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Jesse was focusing all of her senses on a simple shoe box that held metal filings and twelve stainless steel disks. She was practicing Precision spatial awareness as she had been taught by her handlers careful not to surrender to her swirling emotional state.

It wasn't a difficult thing to control but an issue uncommon to her. She'd never cared what the Squints or Handlers thought of her or the rest of humanity. But here she was struggling with urges that her training never prepared her for and though she'd suppressed it knew it must soon be addressed.

When her comms band chirped Jess was so edgy she nearly fried it with a localized pinpoint micro-EMP. It then demanded her presence along with her fellow meta and it's urgency signaled a scramble so she grabbed a laptop bag she'd converted into mission bag with 12 zip cuffs, a medium first aid kit and light but strong nylon and metal fiber net (6.5'x3').

Her new pink flight suit glowed glossily in the lights of the assembly area. She knew she should be in the League's colors but couldn't help but equate it with an ugly bridesmaid dress. Sure she knew it was all just in her head but she didn't want the distraction in a mission.

Tia again assigned her a groundling to work with and there wasn't time to familiarize Pixie with the duo rig which meant mobility limitations.

Then just as she was about to make introduction they were all teleported.

~Dam it's Scrambled Eggs~ thinks Drifter as she locks on every scrap of iron based metal within 30 meters

[color=Tomato]"Bugger I hope you know your craft"[/color] says Jess as she weaves fine but strong metal fibers strategically into Pixie's garment.