Rachael looked up. A colossal drop of shimmering water was plummeting towards her. Although the water wouldn't affect her even at her current size if it hit her, it would be good practice if she rolled out of the way regardless. Having done so in the nick of time, the water splashed at her heels as she stood upright and surveyed the rest of her boundless bathroom from the front of her sink. Occasionally in her free time, Rae would set up miniature obstacle courses in her bathroom, designed to test her strength and agility while also improving her ability with the Atom suit.

Suddenly she heard a knock at her door, dividing her attention for a split second from another drop crashing down onto her head, splashing over her visor. Rachael groaned as she leaped from the sink, regrew, and headed for the front door. She peered through the peephole, spying two individuals, one male, the other female. Were these the S.H.I.E.L.D agents sent to pick her up? She had been expecting them, but she wasn't sure when they would arrive. Feeling a tad restless, she shrunk down into the keyhole, and crawled through out the other side.

Rachael snuck up behind the two agents, grinning all the while as they waited for her to answer the door. She returned to her normal size as she spoke through her helmet. [color=0072bc]"Uh, is there something I can help you with?"[/color] The startled agents spun around before they regained their composure. That never got old.
"I'm assuming that since you're wearing her suit that you're Rachael Palmer?" the female agent inquired. Rachael unfastened the oxygen tubes connected to her helmet and removed it, revealing a reserved smile framed by messy brown hair. The male agent finally spoke up.
"Apologies for being curious, ma'am, but... Can I ask why you look like you've been out in the rain?" he said, looking at the water droplets all over the suit.
Rae simply stared at him blankly. [color=0072bc]"I just got out of the shower. Let me get dressed before we go."[/color]

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Rachael sat in the extravagant and lavish jet that she was travelling to the helicarrier in. She marveled at the technology aboard the jet, it was like none she had ever seen on this type of plane. She was more than excited to see whatever the 'heli-carrier' was. As she stared out of the window, clouds passed by as if it was a blur, and Rachael could barely contain the excitement within her chest, despite seeming composed on the outside. This is what she had even began this experiment for - this is why she had created the suit, and this is why she fought crime within the streets of Gotham and Ivytown. If only John were here with her to see it...

The plane she sat in began to slow down, and Rachael stood, face peering through the window as the heli-carrier came into view. It was even larger and grander than she had even expected, and the excitement became noticeable on her face, a smile beginning to split her lips into two. "Disembarking now." A monotone voice came from within the plane's speakers, and there was a minor bump as the plane landed on the platform. The door opened, springing sunlight within the plane's compartment, and Rachael leaped down onto the hot metal of the heli-carrier's heli-pad, her smile now turned into an eager grin.

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The auditorium was incredibly large, so much so that if she was the size of a fly, the room would seem to stretch into infinity. In the centre of the auditorium were a group of individuals, presumably the group she was supposed to meet. Rachael adjusted the strap of her white satchel containing her suit, and stepped forward. Before she could introduce herself, a glint from the shoulder of one of the group members caught her eye. [color=0072bc]"Are those real spikes? Nice."[/color] she pestered, as she gently tapped them.