<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190903/407e145040479a5f46ddf008d2d333a2.png) (https://fontmeme.com/comic-fonts/)</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/Rocket.4.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>NAME:</strong>Raquel Irvine (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035652#msg15035652)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Check the pic<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>8/23<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>9 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>From Secret Sanctuary to Fire's Livingroom<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Well, this is...odd.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Beast Mode (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1m3BcAX5HI4)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>All Mission 2 Members<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Font Made Here (https://fontmeme.com/comic-fonts/)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Now, Raquel hadn't really thought about what this particular mission meant. In fact, she hadn't spoken to anyone nor hung around to talk after the initial meeting was over. There hadn't been any point. Truth was, she felt outclassed, outgunned and just not good for much of anything, not with all of the others that were joining. It wasn't a case of lack of self-confidence, not really. She just felt...unprepared. So, she had left and not bothered to connect with anyone on a friendlier level because there just seemed to be no reason to.<br/><br/>She had probably miscalculated her response.<br/><br/>She had arrived at the Sanctuary, outfitted in her belt and a form-fitting blue catsuit along with her favorite jacket because why not?  Moments later, she'd made her way to where the others had gathered and stepped into the teleporter when it was her turn. She never spoke a word, kept her mouth shut and her eyes open and spent long moments (well once the world stopped spinning) just watching as others stepped up and prepared themselves to do whatever heroic things they were going to do. <br/><br/>Gods, she felt so damned uncomfortable!</em><br/><br/>"Greetings to everyone! I'm Fire. Six kilometers north from here is the largest of three shielded bases, so it's the first to investigate. The mountain is also a dormant volcano so there's that going for it. The potential for geothermal energy to power a facility purposed for creating super-serums is an obvious hint."<br/><br/>The Huntress spoke first after being apprised of the situation and asked the miniature Hulk from elsewhere to take a look-see. Raquel did give her an appreciative glance but for the most part, she remained solemn and quiet, her small form fairly vibrating with a need to do something. Of course,<em>'Lor Zod, right?'</em>the behemoth reported in the negative. Much too easy, right? Again her eyes swept the room, taking in the other members who had not yet spoken. A small smile curved her full lips as she noted Static and the thick, dark-skinned man in green, red and black.<em>'Gotta be Gus.'</em>A bigger grin dimpled her cheek as her gaze finally rested on Firestorm.<br/><br/>Still, she said nothing.<br/><br/>The man who had introduced himself as Brion spoke next, his voice almost soothing. "I could fly closer and just ask the earth. I'd get an understanding of any chemicals that are being used there. That should help us determine the purpose for the shielded mountain base."<br/><br/><em>'Okay, that shit is cool.'</em>Of course, it was. Raquel knew how to use her belt, could accomplish all sorts of things an unpowered human would be jealous of BUT she was not meta, not by a long shot. She was always slightly jealous of those who didn't NEED the extra help.<em>'Focus on the task at hand. Be jealous later...'</em><br/><br/>Yeah, she could do that.<br/><br/>Finally, tall dark and thick spoke up; his tone questioning. “You just going to get the chemical intel or all the fortress specs. Equipment, personnel, etc.” She blinked. Had they discussed that prior. Had she zoned out in the meeting? She waited for an answer if one could be given.<br/>