After Bryon and Dianna had settled well enough in their new hide out, the girl found a dusty couch on the first floor and plopped down on it. She'd been constantly moving since the invasion, and her powers had probably been the only reason she was still alive. Her body ached and her head throbbed. She noticed also an odd tight feeling in her chest. That didn't normally happen, and it worried her. She would have to lay off a bit on her powers, lest she risk heart or brain damage, or both.<br/><br/>Dianna #412 felt a small tickle under her nose, and wiped away the blood trickling from it. While remaining still for a moment was a rest her body needed, it gave her mind far too much time to wander.<span style="font-style: italic">Shri...</span>she thought sadly.<span style="font-style: italic">And I was just making a friend...</span>It was painful. She'd never had a friend and she'd certainly never lost one. An odd feeling washed over her which she'd not yet had the misfortune to feel: loss.<br/><br/>Thankfully, the girl's wandering thoughts were cut off by the sound of a door opening, and the sounds of footsteps walking down stairs. Peeking over the edge of the couch, Dianna saw a man in a pilot's outfit with dark green hair make his way into the basement.<span style="font-style: italic">Odd...</span><br/><br/>Dianna stood and made her way into the basement a moment after the strange man had descended the stairs. She came down into the basement to see him leaning against the wall, presumably waiting for something.<br/><br/>"Excuse me," Dianna said, "Perhaps you are lost. I was not expecting any visitors."<br/><br/>((She'll hear the knock in a minute or two. !meow ))<br/><br/>----------------------<br/><br/>Today was the day. Yin had organized all her things, taking only what she felt would be essential. She'd notified her superiors she would be taking a leave for a day or two. They had no problem with it since she'd forsaken her vacation time and it would be a problem if she didn't take a leave.<br/><br/>The lawyer stepped out of her taxi cab blocks away from the meeting place, and walked the rest of the way, brief case in hand. She subtly checked every few moments whether anyone was watching her or following her. Luckily, she made it to the meeting place without a problem. Casually, she strode into the field and checked her watch. She was<span style="font-style: italic">exactly</span>on time.<br/><br/>There were a few other people in the field, but they kept a distance from each other, appearing quite unassociated.<span style="font-style: italic">So far so good,</span>she thought dryly.<br/><br/>-----------------------<br/><br/>Ijemaru arrived in the fields way ahead of the set time. As a natural reporter, he was always early. It was shameful for a reporter to arrive late and miss something important. True, that concept didn't really apply here, but it had become automatic for him.<br/><br/>Using his benefits as assistant of the investigative division of the capitol's most popular news paper, it was easy for him to get a couple days off. True, it wouldn't get him any closer to his promotion, but joining a resistance was a far more exciting matter.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I really hope this doesn't turn out to be boring,</span>He thought as he leaned against a solitary tree.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm itching for some action.</span>