[center][h1][u][b]Brooke[/b][/u][/h1][/center]

	Her life was in the hands of a group of children with terrible irish accents.

	[b]"Y-yeah. I'm gonna die."[/b] Brooke mumbled to herself as Firebird smooth talked his way onto the boat full of super villains. [b]"Had a good run, Brooke. Real good. But everyone's clock has to stop eventually. Some sooner than others. All things considered...coulda been worse."[/b] She shrugged.

	She couldn't even see anything. So she just kept her head down and kept mostly quiet. 

	[b]"Ouchie,"[/b] Brooke complained quietly as her shoulder was accidentally pushed near it's rotational limit by Aria. 

	Soon, they made their way into the boiler room. Aria saw fit to pull of her blindfold, Brooke opening her eyes and blinking a few times. She took the key and cell phone. [b]"Look hostage-y. Got it. Good luck out there."[/b] She said. Her face scrunched up as the blindfold was put back over her eyes.

	[b]"Uh-"[/b] She said as Patricia left her. Brooke felt around blindly for the back pocket of her jeans, storing the cellphone and key in there.

	[b]"...Well,"[/b] she said to Rumi. [b]"You're a super-genius, right? Sir. E Brum? You been, uh, captured many times before? Not me. This is my first time. I had a pretty good track record."[/b] She sighed. She sat back, letting her head hit the wall. There wasn't much to look at in the boiler room, so she just listened instead.