<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/u4B6UwM.jpg?1)   </div><strong>Name</strong>Fetter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ship attack, Gulf of Mexico<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Midnight Angel, Miss Spell, Cherry Spark, Copycat<br/>Character sheets (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=190246)<br/><hr/><br/>The lurch of acceleration of the craft causes Fetter to instinctually brace herself against the headrest of Copycat's seat.  Flashing a ghost of a grin across her dark lips, she seems to mirror the other young woman's uncertainty, but there's a deeper current of concern, a shadow somewhere along the bottom.  She fixes her eyes on the horizon for their brief journey, the incredible distance of the ocean horizon making even their super-speed flight seem like a glide on the waves.<br/><br/>When they are within sight of the wreck, Ally leans to her window and hears her breath echo back from the ballistic-reinforced hull, even over the sound of the engines.  The beast looks like something out of science fiction, not the Gulf of Mexico.  She can see the deck hands clinging to the surface, ants on the froth and wreckage below.  She stares for a few seconds, turning the situation over in her mind, trying to weigh the consequences of letting that thing remain in the water versus leaving the survivors on their own.<br/><br/>"Midnight," she says softly, "it's your call.  I can fly half that ship out, give the survivors a chance... or I can get sushi there out of the way."  Her dark eyes fix on Midnight Angel's, a storm of worry and hope in them.  "We're with you."<br/>