[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=E5D0FF][center]Elara Wessex
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[center][color=E5D0FF][b]Location:[/b][/color] Serval Industries HQ, From Conference Room to Hangar Bay
[color=E5D0FF][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Elara kept quiet as the emotionless woman asked questions about the mission. She couldn't help but continue to observe her colleagues as Gardner and Psylocke answered them. A young woman sitting nearby caught her attention. She held a notebook in her hand. It was filled with scribbles, doodles, and what looked like honest to god witchcraft. What kind of abilities was she bringing to the table?

A late arrival caught her attention as well. He was the only other person in the room with a mask and costume besides her. She hadn't even put her mask on, either. This guy was more paranoid than she was. Maybe that was a good thing. He looked nervous as he asked Psylocke and Gardner if the rogue group posed any potential threat to their safety. Was this his first mission, too? 

Pyslocke assured the group that no real harm would come to them, and with that said she headed towards the door. Elara followed the small group through the halls and to the hanger bay. She hadn't been back here since the tour of the grounds, but it still awed her to see a room so large and full of expensive tech.

Psylocke described the second jet as small and not as nice as the first, but as Eli boarded the jet she thought differently. If [i]this[/i] was the small, shitty jet, then she really wanted to see the nicer one. These superheroes were given everything they needed, and then some.

Elara sat down in the nearest seat, beginning to feel a little nervous about the flight. Especially after Psylocke had mentioned "crashing down in a fireball." She had only flown in planes before her accident, and then the one plane ride it took to get to Virginia. While planes were nothing like riding in cars, they were basically the same. How could Eli trust that nothing like that would happen?

She absentmindedly rubbed the spot on the back of her neck, her fingers tracing over the scar. When she realized what she was doing, she pulled her hand away and attempted to clear her thoughts. She needed to focus on her first mission. Her fears weren't going to stop her today. Her jaw clenched as the jet began firing up, but she steeled her nerves. Slowly pulling her mask from her pocket, Elara tied the ribbon behind her head and secured the lace to her face. She was ready to get to work.