Jacob's stomach lurched at the ship shift upon exiting the dimensional rift. He had gotten better with the feeling considering he no longer lost his lunch but it was still a cause for discomfort. The ship steadied and Jacob resumed his workout. Lowering himself in a steady rythm with the steel bar across his shoulders. The bar strained to maintain its integrity under the immense weight at its ends. Jacob keeps count in his head.<br/>"One hundred-fourty five.. One hundred-fourty six"<br/><br/>The music blaring in his ears masked the sound of his fellow squadmates sparring and training behind him. He knew they were there. A real band of misfits but he liked it here. These people were like family.  This thought made his mind wander but he kept counting as if it were second nature. By now it almost was. His abilities made it hard for anyone to spot for him. Then again he really didn't need it. He was the one most of the others came to if they needed something moved or lifted. "One hundred-sixty six.. One hundred-sixty seven."<br/><br/>When the call over the intercomm came through Jacob was oblivious. In his own world. Absorbed by his thoughts. Thankfully someone pats him on the shoulder then takes out one of his headphones.<br/>"Oi Atlas. Looks like they need us in the conference room. Towel off and come on".  Jacob knew by the soft British accent who it was.<br/><br/>Terri Wallace, A pretty blonde with half her head shaved. Standing at 5'3" and weighing 134lbs. She grew up on the streets of anarchal London. Before joining division 46 she was a part of a gang that was based out of the old metro tunnels. Project Nightlight gave her enhanced reflexes as we as a boost to the reflective surfaces in her eye causing her low light vision to be far superior to any other. She's sassy and quick witted.  Everyone just calls her "Quill" because it was the name she recieved back when she was just a street rat. Everyone just desided to keep it.<br/><br/>"Alright. You go on ahead." Jacob sighs. "Didn't even get a fifth of the way through. I wonder what is going on?"<br/>"Well if you come on we'll find out, eh?"<br/>"Fine smart ass lets go" he wipes the sweat off a bit the swings the towel over his shoulder. Then he turned and started walking accross the room having not heard Riddlers boistrous cheer.