[h2][center] - Kara - [/center][/h2]
[center][@LightningLynx89][@Letter Bee][@deathclawow][/center]

Light played across the carapace of a brilliant green beetle the size of a human eyeball as it slowly made it's way down the mansion's wall. Tiny insectoid eyes were nearly blind to the world, even as the creature within struggled to listen in. Slight tremors still stirred the air, escaping the mansion through microscopic fractures in the glass of the windows. Sound so slight that no human ear could have picked it up, but to this strange little beetle it was as clear as day. The struggle lay in filtering out the background noise, the everyday sounds that formed an invisible orchestra. The rustling of wind through the grass, the shifting of cloth over skin, the commotion of ants burrowing through the Earth, the steady heartbeat of a dozen humans, the wheeze of their breath, the crescendo of a shoe sole striking a carpet matched against the steady tune of the birds a block over. But even through all this ruckus it could pick up the words that were spoken deep inside of this mansion, where government men sought to escape their ignorance.

With an internal sight, the beetle shifted, knowing it had to act. The men inside were mages, but no doubt they'd been secured using that odd anti-magic stone the government was so fond of. These agents were professionals, experts in their craft. No doubt they'd be looking for invisible enemies or teleporting foes. A dozen ways to sneak into the building sprung to mind. In the form of this beetle few would pay attention to it, fewer still would notice a lone termite burrowing up through the stone floor. Or a slow approach, altering it's skin to match it's surroundings while shifting from place to place. A long, nigh-invisible snake crawling across the ceiling, held up by hundreds of tiny spider legs. Of course she could simply attack them from the front. Immune to directed magic they might be, but there was very little they could do against a bulletproof dragon monster.

But, all of those plans would be for nought. These dozen men were not the threat, they were just messengers. Here they represented the power of the government, the arm of the law, and the immense military power that could be summoned by the men who ran this nation if magic was considered a threat to national security. A dozen men, two dozen men, even fifty men meant nothing to her, but she had little wish to face an army of soldiers. No, she deduced, there were better ways to solve this conundrum. Where raw power and stealth could not prevail, a more subtle approach would have to do. For power was worthless without a mind to guide it.

The beetle became a squirrel, hopping off into the grass. It scurried between the leaves, a bright red bushy tail bobbing up and down as the tiny critter made it's way to the middle of the path leading to the front door. Standing up on it's hind legs, contrasted by the plain white stones beneath it, it looked up at the guards of the mansion. Slowly it began to grow, hairs swirling to form clothing, limbs extending and growing opposable digits. In mere moments the rodent was replaced by a human child, perhaps twelve years of age. A small brown girl with long black hair and blue-green eyes, wearing a plain green dress. A smile on her face she held up her hands while facing the CIA agents, who no doubt had drawn their weapons during the transformation. When she spoke it was with a child's voice, but with a slight edged humour not befitting her form.

"Greetings. My name is Kara. I've come to bargain."