[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=FF8CBD]Tinley Abercrombie[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][hr][b][color=FF8CBD]Location:[/color][/b] SHIELD Headquarters
[b][color=FF8CBD]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

[b][i]Three Months Ago[/i][/b]

"Tinley, sweetie..."

Tinley scoffed over the phone. [color=FF8CBD]"Forget it, father. I'm sorry I asked."[/color] She could hear his breath over the phone, as if he was trying to think of what to say. She heard it all before. Her father had never been supportive of her decisions and goals. This was no different. "I mean what do you expect from me darling? You had such a bright future ahead of you." Tinley fought off the urge to scoff again. Future? What future? [color=FF8CBD]"You mean a future with your company? A future where I get by based on being the boss' daughter?"[/color] Her father sighed, "You know I did not mean that. You are smart. Determined. Any company would be happy to have you. Your mother..."

Tinley cut him off immediately. [color=FF8CBD]"Leave her out of this. She has always been supportive of dreams."[/color] She let the intensity of the statement linger before she continued. [color=FF8CBD]"How is she?"[/color] Her father held a moment, as well. "She's doing better." Which was code for "she hasn't got much time left." As if Tinley didn't feel guilty enough being across the ocean from them, her father loved to bring it up every so often. "I just don't trust SHIELD. There is no information about them anywhere." [color=FF8CBD]"That's why I like them."[/color]

Her father could sense a losing battle. "Do what you must, but always know I have a place for you should you decide to stop." However, Tinley knew there would be no stopping. She was here for a reason. [color=FF8CBD]"Not likely."[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=FF8CBD]Tinley Abercrombie[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://data.whicdn.com/images/279028500/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=FF8CBD]Location:[/color][/b] Sci-Tech Building 4 - Phase Three HQ: Medical Ward
[b][color=FF8CBD]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

Tinley heard the voices and she wanted them all to stop. Her head pounded with each revirb. She opened her eyes a bit, letting the blurriness subside before she sat up in the bed she was in. She looked around to see others in the room with her. Some she recognized, others she did not.

Before she could escape from whatever this hellhole was, Fury walked in. It seemed the lucky few that were here had survived Phase Three. She had volunteered for this, knowing the risks and rewards. It was an interesting process; one she is sure she will recall eventually. As it stood, she barely remembered what happened.

But she was here. She was alive. And she wanted to be anywhere else. The others seemed cheerful and she wanted to drive a nail through their skulls. [color=FF8CBD]"Can we just get on with it?"[/color]