<div class="floatright">(https://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbseg/281/281190-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sunsteel Angel (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</strong></span>Location: Avengers Tower, Command Room, Sand Diego<br/><br/>Sunsteel Angel felt the shame of her own actions and failures, yet to hear them from the General made her flinch in ways that she hid from sight by freezing stoically. Slowly the burn of shame lit a fire within her that stirred more. Damnit! She cursed herself as her eyes shot over Scandal again. Her fire built and mingled, shame, anger, guilt, worthlessness, and nothing to do! Her eyes cut to Scandal and Dai as they spoke with MC. "I say we tear apart this cult, chasing down each connection. One or more will connect us to Medusa and Nemo. Cults are more like gangs, and I can handle that, I understand that."  Having said what she needed to, the flush in her cheeks rose again as her eyes roamed their gorgeous curves. She couldn't stand it, she needed air, space, action.<br/><br/>Rising, she offered over her shoulder as she paced away. "Find me a starting place, point me in the right direction, then stand at my flank or get the hell out of my way." Failure was burning her from the inside out. Failure to capture the threat, failure to control her own feelings, failure to peak when she had been so cl... Grrrr, she needed to run! That directed her to the gym, it was a start. "Find it, I'll be in the gym."