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Jessica smiled at the two roof guards who handled their demonstration of power over her life with a degree of civility lacking in her other Foster Unit in the remote Falklands.

She sympathized with her Guardians knowing that she was a nightmare not yet full grown; she could bend a primal element to her bidding. And the most delicious thing about it was that they had made her their perceived threat, had taught her where her limits were and how to push past them. They who schooled her to be <counted an expert in the field of things magnetic; they used her to expand the understanding of the earth's Van Allen belts and realized as she grew older her control expanded exponentially.

She knew that the squints had come to the same conclusion as she had and that was the data tracking her power levels almost since she'd gained them seven years plus. She was an open book to the squints who knew her more intimately than any Meta ever 

So she just gave up driving them away or running away because the way she saw it she only needed to live in the open and build trust levels with the mundanes. She had plans and she knew in less than 1 year she would be free of all ^unwanted rules and intrusion.

So making big plans Jess asked to use the HQ stairs in lou of the elevator; she hated them. Hated elevators because of being trapped with six doctors fresh  from roast beef an cabbage for three hours; she'd murdered the car's high tech computer with an EMP brought on by cramps. Since that day she vowed to never trap herself again using either the shaft or stairs never the box.

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The fire door opened on the ground floor then out drifted Jessie suspended about five cm off the floor. She is clad in a form fitting suit designed by some mad research team in MI6 which drastically altered her body's drag, kept her warm at altitude, dry in rain and clouds; Hot Pink so that she could be visually tracked because she flew so efficiently she didn't show up on radar.

In the suit is a hardened electronics commsystem which can double as a transponder when she enters occupied airspace. She knew that they sometimes used the transponder to spy on her because it tingled when active. Jessica could snuff out the electronics if she really wanted but also knows if she pays the price of privacy she gains a Rescue/Support team, access to really neat toys and free medical tailored to her personal biology; how many girls could brag about having the guaranteed services of three personal MDs?

After pausing to scan the area around her Jess settled to the floor and gave an exasperated sigh

[color=Tomato]"Well here I am on the ground at last and you in midair"[/color] she sang in a sweet tone that made her smile as she looked for the quartermaster's, sure she could check in with her assigned boss but that wasn't tactical.

It wasn't about rebellion as some saw it but about boundaries; she knew if she didn't set some that she'd not have any. She had grown up observing how authority was dealt, earned and extracted an it was a lesson she intended to be mistress of by her conversion from girl to full on adult woman in what claimed to be a free society.