<div align="center">(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTj0-_FUQu3D_16aNqKzGiISBNUCX1ceHFMmL9TxbMIep31aevqkA)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Aliera Weston<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Comic Book Shop<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> All</div><br/>Friday night.  Another week of doing the legwork for the firm done, finding the information they needed for the latest big case which, of course, she couldn't divulge the details of.  Walking into the shop, she smiled, pushed open the door leading into Full Moon Comics, smiling as a small bell rang, announcing her presence.  "Rosa, how's it going?"  She entered the store in a pair of jeans and a peach, off the shoulder sweater, her hair pulled up in a braid with loose, soft tendrils falling around her face.  Adjusting her glasses, she started toward the racks to find the latest and greatest of her favorite comic book.<br/><br/>The woman behind the counter smiled at her, "Ali, it's going pretty well, actually.  Oh, your order came in.  Let me go and get it for you."  The woman slipped into the back room.  She'd managed to get her hands on some old issues, a three part mini series covering a portion of Zealot's history and a WildCATs/X-Men crossover.  "Had to go through several different resources to find these." the petite, Italian woman called from the back room.  "Pretty old back issues, and I was able to get them in really good shape, too.  Almost mint."<br/><br/>"Rosa, you<em>are</em>a marvel.  Don't worry.  I brought my credit card." Ali reassured her.  Not a new issue, but the old ones, she could still enjoy.  Paying for her purchase, she leaned on the counter and opened the cover as she gave the woman her Visa card.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://www.fullmooncomicbooks.com/image2/i132.jpg)</div><br/>"I've been looking forward to this for a while now."<br/><br/>She began to read, losing herself in the comic as she moved toward a chair in a side room and sat down, "Karen, how's it g-"  Her words were cut off by a gasp as she felt...something.  A waver in the air, like a shock wave that seemed to rip through the room, distorting everything, including her own cry as she was ripped from reality and dropped...<br/><br/>"Where am I?"  She started to turn around.  A comic shop, but not her comic shop.  And, "Why do the shelves seem- shorter?"  And what was wrong with her voice?  She looked down at her own  hands.  Gloves, leading up long sleeves, and everything was so red, and, "Where did, what?"  The shelves weren't shorter.  She was taller.  The 5' 4" tall woman now towered in the six foot range.  And her hair was hanging loose, long and white.  She was dressed in shiny, metallic red, weapons everywhere.  Two swords at her back, a pair of blasters at her hips, a Kheran honor blade in her...boot?  And, and, was that a clef blade?  Was she holding a real live, a really real clef blade in her hands?!<br/><br/>"Did I doze off?" she murmured, turning only to see several others who looked very much like comic book characters.  And she recognized them all.<br/><br/>Witchblade, Robin, Gambit, Miss Marvel, X23, Green Lantern and others.  And they looked so much like the comic book characters.  "What in the name of Mount Themiscrya is going on?"  Wait.  Did she just say that out loud?<br/><br/>(http://gallery.xcave.net/images/comics/wildstorm/zealot/Zealot_WildCore004_00.jpg)