<div class="floatright">(http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/MNBlend/Armor/tumblr_mgj53kyoXC1qzgskgo1_500_zpsf1903649.jpg)</div><strong>Olivia York<br/>Unreformed All American Criminal<br/>Tag: All</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Be careful she thought?<br/><br/>What if the fingerprint and retina scanner failed to work, would being careful provide solace to her as she was perforated by turret cannons?<br/><br/>Oh well, whatever. At least at this rate, with the checks she was cashing, she'd be able to retire to Belle Meade instead of Bethesda. She'd risk far worse then the outlying possibility of faulty security technology for a paycheck. She didn't really care about, or for, Norman Osborn. The guy had a stick shoved so far up his ass he was obviously smelling his own shit and thinking it was nice. The fact he was the Boss was enough for her to pay her respect to the man, but blowing out the brains of some supervillain in front of the TV cameras was literally something anyone else could've done. He built up Oscorp which was respectful enough but through his own mania, almost lost it because he wanted to play supervillain for some godawful reason. But now he was the Boss, somehow. But to be honest, Olivia had a low opinion of SHIELD or HAMMER or whatever it was going to call itself. It was clear that SHIELD was Nick Fury's baby, and was flailing about trying to find its way after his departure.<br/><br/>SHIELD's post-Fury existence was the exact same thing facing similar organizations, whether it was post-Nelson Mandela South Africa or post-Steve Jobs Apple Corporation. Build something around a man and it grows a dependence on him. Remove him, and things go bad. Not that Olivia was troubled by it, SHIELD's problems were too her benefit. The cash was good, but the juice from the missions and adventures was even better. Her entire life she had been searching for that next rush, without losing her head and ever since she joined the good guys, she hadn't regretted 'leaving' her criminal life behind. In the short time she had been in SHIELD, she was being trained in things she always wanted to be trained in, played with toys she only heard rumors of, and engaged in plots and missions that left her giddy in the aftermath. Working for an organization that had the globe as a stomping ground was great, especially in a place as weak as her station, West Africa was.<br/><br/>Thus, to be pulled away from such a playground, she needed incentive. And being a member of the last Cape Killer squad on the books was incentive enough. Sure the risks were greater, but so were the rewards, and the rush... that would be amazing.<br/><br/>She tossed her duffel into her dormitory, barely noticing anything exceptional about her new 'home' away from home before noticing her new teammates were apparently desiring to get acquainted with each other, or feeling obligated to due to orders. She decided to get to know them as well, nothing lost in not investing herself into the team. After all, she knew she was a good team player, as long as the odds were in her favor.<br/><br/>"Aaron. Elira," she then said, walking up to the two right after Elira introduced herself. "I'm Olivia. Don't hold it against me, but I'm American.," she added jestfully, figuring a self deprecating icebreaker could help break the awkwardness of meeting fellow Cape Killers for the first time.