[hr][hr][center][h1][color=yellow]Bonnie Chase[/color][/h1][img]https://i.giphy.com/media/gxEPfN1RhP4m4/source.gif[/img][hr][color=yellow][b]Interacting With[/b][/color]: [@Nallore] Carolina and Cassandra Reed, October Crypt
[color=yellow][b]Location[/b][/color]: Quinjet ---> the Zephyr[/center][hr][hr]	Bonnie raised a bit of an eyebrow at the way Cassandra was coddling the two kids, until the woman added that Carolina was her sister. Her eyes widened slightly from understanding as she nodded. It would have been more professional for Agent Reed to excuse herself and allow other agents to mind the girls, but they were short staffed as it was. They needed to identify the 0-8-4 and then determine where to store it, or rather, if it would be best to destroy it. But with their current director, Bonnie would've been surprised if [i]anything[/i] was destroyed these days. Everyone had some sort of gimmick. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Nothing more invasive than the creation of a genetic profile, yes,"[/color] October muttered as the pale girl took a seat next to Carolina. Bonnie took a seat opposite the three of them, allowing her to watch the girls and get an idea for them. As much as she knew Cassandra wouldn't want to think ill of her sister, it didn't look very good for them. They had been found in the woods, near an 0-8-4, right after a rampage of enhanced teens. 

	Bonnie continued to work through the reports on her tablet during the short flight to the Zephyr. More and more reports were coming in, but they were lacking in the credibility that the ones earlier had. It now looked like the entire town was spooked and all sorts of criminals were taking advantage of it. Add in general paranoia, of course, and it was complete madness. Everyone seemed to be convinced that a telepath was lurking around the corner, that the Hulk was inside the basement, and that even Captain America had gone rogue and streaked past the window. 

	[color=yellow]"The nutters are out,"[/color] Bonnie sighed, looking up at her partner. [color=yellow]"This won't look good for Xavier if this gets out to the press...The school's struggling as it is."[/color] 

	Of course, it was also fortunate that the school was struggling. The public didn't know much about mutants or inhumans, with S.H.I.E.L.D. covering up as much as they could. Small deviances were common and accepted, just a part of the world they lived in. But the larger abilities, the ones that qualified people for the Avengers? Those usually painted a target on people's backs, inspiring hatred and fear. The world didn't know much about mutants [i]or[/i] inhumans, with some people not even believing that they existed. And that was the way S.H.I.E.L.D. preferred it. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Charles Xavier?"[/color] October inquired, leaning forward slightly in interest. 

	Bonnie nodded, her eyebrows furrowing. She got the same vibe from October that Cassandra did and she couldn't quite understand how the girl knew about Xavier. He was famous for his work with genetics, but not many knew about his school for the gifted. Just who was the girl?
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=fdc68a]October Crypt[/color][/h1][img]https://s14.postimg.org/fqwxj3nld/october1.gif[/img][hr][color=fdc68a][b]Interacting With[/b][/color]: [@Nallore] Carolina and Cassandra Reed, Bonnie Chase
[color=fdc68a][b]Location[/b][/color]: Quinjet ---> the Zephyr[/center][hr][hr]	[color=fdc68a]"My grandparents were biologists and quite fond of his work,"[/color] October explained, thinking back on her time with the Smiths. They were wretched people and relations that she hardly held dear. She was just as happy to be rid of them as they were to be rid of her. It would've been much better if she had been placed with another Crypt early on, yet life doesn't always work out the way we would like it to. She concentrated on her breathing for the rest of the ride as Bonnie continued to work, trying her best to keep the temperature of her hands from skyrocketing. 

	But of course, the impending blood test and the lack of escape routes prevented her from staying calm. She could set the jet on fire, but what good would that do? She and Carolina would have no method of escape. She could create fire, but her control was not so fine as to use it to fly. She knew it was possible, but at the moment, it was improbable. But that caught her notice and she smiled slightly, thinking to herself [i][color=fdc68a]I should believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast.[/color][/i]

	A spark of confidence developed in her as the quinjet docked to the Zephyr, with the agents escorting October and Carolina off of the jet, Bonnie and Cassandra among them. October gave Carolina's hand a quick squeeze, managing to control the heat and keeping her hand from burning her roommate. There was a look in her eye that suggested that she had a plan, but truthfully, she didn't. 

	She would figure a way to get them out of this mess, yes. But she'd have to make it up as she went.