[b]Springfield Gardens, JFK International Airport[/b]

Maribeth's eyes fluttered open as she heard a soft [i]ding[/i] and the voices of people around her grow louder. "I can't believe I slept through the landing." She muttered, yawning and unbuckling her seat belt. The older couple next to her laughed and the elder woman placed her hand on Maribeth's knee, giving her a warm smile, "Sweetheart.. If it weren't for the fact that you had to use the restroom every now and then, we would have thought you were dead. You slept for nearly the entire flight!" Mari's eyes widened as she heard this and her cheeks turned a bright red. "I'm so sorry. I don't...." Before she could get her apology out fully she was interrupted. "Oh no, sweetie don't apologize. You didn't bother anyone. Plus, we could tell you hadn't slept in a while." Maribeth nodded and smiled at the elderly couple, waiting for them to get up and get their bags. Once there was enough room, she quickly got out of her seat and grabbed her black handbag before making her way out of the plane with everyone else. 

She had just gotten back to the United States after spending a bit with her father in Italy. Ever since the civil war had broken out, her father had fled to Europe, where he now moved from city to city and town to town every few weeks. It was nice to see him and it was even better to have him approve and accept her for who she was now. Unfortunately, no real news on her mother or her sister had came up. Just that they had last been seen in Portland, Oregon but that was about five years ago.

As Maribeth walked out into the lobby, she noticed four men in black suits standing with three police officers next to them. [i]'Sucks to be them'[/i] she thought to herself before turning away from them and beginning to walk away, her high heeled boots clicking loudly with every step. "Miss Wilson." Their voices held a kind, yet stern tone to it. Maribeth didn't know what to think of it. They could be others like her, that just happened to bump into her at the airport, or they could be officials that were after her. If the ladder, she decided to pretend she didn't hear them. "Maribeth Wilson, halt. You have a warrant out for your arrest." Her head snapped up at the sound of the news and she turned around quickly. "I beg your pardon? Last time I checked I hadn't been in America long enough to get a warrant for my arrest." The men began to walk towards her, the police officers pulling out hand-cuffs, a baton, and a taser. She stood frozen in place, debating whether to fight them off easily, or just fly off. She decided on neither. The people around her would immediately think all Unnaturals were bad if she flew off. Instead, she just stood there, letting the officer forcefully put the cuffs on her. "Thank you officer. We'll take it from here." [i]'So the cops aren't in on this? The government.. Of course.'[/i] Maribeth nearly growled as she was yanked in a 180, one agent carrying her bag and the other three around her. As she began walking, she saw the elderly couple staring at her, looking beyond ashamed and appalled. "I'm sorry you had to see this.... But I'm innocent. I haven't done anything." She managed to get the small explanation out before being yanked harshly forward, an obvious sign for her to be quiet. 

"Get in the car." She gruff voice of the man barked before she was pushed into the back seat. Once they had been settled, she was the only one in the back seat with her hand bag, two agents in the front, and an SUV following behind them. "Where is your father?" The tone was hard and cold, more of a demand than a question. "I don't know." She spat back almost immediately. "We received intel that a Wilson would be flying in to the US. We thought it was your dad... but I guess you'll do for now." Maribeth lifted an eyebrow and she slumped back in the seat. "Hooray.. You guys caught me! I'm sure mister president will give you each a gold star for trying." She smirked and looked outside the window. Perfect weather for the stunt she was about to pull. Early in the morning, cloudy. It was raining and by the looks of it, the rain was only going to get worse. The men were blabbering about something but Maribeth's mind was already working. She let her telekinesis reach out and she could feel the car around her. "Wait..... did you say [i]for trying[/i]?" Maribeth turned around and laughed once. "Yup. For trying to keep me contained." The men gave each other a quick glance before the back doors of the SUV blew out, the sheer force sending them flying to either side of the highway. With a huff, she lifted the SUV up and at a forward angle, making it difficult for the men to move, their seatbelts hugging them tight to the seats. "Bye, boys. Can't wait for the next date." She grinned and grabbed her handbag from her cuffed hands from behind her back before flying out of the hovering SUV. As soon as she left the vehicle, it dropped, crashing down on the pavement below. 

Maribeth didn't even take a second glance when she flew off, her heart beating faster by the second. By now she was practically drenched, walking in a street she didn't know. She had managed to bring her arms under her legs and to the front, so they now rested in front of her rather than on her back. She walked quickly down the side walk, exhausted, cold, and wet with her handbag in her hands.