[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 -> Briefing Room[/center][hr]
	Andrew had basically decided to ignore Watts as much as possible. The guy always was able to get under his skin no matter how hard he tried not to let him. He was almost positive that Watts could figure out what was wrong, he was a genius after all and didn't care too much about letting everyone else know it. As far as he knew, Watts loved rubbing it in everyone's faces about how he was the smartest person in the building or something, and he tended to run people over somewhat with his own ideas. Honestly to Andrew there didn't seem to be anything he could do to actually get respect from people in his chosen field of study, and he was learning that it was okay for the most part. Just on occasion it would get on his nerves.

	He had grabbed a few tools from the lab before he had left it, and made his way to the briefing room where everyone else was, and he virtually ignored those who were already in the room as he took a seat in a chair. Andrew pulled his suit out, as well as a pair of glasses that he was able to use as magnifying glasses essentially and put them on, before he set to work trying to fix the suit real quick so that there hopefully weren't going to be anymore problems with it. It would be easier to work on it when the suit was full size, but this way it took up a lot less space.

[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 -> Briefing Room[/center][hr]
	Sapphire rolled her eyes slightly, hearing the announcement about needing to go on a mission of sorts. She never did much to hide her distaste for the new CEO, or effectively, their new boss. Something always seemed off about the woman, and she had less of a reason to trust her since for some reason the woman didn't seem to care about finding her predecessors killer. Even though she could be considered a potential target for whoever had killed Snow. Nothing about the woman added up, not to mention she definitely wasn't as laid back about everything as Harrison had been, which annoyed her even more.

	Rolling her eyes slightly at Allannah when she had mentioned killing people. Of course she'd want to kill someone, perhaps she needed a reminder that they were "superheroes" and not mercenaries. [color=A4FFFC]"I seriously doubt we're killing anyone considering that isn't a part of our job unless it can't be helped. So I'm guessing it's more of something really simple given the fact that we have several newer people on the team now,"[/color] she said, her eyes darting around the room slightly. Gambit and Rogue were off to the side somewhat, leaning up against the wall, while Psylocke was sitting in a chair with her feet propped up on the table.

	[color=00AB12]"Ms. Clarke definitely has the right idea, as does Mr. Martin,"[/color] a woman's voice said, from the doorway, and in walked [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/de/06/6ede069a3de4b85c1a8ce428b37a5dea.jpg]Rae Gardner[/url] the newly appointed CEO of Serval Industries.

	[color=A4FFFC]"Figured,"[/color] Sapphire mumbled with an eye roll at the woman.

	[color=00AB12]"Your job is a rather simple one, and hopefully will have no surprises. This is mainly to see if all of you can work somewhat well together in a very simple setting. Serval Industries is holding a party of sorts in order to raise money for charity, and several powerful and rich individuals will be there, so it is your job to act as security and ensure that no fights erupt if necessary."[/color]

	[color=303DFF]"...Is Hank Pym going to be there?"[/color] Andrew spoke up, glancing over at her.

	[color=00AB12]"Yes."[/color]

	[color=303DFF]"...And Tony Stark?"[/color]

	[color=00AB12]"Of course, is that going to be a problem?"[/color]

	[color=303DFF]"...No, just not too thrilled at the idea of being in a room with two people who hate my guts and probably partially wish I was dead..."[/color] he muttered, before going back to work.

	[color=00AB12]"I see, well it might be in your best interest then to avoid them at all cost. Though there will be a lot of individuals attending, so I do not see the odds being favorable to you running into them. The party is set to begin in another 2 hours or so, I will see you then, though I suggest you all be ready beforehand. As some of our guests might arrive early,"[/color] she said, before she walked right out of the room.

	[color=A4FFFC]"Great, so we are supposed to act as security for a bunch of rich people in 2 hours... Why didn't she tell us this sort of thing this morning or something? Strange to me,"[/color] Sapphire muttered, shaking her head at the idea.