<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/>“They have a right to know what they are getting into with him. He’s….he’s…<br/><br/>There was a pause. Tears were gathered to one eyes, the other long since having been replaced along with much of her face. Reconstruction was a powerful thing but nobody had thought to replace the tear ducts or perhaps they hadn’t been capable. Such a strange thing to watch tears fall from only one side of a person’s face. The effect was subtly disquieting to most and thankfully the doctor was not treated to that sight once more. Instead a hardness crept onto Catherine’s face and features. She tilted her chin upward as if swallowing back the bitter taste of the man’s image.<br/><br/>“He is different and he is not something that anyone should ever face unaware.” Lips drew to a thin line and she almost wanted to spit out the word again. Instead she only gave a simple nod when Jenna gave her support and assurances. Silver Centurion had a way of catching people alone that made much of those statements feel empty.<br/><br/>A familiar and welcome voice touched her ears then. She remembered that voice from when she was laid on the operating table so many times and again when she was struggling to recover. He quite literally wrote and then read the manual to her each night as if a bedtime story about the hardware installed to her body. Even when he didn’t want to he would explain what they had done and what he had done to keep her alive. Most would call this a miracle and indeed she had as well. Time to pay for that miracle she thought.<br/><br/>“They know and thank you doctor.” Midnight Angel now stepped past the doctor toward the windows. “I mean that.” Without a thought she pressed open the window so that she could step out as casually as most did a stroll. Flying was still the only place she could feel free and alive. Gravity hadn’t even had time to take hold before she was off. The windows rippled with the force of air she displaced when she flew past and toward where the jet rested.<br/><br/>“I am on my way Chrome. And thanks but I don’t need a baby-sitter.”<br/><br/>Years of work on television had taught her the importance of an entrance. Midnight Angel was at a disadvantage that she did not have her suit on just yet, but at one time she was an all American girl. Embracing that notion she came down with purpose and pride. Blue jeans and a t-shirt were complimented by converse sneakers. Truly the spitting image of a Mid-Western girl come to do her duty was the pose she now struck. She landed without breaking stride as if she had walked her way through the crowd. An absent wave given with a warm smile.<br/><br/>“Alright everyone let’s find out what the fuss is about.”<br/>