[hr][h1][i][color=Red]Meifeng Vuhong[/color][/i][/h1][hr]


After breaking off from Anna, Meifeng figured that she would, you know, go find her friends... She stood dead in her tracks, eyes wide open like a deer in headlights. "[i]Fuck![/i]" She loudly sweared. She totally forgotten about Jen! The fight, meeting her cousins, and Anna, made her forget [i]why[/i] she was in the wrong place at the wrong time to begin with. She loudly slapped her forehead, and shook her head from left to right. "God, I'm a terrible friend..." She moaned underneath her breath. She has to fix this, she had no choice but to. She wouldn't be able to sleep easy tonight. Just find Jen... before she gets gangraped in her drunken stupor. She hoped that she could find Jen before anything bad happens. Meifeng quickly started walking, wading through the crowds of people. Christ, it'd be pretty hard to find Jen in a crowd like this. The first door she saw, she opened it, to see a guy making out with some girl. They exchanged glances before Meifeng closed the door, moved onto the next room, opened it, found something similar, then closed it. Christ, everything seemed like fun and games until it came time to deal with the consequences. All she wanted to do now was head home.

Racing around a corner, Meifeng slammed into another person headfirst (Who felt much more soft than usual). Meifeng put her hands on her face, before taking a few steps back. "Sorry!" She said, before she opened her eyes to see a tall woman... that was the first thing she saw that was wrong. It was a [i]woman[/i] in a party full of [i]kids[/i]. What was she up to here? She was tall, had curly burgundy hair, a face full of freckles, and wore a red dress shirt, a tan skirt, had glasses... and just dressed like a teacher.

"Oh, sorry, there!" The woman said in a sing-song. "Didn't notice you!"

"Yeah.... yeah..." Meifeng scratched the back of her neck looking away slightly - hoping that she'd find Jen. Before she turned right towards the woman, putting her hands onto her hips, and giving her a narrow look, "Hey, who are you? You don't look like the type that'd be here?" Meifeng probed - because this woman set something off. She was probably here ready to bust them... but, she didn't look like a disappointed or disgusted parent at all.

"Oh me? I'm [i]Megan. Megan Jervious[/i], please don't beat me up like you did those other girls." The woman - now introduced as Megan - answered with an odd smile, but that just made Meifeng even more suspicious. "Ah, yes, I'm looking for my daughter, Jaime. That rascal came here without my permission, and if you'd excuse me, I'd find her in no time..." Megan started walking off to the side.

Okay, that made a bit of sense. Though, she looked about her mid-twenties. Unless some really bad decisions were made, she wouldn't have a kid. Meifeng started tapping her foot on the ground. "... You look mighty young to have a daughter... unless you're talking about a toddler here." Meifeng was very quick to retort, crossing her arms, and looking up at the woman.

Megan jolted, stopping in her tracks. Like she didn't expect Meifeng to press on about it. Megan turned her head off to the side. "... I... adopted her, yeah, of course! I still love her like my own kin...." She quickly came up with the answer, but Meifeng wasn't convinced. "Know what, darling? Just go with it!" Megan moaned. "Why did I get the nosy Sherlock Holmes wanna-be out of all the drunk and stupid kids here?! Word of advice, just drop it. I'll be out in no time! You'll only end up in something you won't like." Megan nodded her head as she turned straight, then quickly ran down the hallway, and turned down a corner and dove into a room.

"... Wait! Just who are you?" Meifeng barked as she dove down the hallway after the woman. Like hell she was going to let this crazy broad walk around - doing God knows what. Once Meifeng opened the door, she saw that it was... empty! Just a dark dressing room. This doesn't make sense; the woman couldn't have gotten away [i]that[/i] fast. She flicked the lights on, and... nothing. She looked around some more, and still didn't find a thing. Like the woman disappeared into thin air. Meifeng shook her head as she slammed the door closed.

Okay, it was official: the freak show has arrived. Meifeng needed to find Jen, then tell Taylor about this. 

Meifeng turned around, then tried to run back to where she last saw Taylor.


[hr][h1][i][color=aqua]Jennifer Marissa Caspin[/color][/i][/h1][sub][@ToadRopes][/sub][hr]


Ratchet seemed to be taking it well. So that was good. It made Jen sigh in relief as she shook her head. "Yeah... that is what we need...." Jenny moaned as Ratchet mentioned a Meta-rights movement. Which, she doubted would end well. Honestly, Jen was no politician, no soldier... no one that would induce change. She just wants a simple life, that's all. And becoming a Metahuman... now, that just throws a wrench in her plans. "Thanks for being so understanding," Jennifer started off, "And I mean it." Despite thanking Ratchet, she had to be honest. Really honest. She leaned up against the railing, crossing her arms over her stomach, and lowering her head - staring at the balcony floor. "I'm going to level with you here, though. I... never wanted to be a Metahuman. I'm not a superhero, and I don't want to be - I just want a normal life."She looked up at Ratchet with her blue eyes, "Can you keep this a secret - our secret?" Jennifer said.

Though, Ratchet decided to comment on the fight, which made Jennifer tighten up her grip over her stomach. She would rather ignore the fight... She doesn't like violence, but it's all around her. It was best to just turn a blind eye and deal with it. Ratchet peaked inside, and saw the fight for all it's glory. She came out, and mentioned that it was [i]Meifeng [/i]who was getting into the fight. Good God, that girl doesn't know how to act sometimes. It's amazing she's not in jail yet. Jennifer let out a sigh. "Ahhhh... figures." Jennifer muttered under her breath. And, apparently, Meifeng's assault charge would have indecent exposure added onto it. God. 

When Ratchet asked if they should go inside already, Jen spoke, "I think we should just-" She was cut off, not by a person, but a bird. A [i]big[/i] bird, specifically a turkey vulture, landing on the railing directly next to her. Jennifer raised a blonde eyebrow as she slowly got off the railing - trying her damn near hardest not to upset the thing. The vulture looked at Jennifer, and loudly cawed. "Nice birdie... I'm just walking away...." Oh god, she hoped it didn't attack. The vulture cawed again, before spreading it's wings, and flying off. Jen took a few steps forward, and watched the bird fly off, "... I don't think that's bird behavior."

She caught a glimpse of a tall, and imposing figure walking away, stepping in between buildings. She didn't get a good enough look due to the darkness... but, whoever it was, it was big.

Loudly gulping, Jennifer took a step back, and decided that [i]maybe[/i] it'd be best if they just get out of here. Before the birdpocalypse begins. She clawed her way through the balcony doors, and was back into the party. The smell of alcohol, and wasted youth, filled her nose instantly. She put her hand on Ratchet's shoulder, "Hey, let's go find Meifeng."


[hr][h1][i][color=Dodgerblue]Lihua Vuhong[/color][/i][/h1][sub][@Spoopy Scary][/sub][hr]


While Baron accepting her offer made, Baron must really want those undercover Agents. The whole display with his sniper conveyed his message [i]very[/i] well. Lihua didn't want any friendly fire incidents - at least, not when she can avoid it. "... I'll make the call." She acknowledged Baron's request. Lihua didn't like that she was playing into his game, but there was nothing to lose here - nothing she could lose, at least. Right when Lihua turned back to request the distribution of the undercover Agents, Baron asked if there were any Agents out on the field combating the Fiends currently. Hm, Lihua turned sidways to Baron. "KINGFISHER Agents FALCON and NIGHTINGALE - whom I've just given some relevant information - are currently undergoing a mission in the Chinatown district." She crossed her arms, and leaned slightly up against her desk. "I... don't see why your partners should be barred from assisting."

Baron, before leaving, stated that he had a sniper and a tactician in his team. Grit being a sniper was clear as day given the sniper hanging off his back. Caesar's position was impossible to tell unless she was told beforehand. But it did tell her that she may have mistaken Baron for the "team leader". All signs were pointing at Baron, given how he was talking. Given what talking he [i]has[/i] done, Lihua got the impression that he wasn't too good of a talker. Baron absconded, with the files that Lihua gave him (and little did she now, the files she didn't), she nodded her head as a quiet way of saying goodbye... Until he poked his head back in and said that Baron Moreau wasn't his real name. Hm? Does that mean that the Director gave Lihua the [i]wrong information[/i], or that she was to refer to him by codename? Or was he just screwing with her? As she thought about it, she realized that she was (rather awkwardly) standing here with his compatriots. Putting a fist to her mouth to feign a cough, she acknowledged them, "It is great to meet both of you. I hope to work together in the future." She quickly took a few steps backwards and sat down on the computer chair, and put her headset back on. 

"Patch me through to the Director." Lihua spoke into the headset, speaking to an operator. Usually, the Director calls Lihua, but since the Dreadnaughts wanted to get to work right away....

After a few moments, the Director's voice could be heard through the headset. "Director Caryl speaking."

"This is Agent Vuhong speaking - I am requesting permission to disclose Undercover Agents to the Dreadnaughts."

"You may."

"Thank you, Director. Agent Vuhong out." With a simple press of her button, the call was complete.

On cue, Lihua turned the chair back towards her computer and began typing away with lightning fast fingers. It wasn't long before the printer slid out the first profile. Then the next one, then the next one... and so on. She quickly grabbed an empty folder from her desk's cabinet, and placed them all together neatly into one large file for the famed Dreadnaughts to read. She handed it to Isiah with both hands. "Here you go." She said, "Now, I have much work to do. If you need anything else, you know who to call."