[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b784a7]Carolina Tamayo Camacho[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.nbcsandiego.com/images/653*367/michellerodriguez.jpg[/img][hr][hr][b][color=b784a7]Location:[/color][/b] Building in New York 
[b][color=b784a7]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][b][color=b784a7]Personality Traits:[/color][/b] Loyal * [u]Harsh[/u] * Unwavering * Grumpy * Helpful * [u]Sullen[/u][hr][/center]

	Maya was at her regular training spot, deep within the Amazon. Well-hidden and secluded. Away from any prying eyes. Here she was free to unleash her powers and true capabilities as well as work on developing new facets of her piezokinesis. Only the various flora and fauna bore witness to what she could do. And they would never betray her. For in this day and age people like her were feared, scorned and even hunted like some rare specimens to be experiment on.

	Carolina took a deep breath, extended her right hand and exhaled. From another's perspective it would appear as if she was just standing there in the forest with her hand raised at chest level. But only seconds later they would be shocked to see one of the more distant trees shake violently. It would be only natural since they couldn't see the pressure wave she'd just sent towards that tree. At thirty-seven Caro was already pretty versed with her powers. Especially when using them in close quarters combat to enhance her punches, kicks, holds and almost anything really. By this point she had integrated her piezokinesis with all her combat skills. However she was still working to improve on her more long-ranged techniques. Oh, they were powerful enough. It was precision she was working on at the moment.

	As she was raising her hand for another try, her sat phone vibrated in the pocket of her cargo pants. The wilderness guide sighed, lowered her hand and fished the phone out of her pocket. Few people had this number and if they were calling her on it, it wasn't for anything good.

	[color=b784a7]"Sí!"[/color] She answered gruffly. Then closed her eyes and struggled to get her frustration with the caller under control as she listened. But instead of calming down, her features rearranged in an even more irritated expression. [color=b784a7]"I don't know where you got this number from, Miss MacTaggert or how you knew about me. I don't know you and I don't appreciate you calling on me like this! Now, since I can understand your friend's plight, I'll listen. But make no mistake! I don't trust you just because you say you're working with the CIA. On the contrary. It makes me even more wary."[/color]

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	Carolina stood a few steps behind Moira as the man, who appeared to be in his forties, arrived with a young woman in tow. Maya observed them as Moira made the introductions. The man, Erik, seemed polite and jovial enough. He acknowledged them both and suggested they went inside to do their business. And while he appeared cordial enough there was just something about him that made the fine hairs on Maya's body stand at attention. It wasn't that she was particularly biased against men. It was just that in her life and with her experience she'd learned to be a little more sensitive towards them. To read them better. And this man... This man that looked polite and friendly on the outside, felt cold and calculating on the inside to her. If there was one thing she tried to teach the kids at the orphanage she'd grown up in, it was that thick skin could protect you from all the shit thrown your way, but a stone heart would only kill you from the inside little by little.

	And his companion. Well... French was not among the languages she spoke, but it was close enough to Spanish for Carolina to catch that last, little nasty word the girl had muttered. The kid was ill-mannered and plain rude! While she could understand her frustration with Moira not offering to shake her hand as well, that was no way to react. It was childish and petty. [i]Well, she's young still. With guidance she could learn to outgrow it.[/i] Caro mused. [i]But somehow I don't think that man is the right person to do it.[/i] Maya hoped this was not the best Moira's Charles had to offer. Because if it was, she wasn't impressed. Not one bit!