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[sub][color=73A9C2][b]Barrage[/b][/color]
[color=slategray][b]Location:[/b] Conference Room → Hallway → Bathroom → Stairs
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Herself[/color][/sub][/center][hr]
[indent]The smell of kerosene, gas, and other toxic fumes. The sound of an engine deeply growling, some oil rhythmically dripping, and a hiss, a gentle hiss, of pneumatics. The touch of a shifter, soaking up the cooling energy of the metal, as the chrome gleams from the sunlight peering into the room. This. The thought of her working on her current project, with enhancements from her dear friend, Austin, was where her mind was at. 

Her workshop, her happy place. 

Out of sorts, Serenity Lavi was mentally elsewhere as the meeting proceeded. She was diligent, usually, but as their reputations went down the drain, so did her morale, at least for today. She stared blankly at her fiance as she watched his mouth move up and down. Those cold, distant glacier eyes of her's shifted from him to the stranger in the Watchtower. Her home. 

Her mind shifted from cars to the smell of peppermint, hair as white as snow, and skin that felt like wax. A older man with a tawny complexion, darker than her own, nods his head constantly, as if he understands the words being talked at him. He mulls over all the hardships he had to go through that led him to this point in his life. Stuck, in a nursing home, treated like a hospital patient, everyone just... waiting. Waiting for him to die. He who had nothing more to fight for, besides his last living relative. His sweet, strong, never-aging [i]wife[/i]. [b][color=#5f9ea0]"Tzeital..."[/color][/b] He manages to whisper at his granddaughter, who was more than alive, and yet he couldn't recognize her as anyone else but the woman he owed everything to. 

As everyone started to walk away, Nox taking his leave first, disappearing to do better things than think about a meeting that only achieved giving the party mixed feelings, Serenity shuffled behind them. She carefully watched as Taurus and Rush followed after their fearless leader, who too left the room. She would've listened in, but all she could hear was background noise. 

Slowly, she walked past Agent Hauser and their eyes met. He observed her with intrigue and curiosity. He didn't need to say anything, for Barrage to automatically have her guard up. How was she expected to let someone like him in? Someone who was here to quote help them unquote? The mechanic chose not to acknowledge the agent's silent salutation, because he was not welcomed — not to her, not to the team, not to anyone. He needed to earn her trust, just like everyone else had to. These agents left her fiance with no choice but to agree on their terms. As far as she was concerned, he wasn't worth trusting. 

The moment she passed him, exiting the door, his cologne slipped into her nose and without warning, her rosy glow that graced her cheeks disappeared in a matter of milliseconds. Her face turned gaunt, with little to no control on her part. Her stomach swelled and her left eye twitched, suddenly not feeling the best. Disregarding her teammates, and her fiance, she sped walked to the closest bathroom, but tried her best to hide the feeling written in her blue eyes. The next thing she knew, she was heaving into the toilet. The little food she ate this morning made a ruthless exit. 

Did she have the flu?

When was the last time she got so sick it made her puke? 

After a concerning amount of time, what felt like eternity, she picked herself up and went to wash her face, her lips, and inside her mouth. She hated being sick. After grabbing the hand towel off the rack and wiping it on her forehead and neck, her eyes closed while she did so, she decided she needed to go grocery shopping. Ginger ale, crackers, soup, and perhaps something sweet for Julia. 

The woman who was supposed to be an inspiration for women and little girls alike needed to move fast before her beloved knew something was wrong. She didn't need him to worry about her and right now he needed to be a leader. He needed to assure the team the days to come would only benefit them. 

...The Coalition needed hope more than ever now. 

Slipping out of the bathroom, noticing Nathaniel was still preoccupied with their colleagues, Serenity made her exit by taking the stairs.[/indent]