<div class="floatleft">(https://www.jacketsexpert.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/big-sky-katheryn-winnick-jacket.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Rebuilt Heroine; Midnight Angel PL 10 (150 PP)</span></span><br/><br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Catherine Winslet<strong>Identity:</strong>Public<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Midnight Angel<strong>Occupation:</strong>Former Reality Star<br/><strong>Bases of Operations:</strong>Futura<strong>Affiliation:</strong>LIGA<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>“Well that won’t sit too well with anyone important.”<br/><br/>The next few words seemed at first to go past her without a thought. Catherine continued to give her same smile and her eyes focused on her doctor without even a flicker. Yet the signs of stress were building beneath the surface. The steady rise of her heart rate, the firing of neurons for her sympathetic nervous system and her bodies sudden need to cool down the rise in heat which displayed as beads of sweat on her brow. Respirations began to increase as somewhere in the distance she heard a jet engine cutting through the sky. A steady roar that signals a large aircraft full of innocents was soon to be cast at her like a weapon.<br/><br/>Screams would soon follow. Cries for help, calls for mercy and eventually anguished wailing to simply end the pain. Her mouth was dry now so that she had to flick her tongue out over her lips to find any moisture. That fucking name did so much that she fought to control. Eyelids pressed closed to shut out the visions that would soon come and the tears that might emerge. A blackness that was no longer black descended over her field of view. Instead she began to see her own vital signs and read outs, information that Ryan had taught her to interpret and understand. A wall of numbers to make sense of something purely emotional.<br/><br/>When next she opened her eyes there was comfort in knowing that she was still alive and she was unharmed. The burning on her skin was still there, the twisting of her stomach into knots persisted but she was alive. A muscle worked in her jaw or at least the flesh and bone portion of her jaw.<br/><br/>“Does the team know? They….should know. He is going to come for me isn’t he?”<br/>