<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1428h-wqHU0/U2kPLLosHwI/AAAAAAABoqw/Nh5CjPFYp_o/s1600/0003-JF-3_0019.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Barstow, CA | August 11, 2017 | 8:10pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Elena, Olivia, Nadia, Julie, Colette<br/><strong>Group:</strong>2<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Thinking, stressing.<br/><hr/>These chairs fucking sucked.<br/><br/>It's not like he could blame the hotel for having chairs that didn't accommodate his wing span, what with that being – what he assumed – a pretty rare condition that wasn't really on the accessibility checklist. It should have been though. It was new day, a new age! Stupid inconsiderate people. Then again all of his things had to be carefully ordered, specially crafted or otherwise modified to suit him. These were the thoughts that plagued him whilst he stared heavily at the not-nearly-big-enough wood table top in the room. Soon everyone would be joining him. Elena would be bringing her friend from San Francisco. Colette... He paused. Where had she even run off to? Probably to get food, that silly French girl – that gave him a little chuckle, but it was stifled by everything else weighing on his impressively broad shoulders. Elena and Colette would get along, he reckoned.<br/><br/>The others coming would be here too, soon. Nadia he had called in privately, wanting very much not to get her involved, but if they were going to do this they needed more people – he just didn't know what to expect, and he couldn't be everywhere at once. He had to wonder if she was going to forgive him for this; probably not, but if it kept everyone of them and all the others like them safe for an extra day he could live with some scorn. Finally Olivia would be showing up; his hands flexed on the edge of the table as he rolled that little bit over in his mind. Olivia was the most simply complex person he'd ever encountered and it had absolutely nothing to do with her. Having her and Elena in the same room for any length of time was going to be... A particularly trying experience. The worst part of that was that he had no doubt both of them were going to be completely fine. It was going to be him that was all sorts of weird.<br/><br/>People aside there was the bigger more looming problem. In like twelve hours they were going to<em>attack</em>a Tac 6 convoy. He was certain that he wanted the out come of successfully doing that, but the thought of stepping out and exposing himself and all of these others? That was tearing at him. Colette had been roped into this by Annie's employers or whatever – a thought that made him glance at the briefcase on one of the nearby beds. He and her, Colette, could have tried this on their own. He didn't need to involve anyone else... But he had. It felt terribly selfish. “Fuck.” He groaned, heaving a heavy sigh. Both elbows propped up on the table and he laid his head into his hands so he could think.<br/><br/>Absently his thumb curled in over his palm and began to spin his solid wedding band around on his finger; absently and distracted he waited for his make shift group of super heroes to arrive – everyone given the last name to check in under to get their key to the room.