[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]: the Zephyr (Engine Room)[/center][hr][hr]	[color=yellow]"Shit,"[/color] Bonnie said, sighing a bit at the news. She grimaced as she glanced back towards the guard stationed, before pulling out her icer and heading with Cassandra to the engine room. Her husband had been killed because of an enhanced individual, causing Bonnie to be a bit wary around them. But that wasn't why she swore. She knew how much pain and heartache this entire process could take. It could tear a family apart, if Cassandra put Carolina on the gifted index and tagged her. 

	Had Cassandra not been her friend, Bonnie may not have done what she said next. [color=yellow]"I'll report a negative result. That test never happened and neither did this conversation,"[/color] Bonnie said quietly, as they reached the engine room. 

	The place was, to say the very least, a mess. Wires had been cut, levers thrown into the incorrect position, and smoke hung in the air, making it hard to see. The machinery was sparking, bits of electricity flying left and right. Bonnie bit her lip before looking over towards Cassandra. She then turned on her radio, changing the frequency to Coulson's private channel, as to not advertise her words to the entire plane. 

	[color=yellow]"The Zephyr is compromised,"[/color] Bonnie said quietly. [color=yellow]"There's a mole onboard."[/color]
[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]: the Zephyr (Locked Area)[/center][hr][hr]	October nodded, crouching down on the floor for a moment. She closed her eyes as she visualized where in the aircraft they were. The Zephyr, from what she could recall, had the labs placed practically in the holding bay area, meaning that it wasn't too deep inside of the aircraft itself. Conjuring up a ball of flame in her hand, October began to shake and tremble as the flame became brighter and hotter, quickly turning blue and then white. 

	Sweat poured down October's forehead, but she was smiling all the same. The ground in front of her had begun to melt slowly, with October's flame reaching a temperature of approximately eight thousand degrees Fahrenheit. She then stood up and approached the door, holding her hand over the knob. It took everything she had to maintain, attempting to burn the titanium that composed the craft and thus the door, causing it to melt away. She was panting heavily by the time she stopped, entirely drained out. But the knob itself was a melted mess, the lock in the door entirely useless. 

	[color=fdc68a]"We escape,"[/color] October said simply, staggering a bit to the ground. It was clear that it had taken everything she had to maintain that flame, with October entirely drenched in sweat. [color=fdc68a]"Carolina...Is there any water in here? Water sounds...nice..."[/color]