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Velma exited her personal aircraft walking down the steps to a waiting Van that had completely blacked out windows like the sort used to transport people under witness protection only in this case was meant to prevent the passenger from seeing where she was being taken. Inside sat a nice looking young man with the type of neck usually only found on a rugby player and matching shoulders and chest. Beside him saw a middle aged female agent with short cropped black hair and piercing blue eyes who she assumed was Ms. Lancer a special agent whom she’d chatted with briefly on the phone. 

[b]”Greetings Dame Marberry welcome to America I am Agent Lancer and this is Agent Argile please have a seat”[/b] said the posh agent motioning to what Velma thought was called a captain’s chair (Bucket seat on a pivot)

Climbing in to the heavy looking seat which she couldn’t help notice looked like a BDSM toy that though concealed held several restraint points to secure whoever sat in it so they could not move the young mutant took her place.

[color=1f44b6]”A pleasure to meet you Agent Lancer, Agent Argile; please feel free to call me Velma’[/color] she said in a soft almost puring tone a smile displaying her relaxed nature

The effect was subdued but Velma could see the two Agents relax a bit as her gray green eyes took in her surroundings.

Agent Lancer smiled like a tame panther her blue eyes sweeping Velma for any hidden devices or weapons as a force of habit as she asked politely about her trip across the Atlantic which Vel told her was uneventful as the two women began the arcane verbal dance of feeling the other out with compliment and inquiry. Agent Argile as his type was expected sat in silence his muscles relaxed but his opalene colored eyes void of emotional expression studying her and watching for any hint of reaction to the conversation; they were good these two agents.

[color=1f44b6]”I was curious when my government handlers asked me to lend my services to your project but they were shall we say evasive on the real details. I don’t suppose you’d care to fill me in?”[/color] she asked changing the subject from polite to business 

[b]”Well we are trying to develop a team of people with special talents to deal with others with special talents or organizations that seek to abuse their power and harm the public. 

We already have a few recruits but none of them have been practicing their abilities nearly as long as you have Velma and we were hoping including you and perhaps a few others from Allied nations we might develop a team able to pursue those socially aberrant types where ever they might go.”[/b] answered Agent Lancer giving little or no indication she was lying but only a hint that she might not be telling the full story.

The trip went on like this for another hour till the van stopped and the Door opened and the harsh smell of concrete invaded Velma’s senses and the glaring fluorescent lighting made her skin tingle as her biology was repulsed by its artificial flavor.

Then came the obligatory meetings with others of the project who were important enough to demand an audience with her; a pattern she’d experienced working on the UN relief programs and still managed to remain her calm. She eventually gained a bit of reprieve by expressing a need to refresh and feed herself and after a nice shower and change of clothes she went in search of food.

This brought her to a cafeteria that already seemed busy feeding others the sign declaring it Italian so she went in and ordered Osso buco (veal shank) and a bit of Falsomargo (Roast beef with a stuffing of prosciutto, cheese, and sausage) refusing any offer of dishes with fresh veggies.

It was easy for her to pick out those with abilities around her by how those Velma thought as normals kept an eye on them as she took a seat imagining that the stares she received had less to do with her being a mutant and more her food choices or looks as she took a seat and sampled an American Sweet tea.
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