. Not wanting to go another minute without stretching her legs. Slinging her maroon colored duffle bag over her shoulder she let out a small yawn and stretched her hands upwards. Her doe shaped eyes widened as she looked about beneath her sunglasses.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"What in the hell did y'all sign me up for," </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she muttered, making slow turns as she headed for area she was instructed to. <br/>
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Before she could go inside what turned out to be a large meeting room of some short, her bag was taken. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Thanks babe. Nice talking to you," </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she winked, seeing that it was the guy who assisted in escorting her. Per usual the man remained silent, even after she reached up and gave his cheek a squeeze. There was a moment of hesitation in her movement as the door opened, unsure of what awaited inside. Already she could see some faces, all of which unfamiliar. She could hear Lottie's voice in the back of her mind; </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)"><i>Its time to be the person you were meant to be. </i></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">There was tension in the air, so much so that it could be cut with a knife. She kept her sunglasses on despite the room being dimly lit. Her black boots patted lightly against the floor when she made her way around the circular table. She stopped at a available seat, not paying mind to who it was by. Her attention went to the blonde female who seemed to be in charge of, well, whatever it was. Assuming they were all about to be let in on this sudden and obscure assembly. </span><br/><br/>A sudden burst of laughter left Adelaide once the blonde had finished her speech. Everyone present having their own similar reactions. She couldn't help but agree with the curly haired female,<i>hero</i>wasn't on her resume either.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"No offense sugar, but the world is different now. You can't just pick people at random and expect the next Avengers. I don't even know who y'all are," </span>Adelaide shook her head,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"and you calling for <i>my</i> help tells me you don't know who I am." </span>