[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 - Quinjet floor
[color=Orange][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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[color=orange]"Shoot you... in the back?"[/color] Michelle reiterated quietly, perplexed. Why would she shoot her own colleagues? It was as if she'd used her powers on her already, the Cass she knew wouldn't have put it so coldly to her. It was tough for her to imagine, even if she was from a different reality, that Agent Reed wouldn't have known her own Agent Diggby that she went on adventures with for the good of Mutant-kind, did she not remember the Academy where they first met? Their travels together? Their stake-outs? Their nights off? Surely a Michelle had been there in one capacity or another.

Wolverine spoke up, interrupting Michelle's train of thought and making light of her predicament. She sat up for a better view and wondered if he had his healing factor stripped of him and was frozen to the floor the Hulk was soon going to rend asunder he might better appreciate her panic. Michelle was calm though, all she just had to remind Agent Reed that she would of course help them and she'd be free, resolving her number one problem, except that Agent Bautista had other ideas. Michelle protested at first, but gave up shortly there after as without her legs free she couldn't escape. Without her arms to support her weight against her coiled legs, she laid twisted on one shoulder, cheek pressed to the cold cabin floor, staring at the cockpit siding. [color=orange][i]Fuck.[/i][/color]

[color=orange]"Seems like [b]your[/b] team doesn't want my help, Cass. Thanks for helping me with the Auto-pilot."[/color] Michelle stated morosely.