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[color=00a651][b][u]Velma[/u][/b][/color][/center][hr]
Velma Flew along in her [url=http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnnnext/dam/assets/140826180701-03-future-of-travel-horizontal-large-gallery.jpg]Private Jet[/url] which had been a gift from one of the Sheiks of the Gulf area when she and the relief team had come in after the coasts in that area had suffer a Tsunami. He had said it was the least he could do for the woman who had single handedly kept his people fed and no matter how she protested he won in the end and she was stuck with the expensive toy and she felt guilty everytime she used it.

As she recalled once more her invitation she wondered why she’d accepted. 

[i]Hello. If you are hearing this message, then congrats! You have been chosen! For what, I’m glad you asked! You see, while those who wish to become a “hero” are required by law to spend at least one year in this school, you have been chosen to join a team to be trained by one of the greatest teams of heroes! 

This training will be to get you ready to face some of the greatest threats to the world. While the other students are being trained to deal with low level threats such as bank robberies and terrorist, [color=yellow]you will be trained to handle global threats.[/color] 

So, if you are interested in this training, then show up at room AR71665 on orientation day. You will receive further information there.

Good luck, and welcome to the team![/i]

It was the Global threat that had won her interest; she and her family had long ago even before they had gained the meta-marker in their genetic pool served the Crown as defenders of the realm then as the world became the global community it was today protectors of mankind. 
This stage of her family was represented by she and it had all begun in the dark days of WW1 when her great-great grandfather Lord Victor Marberry aka. Skymaster (died in the Battle of Britain 1939)  had revealed his power at the Battle of the Marne and thrown back the forces of Harry the Hun. Next was her great uncle Lord Samson Marberry aka. Photon (N/A) who fought the Ubermensch to a drawn and prevented the destruction of the Landing forces at Normandy. Then grandfather Lord Alfred Marberry aka. Dream Master (still living retired due to injuries) and after him her mother Dame Cynthia Marberry aka Nera (died in the line of duty); Velma’s was a long and historied family and those born into power marked to burn out quickly.

Like Nick Romano said in; Knock on any Door, her unofficial family motto was “Live fast, die young and have a good-looking corpse!” 

So it was when offered a chance to expand on the possibilities of danger in her life Velma accepted much to the lament of the UN’s disaster relief organization who had drug their feet to long even thinking she was caterer and florist to their charity functions that were more about perception than action Gaia responded.

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[center][h1]Arrival[/h1][/center]

The elegant Raffel Do R-20 private jet looked out of place landing as it did at a municipal airport mostly used by the single engine props of pleasure fliers but she was more than suited designed as she was to land even on grass strips and rough packed earth. 

With a whisper she slid into a parking spot not even removing her engines from idle as three Black SUVs cruise to a stop near the lowering steps and cargo hatches. The exchange from air to ground went smoothly showing that the service she’d hired was worth their exorbitant cost and the transition from obvious to concealed also well done showing that the men and women involved had extensive military training.

Gone was all the pretense of her SUV Motorcade driving off to an exclusive hotel in the mountains known for their Hotsprings in an effort to shake any of SINN’s journalists or their lower ranked cousins and independants. Velma was riding in a Minivan with tinted rear her two escorts and guides to her eventual destination looking like Suburban Soccer Moms out and about for the day.  Velma spent the trip marveling at the interior of the Minivan realising that she couldn’t tell how they’d up-armored it but the sounds the little machine made told her it was a bit overweight for its type.

Finally after 47 minutes of navigating from the opposite side of the city the little Minivan arrived at the School the doors to the vehicle opened and out she stepped ready to see if she could measure up to becoming a protector of the realm.

She was casually dressed in cleaned and pressed khakis as if she were on safari all that was missing was a pith helmet and large rifle. Rather than wear dainty heels or other elegant footwear she was wearing Italian made bush boots that came to just below her knees the laces perfectly even and the bows that held them symmetrical. Her gold hair was held in a high-mounted ponytail her face as usual photogenic even with the light touch of makeup she used her complexion seeming to hold a hidden glow which is the side effect of her ability especially in sunlight.

On her Back was a beaten leather backpack adorned by signatures and several medals awarded by various world powers for the ultimate act of herosim; following her like two loyal dogs were two pieces of [url=https://www.flyertalk.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/robot-suitcase-1000x600.jpg]robotic luggage[/url] as she headed towards the building entrance.