<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6:35am</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Out front</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Vedaa_Arsenal.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Antigone Ray Shanae Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Armored in Steel and Gold, black skirt and calf-high flex-steel war boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Arriving<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 8:00 am.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Creed, open<br/><hr/><br/>No posted and regulated guard? They were secure, yet they were too soft perhaps. She needed to understand these people, and probably protect them from their casual strength. She reached out, identifying the nails in the wood, the iron and metals in the superstructure. She noticed much in the shop out back, a heavy vehicle as well as a lot of metal. The area behind the building, a light square, almost devoid of metals, though what was there was regimented. "No posted watch? Pfah, wait until you are relieved of duty before you diminish your senses. I will take watch, you can cover me since I am not one of you yet."<br/><br/>No metals approaching in any amount. She could detect a motorcycle or larger craft a mile or more away, anything rifle-sized or greater within five hundred yards. Nails and  bullets within a hundred yards, though if it is the latter, that offers her little comfort as they are often moving too fast for her to do something. She felt the need to keep a portion of her mind to watching this pattern, incoming threats often carried larger amounts of metal.<br/><br/>"I'm not Greek," her words come out as she steps back to working on her bike, "My last name is Ellington, if anything I am English if I have to claim something other than American. Though not sure how the English would take my mother's heritage. The U.S. wanted to contact her, my father was able to use that to prevent them from putting me in a lab. They figured if she found out about her daughter, they may see the behavior as an act of war."<br/><br/>She remembered the constant contact with Agent Jones. Antigone understood that was a made-up name, or at least generic enough that it would make it difficult to trace. Questions and trips to the park, museum, science museum, science labs. They often drifted past a white board, blueprint, or engine with a design flaw. Antigone would offer insight to correct the flaw, or if she wasn't familiar with the correction, point out the glaring flaw and leave them to correct it. Looking back, her senses with metals were always active, it seemed only her control of the metals came with her need for protection. Perhaps if she had been in a traffic accident she would have protected herself with her power earlier.<br/><br/>She would have to stop blaming her powers on the war. It was just another thing that had set her apart from everybody else. "How fast are you? Got a 25mm wrench?" She would have to adjust performance by the chemical depressant, but this would give her an idea.