[h2] [center] [color=FF1493] Erin Dawson - AKA "Pixie" [/color] [/center] [/h2]

Erin Dawson bumped along the road in the passenger seat of the black SUV, humming along to her phone's playlist of Justin Timberlake songs. She glanced to the government agent that sat in the driver's seat beside her.[color=ec008c] "So how far is this place?"
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"Far enough to be obscure and safe from civilian activity." He responded, curtly. If she was honest, Erin was surprised by this whole ordeal. She hadn't expected a low-profile government escort to the League HQ. She had honestly expected something along the lines of being bound and blindfolded and forced into the back of an inconspicuous black van. Much to her liking, that had not been the case. 


About five minutes later, a massive compound came into view. [color=ec008c]"Whoah."[/color] Erin said, her jaw dropping. She suddenly had a sick feeling in her stomach. [color=ec008c]"If I faked a fever, would you take me back home?"[/color] She looked back at the agent.

"I'm afraid that decision is not up to me." He said. 

As they SUV was granted access, they drove towards a tall, six story building. When the vehicle slowed to a halt, Erin climbed to the ground, going around to the trunk to retrieve her suitcase. She opened the hatch, but the suitcase was just out of her reach. Promptly, the agent reached in with his long arms and handed her the bag.

As she moved towards the building, the agent silently got into the car and drove away. Erin swallowed a nervous shudder, but continued into the large building. She walked through the hallways, but she quickly realized that she'd forgotten the agent's instructions. 

She turned into another hallway and saw a guy with glasses, holding what looked like a space blaster from Star Trek. She met eyes with him and froze. [color=ec008c]"I... um... I'm looking for..."[/color] She stopped, forgetting the woman's name. She reached to the sleeve of her long, white t-shirt. She saw that the ink she'd use to write the name had smeared into her sleeve, but she could still make out the words, "Tia Clark." She let her sleeve fall back to her wrist and looked up at the man. [color=ec008c]"I'm looking for Tia Clark... I'm a new superhero, I guess... Pixie, if you'd like."[/color]

She desperately hoped he didn't look at her and laugh. Her staggering height of 4'11", bright blue "Doctor Who" backpack, and red-panda t-shirt didn't exactly scream "Stop, evildoers!" 

[@King Tai]