[h1][b][i][color=Orange][center]Michelle Diggby[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=Orange][b]Location[/b][/color]: Human Resistance HQ: New York City, New York. -> The Palace Grounds [color=orange](D2)[/color]
[color=Orange][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Identity Oscuration, Driving[/center]
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It was decided, she was going to search the castle with Cornish, Abercrombie and Bautista for the source of all this madness. It was a job like any other, breaking and entering a secure facility grab the unknown objective and leave. Her team was a complete stranger who was going to guide us to the unknown person/item and her recently promoted newbie teammate who had absolutely zero trust in her. All she could rely on was Bautista who still seemed pretty traumatised, she had a car ride to pull herself together. 

Michelle scooped up the car keys. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Z1h2VE0hzs]"Vroom vroom."[/url] 

Michelle had always found driving relaxing, much like her accordion, a car was an instrument and through practice it would become simply an extension of oneself. Pedals and switches, pistons and crankshafts, hydraulics and pneumatics. Physical, moving parts. This was her element. Slam the clutch, shift the gear, feel the ratios transmit more velocity to the rear wheels as you release. Live the oversteer. Give in to the Gs. This however was not going to be relaxing trip for anyone else. Michelle gunned it, only screeching to a halt at the gates of the palace on the North West side. Michelle effortlessly activated her power,  tucking her sunglasses into her fringe and flashing her Red Guard insignia.

[color=orange]"We're under attack, let us fucking through!"[/color] Michelle commanded, paying to no notice to the guard's friendly small talk.

The gate opening was painfully slow, Michelle revved the engine impatiently. Gate finally up, Michelle replaced her glasses on her little nose and saluted the guard before stamping on the accelerator. She teared down the road, but did slow down a little to reverse into a space. Michelle killed the engine and, for a moment, the interior of the car was serene. Michelle tucked the insignia back into her bra,

[color=orange]"Thats not going to work for the next security checkpoint. So whats the plan?"[/color]