<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1w6Sw.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Abigail Brand<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Agent Brand or Ma'am or Miss. Not 'Hydra-Hair.'<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Northern Egypt, Near Port Said<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>With each BAMF following in rapid succession, Abigail couldn't help but overcome her initial surprise at his tail pulling her in unexpectedly, even though she knew well his capabilities, but soon found herself instinctively clinging tighter and tighter to him as the successive teleportations assaulted her senses to the point she just closed her eyes and kept her arms wrapped around the mutants surprisingly firm and well muscled body, feeling that despite his lean stature, he had a perfectly strong grip on her as well and thus leaving any possibility of him losing her in the middle of the sea, or the Sahara, to a minimum. "How much longer?" she finally asked, her words sounding stilted as they were punctuated by the repeated teleports and the fact she was speaking in a very loud voice, just short of yelling.<br/><br/>She didn't want to deafen him after all.