[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
[color=Orange][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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Them. Them. Them. Them.

Michelle quickly picked up on what Tinley was putting down as Kingston on his own, did not a "them" make. She was low on options. Her power was only going to make things more complicated, a complete stranger was just as dangerous to them as she was, and how on Earth could she explain how she got there, there wasn't supposed to be another soul around for miles. She couldn't fight them obviously, they'd already managed to complete restrain her once today, and so only options were try to diplomacy harder (not a strong suit), run (to where?) or accept her fate.

A fate many seemed reluctant to indulge themselves in, despite the go ahead. Most seemed content with just getting the fuck out of this hellhole. Novikova, Cass and Smith had missed their opportunity and the Sorceress seemed to be concetrated on the portal. Bautista was more conflicted about all this than she was herself and certainly wouldn't be like her to go round switching off the lights on someone elses hunch. The Banners had spent the last 10 years or so avoiding conflict and Michelle doubted either would start now if they could avoid it, leaving only Madame Abercrombie and Monsieur Howlett. It certainly wasn't too late to get knocked the fuck out by her but perhaps Michelle had misinterpreted what was meant by "them".

Either way she wasn't having anyone dig around in her ear or under her blouse for communication devices and so she  ditched her radio and ear piece. Slipping a hand down her top, Michelle retrieved her mobile phone from her bra. She inspected it, letting it tumble and spin between her fingers before flicking it on to the pile. [color=orange]Hmm[/color]. Neither was she going to allow even her travel squeezebox end up in the Atlantic, grabbing the awkward case out of the hold.

She decended the rest of the ramp, lugging the large leather case in one hand, diary in the other and stepped out into the harsh sunlight. The cold wind from the portal whipped out, thrashing its icy tentacles at anything it could get a grip of, which was very refreshing in small doses but less so in larger ones. 

Michelle strode confidently towards Agent Abercrombie, confident she still didn't know what to say to improve the outcome.

She sighed, closing her eyes, [color=orange]"Lets get this over with."[/color]