[hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190502/252bf1917dc0a391d2fe763836799e96.png[/img][hr][@eclecticwitch][@FailingForward][@Nallore][@FantasyChic][@Morose][/center][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=303DFF]Andrew Rossi[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://em.wattpad.com/84fd86f5b6b8d7a3d61c7001ec8bb8fb3a8e8ebf/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f423273395a363343797a326139413d3d2d35372e313438653431356563656464636332663732323336363336303833332e676966?s=fit&w=720&h=720[/img][/center][hr][center][color=303DFF][b]Location:[/b][/color] Serval Industries Engineering Lab[/center][hr]
	Andrew had been doing fairly well over all about things, but something about the way Watts had spoken to him hit a bit of a nerve with him. For most of his life, he'd had people all his life tell him what to do, or that he wasn't smart enough to build something. That had been his life during his later years at the university, and then later on when he was at Pym Tech. It was something he was used to, especially considering the fact that Watts kind of acted that way all the time, but still. 

	[color=303DFF]"...Thanks, I'll see about fixing it later..."[/color] he said, and Watts would be able to easily tell that his words seemed to have hit Andrew fairly hard. He pushed a button and the suit shrunk down enough that it was able to fit inside of his pocket and he picked it up. [color=303DFF]"Once again, it isn't my birthday, but feel free to have the cupcakes, I don't exactly feel like having any more,"[/color] Andrew said, before he walked away, slipping his suit into his pocket.

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=A4FFFC]Demetria Clarke[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://i.ibb.co/NYSkR7w/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f7349746c6e5f624d526e6f2d34773d3d2d3235312e313462346337326337326662333365333636353835373434333136342e676966-s-fit-w-720-h-720.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=A4FFFC][b]Location:[/b][/color] Main common area[/center][hr]
	[color=A4FFFC]"...Don't call me Demetria,"[/color] she mumbled slightly, almost like she flinched when someone used her given name. She didn't care much for her name at all. [color=A4FFFC]"I'd be doing a whole lot better if we were actually doing something... I mean Snow was killed weeks ago, and no one is doing a damn thing about it, and we're basically stuck here doing absolutely nothing!"[/color]

	[color=A4FFFC]"You are absolutely right, well, I think you more of meant, why aren't we making those who are responsible pay for what they did,"[/color] Sapphire said, looking over at Alannah, [color=A4FFFC]"Doesn't seem like anyone else seems to care about what happened! Oh no, the newbie whose in control of everything here at Serval definitely doesn't, she got a big pay raise and promotion! So why would she care?"[/color]

	With that, there was the crackling of an intercom system of sorts, and a voice spoke out loud. [i]"Would the members of X-Factor please come to the main briefing room please, there is an assignment for you."[/i]

	[color=A4FFFC]"Ironically when we were talking about doing nothing,"[/color] she said as she got up from her chair and left the room.