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Jamie made a pouting face when Rumi slapped her hand but backed away anyways. The hologram had looked [i]so cool[/i], and she had only wanted to touch it! Even though she couldn't. Something about bio-mets. So unfair! But maybe she could get him to let her touch it later...? So distracted by this train of thought, Jamie missed the rest of their conversation, staring off into space and thinking about how she could get Rumi to let her touch it instead. Maybe she could seduce him...? Yes. Seduction was always the answer. And Rumi wouldn't be too bad if she was being honest. As stuck in her rambling thoughts as she was, she only picked up a couple of important things- Gugliano, Sam's Fish Market, control, Leftover- that kind of thing. She would piece it together later, in all likelihoods. Plus, it didn't really matter, did it? All she had to do was hold out her hands and blast. 

Her attention was fully drawn back to the present when Rumi put on his Batman suit. Jamie watched in awe as the machines busied about, making whirring sounds as they attached armor to his body. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. This place was getting more and more like the Batcave by the second! 

She belatedly registered Blake's request, only realizing that he had been talking to [i]her[/i] a quarter of the way through Rumi's transformation sequence. She jumped and gave him a big thumbs-up.

[color=Goldenrod]"S-sorry! I'll go do it now."[/color] Jamie rushed out of the lab just after saying this, skittering on down through the hallways and the waiting area and back to her car. It looked very out of place among the newer, less beaten-up models of the other occupants of the parking lot, with its duct-taped windows and dented, scratched sides. She opened the car door with a click and started up the engine, getting the air conditioning running and buckling up her seatbelt. Like Blake had told her, she set up her GPS- [i]Sam's Fish Market[/i]. She clicked the first result that came up on Google Maps (thankfully, it was the correct one), put on some very upbeat pop, and laid back in her seat to wait for the guys.

It didn't take too long. They were out of the building and jumping into her car only a few minutes after she had started it. Rumi's suit looked nice, she noticed. The robots must have done a good job! She gave the two a smile and thumbs-up, and, when they had buckled their seatbelts (safety first!) she slammed on the gas pedal and sped out of the parking lot.

About 20 minutes later (the drive was supposed to take 25 minutes), Jamie pulled up to Sam's Fish Market. Luckily, they hadn't gotten into any accidents on the way. They had been close, though- Jamie's road rage was infamous among her friends. Looking around the parking lot, she noted with a pleased smile that her car actually fit in. Most of the other cars were old and beaten up too. Yay for equality! 

Jamie followed Blake into the market, nodding at his statements. She almost asked if he wanted her to knock down the satellite. Wouldn't that disrupt their control of the Iguanosaur? But she stopped herself before asking the question because they were heading inside, so he obviously didn't want her to knock it over since she couldn't do it from inside of a building. Duh. She watched silently as Blake handled the man in the overcoat, giving him an encouraging double thumbs up when the man hit the ground. 

At his ushering, Jamie followed Blake through the fish freezer. The two other men surprised her, but not much. From their faces, she could see that Blake's lies weren't going to work. They looked... skeptical. But, fortunately, she was hidden behind the door, so they weren't about to notice her. So, she stepped forward and raised both her hands, sending a blast of vibrational force rushing at each. Both went down in seconds with an audible [i]crack[/i] of their sternums. They hit the floor of the freezer, one of them even landing in a pile of frozen fish and sending a few skidding across the floor.

Jamie held her nose and made a face. [color=Goldenrod]]"Ewwww!"[/color] she cried. [color=Goldenrod]"That's so gross. I bet he'll wake up with one in his mouth!"[/color]

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Patricia nodded her head anxiously at Angelica's reply. [color=MediumOrchid]"Yeah, yeah, but the security's got the room locked down tight,"[/color] she whispered back. She gestured to the guards standing around the perimeter of the room. [color=MediumOrchid]"There's no way we're getting out of here to warn her."[/color]

Patricia let out a relieved breath as Katharine moved away from them and towards the head of the table. However helpful she had been, the girl seemed off, and perhaps a little too discerning. Their cover was good (or, at least, Patricia [i]hoped[/i] it was), but with enough digging the girl could very well find out that they were liars. Her brown eyes trailed the red-eyed girl as she walked off, only breaking away when she sat down in one of the conference chairs. Patricia's eyes snapped back up when Vinnie and his sons entered the room, and she analyzed them silently. She was familiar with Vinnie and his sons from reading the file but had no intention of going near any of them. Especially the mind-reader.

Patricia's heart sped up a little as Tommy, the younger son, sat down next to Angelica and started to flirt. She gave him a cursory look over and a small nod of acknowledgment to conceal her nervousness. Why would he be flirting with Angelica? She hadn't turned on her power, as far as Patricia could tell. Well, she supposed the older woman was pretty even without her power, but Tommy Gugliano would surely have even prettier women at his disposal. Ones that would match his Greek god persona. Patricia pretended to be bored, examining her nails but was really waiting for the meeting to begin. 

Her gaze shot up from her nails when Vinnie slammed his hands on the table and started to speak. [i][color=MediumOrchid]Rather dramatic.[/color][/i] She couldn't see why the man couldn't just start talking like a normal person. He had commanded the attention room from the second he came in. Patricia put her elbows on the table, leaning in to listen attentively. It would be amazing if they could get all the information they needed from this speech- but unlikely. She followed the grins at the mention of raises from the others with one of her own. She had nothing to be happy about- she wasn't on Vinnie Gugliano's payroll, and would never be. 

She couldn't help it when her brows raised at the mention of this new goal. Listening, it sounded... foolish at best, dangerous at worst. Who were these people, and what could they be doing with heroes? A shiver ran down her spine, and she rubbed her toes together in her increasingly obnoxious heels. A dead hero was worth nothing. It was just a dead body. And it wasn't like they could get heroes to use their powers for the benefit of villains. So what could they be getting at? What did they want? Some fancy prisoners, maybe. 

Patricia visibly winced in sympathy when they brought Will in. She had never been too close to him but felt bad all the same. She was just glad Brie wasn't there to witness it. What were they even going to do to him? Torture him? He didn't look too fucked up yet... She reluctantly joined the cheers when they shoved his poor face into the grapes, leaning back in her chair and clapping appreciatively with a smile on her face. She barely missed a splatter of grape juice, moving out of the way so that it hit her chair instead of her face. 

At Vinnie's final warning, Patricia gripped the arms of her chair, white-knuckled. She had total confidence in their mission and the competence of her coworkers, but this might've been more serious than they had bargained for. Being captured certainly didn't sound pleasant. Or like it would end well. But they were going to take this asshole down, whatever it took. Speaking of her coworkers... she glanced at the door, anxiety increasing. Where [i]were[/i] they? They couldn't have been found out already, right?

[@Amethyst][@Infinite Cosmos][@Hitman]