[h1][b][i][color=Orange][center]Michelle Diggby[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=Orange][b]Location[/b][/color]: Red Guard Mobile Unit - Sydney, Australia
[color=Orange][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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Michelle wasn't going to argue with Mystique's decision, it was a understandable set of sensible choices. If Mystique didn't feel the need to put herself on the ground team, Michelle didn't need to be there either. They were cast from the same die, stealthy characters, and while they could both reintroduce themselves to Lance and Banner as many times as need be, if a fight were to break out both of them would be better off not thrusted immediately into the fray. They were both, in Michelle's opinion, better suited to step in during the confusion to bag and tag the objective. 

This is how Michelle satisfied her neurosis, the truth behind her faith in the plan was she looked up to Mystique too much. On TV, reading about her with Daddy in the paper, research projects through out school and lectures through out boot camp, Agent Darkholme had been an ever present figure in her life ever since she was a little mutant. Michelle was inspired most by her uncompromising, unapologetic nature, especially when it came to her mutantity.

As the other sub team filed out of the jet Michelle took advantage of the quiet cabin, setting her diary down in the seat adjecent, unfolding her legs and stretching in her seat, something about flights made her back stiff. The Inhuman and her partner in crime returned looking appropriately chewed out, but they'd regained their composer after a quiet computer search or two. Michelle was surprised though that Agent Reed wanted a drink so soon, considering last time. Classic Cassandra.

Michelle laughed, [color=orange]"How could we not celebrate the catch of the century?"[/color]