Lady Jane
Senior Member
The Delta Division headquarters stand as an iconic building on the Alliance City landscape, on a small island just a few miles off the shore of the lake. Though impressive in its gargantuan structure, what is seen is the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Beneath the waves lay crisscrossing hallways of research facilities, residential areas, and meeting rooms. The floors that rise into the sky handle most of the business end of the super hero group, and Samantha Clive's office isn't far from the top.
A conference room on the third floor was booked for a few hours, the meeting place of those called for the day's mission. Voices could be heard upon approach of the room.
"I'm telling you, Drake, it won't work. Time just doesn't work that way."
"So, explain it to me, smartass." Drake Hacherobei and Jayson Allison were getting into it--again.
"I can't explain it to you! That's like you trying to explain to me how gravity works!"
"I can explain to you how gravity works! Not my fault you don't understand."
There was a sigh from Jay. "I walked into that one."
"I think you did." Another male voice joined the conversation, this time Eric Herrington's.
"Eric, you're a fine, intelligent fellow."
"What do you want, Drake?" Eric asked suspiciously.
"Please tell this plebeian pedestrian that I'm right."
"Oh no. I am not getting involved in your arguments. I refuse."
"You're being redundant," Charity London piped up. "'Plebeian' and 'pedestrian' don't really work together in a sentence that way, being as they mean practically the same--"
She cut off as Drake started laughing at her. Her reaction was precisely the reason he phrased it that way. "Too easy," he said.
As the others walked into the room, Charity backhanded Drake across the shoulder. "Okay, guys behave." She grinned and winked at the new arrivals. "We've got people we're supposed to lead, the two of you need to at least pretend to be grown-ups."
"Here that, Jay?" Drake said. "You need--"
"Both of you!"
They were all sitting around the conference table, Charity in pressed blue jeans and a navy blue satin blouse, complimented by a mother-of-pearl necklace and matching earrings. She wore her short hair loose around her jawline. Beside her sat Eric, dressed in an off-white collared shirt and a tweed jacket. Jay wore a nondescript white t-shirt and worn cargo pants, while Drake wore a loud Hawaiian -shirt over a shirt displaying a popular metal band. Drake was leaning back in his chair, his feet propped up on the table. John Smith was also in the room. He stood apart from the group, arms crossed, a smile playing on his face. His golden-colored eyes turned toward the others as they entered and he nodded in greeting.
A conference room on the third floor was booked for a few hours, the meeting place of those called for the day's mission. Voices could be heard upon approach of the room.
"I'm telling you, Drake, it won't work. Time just doesn't work that way."
"So, explain it to me, smartass." Drake Hacherobei and Jayson Allison were getting into it--again.
"I can't explain it to you! That's like you trying to explain to me how gravity works!"
"I can explain to you how gravity works! Not my fault you don't understand."
There was a sigh from Jay. "I walked into that one."
"I think you did." Another male voice joined the conversation, this time Eric Herrington's.
"Eric, you're a fine, intelligent fellow."
"What do you want, Drake?" Eric asked suspiciously.
"Please tell this plebeian pedestrian that I'm right."
"Oh no. I am not getting involved in your arguments. I refuse."
"You're being redundant," Charity London piped up. "'Plebeian' and 'pedestrian' don't really work together in a sentence that way, being as they mean practically the same--"
She cut off as Drake started laughing at her. Her reaction was precisely the reason he phrased it that way. "Too easy," he said.
As the others walked into the room, Charity backhanded Drake across the shoulder. "Okay, guys behave." She grinned and winked at the new arrivals. "We've got people we're supposed to lead, the two of you need to at least pretend to be grown-ups."
"Here that, Jay?" Drake said. "You need--"
"Both of you!"
They were all sitting around the conference table, Charity in pressed blue jeans and a navy blue satin blouse, complimented by a mother-of-pearl necklace and matching earrings. She wore her short hair loose around her jawline. Beside her sat Eric, dressed in an off-white collared shirt and a tweed jacket. Jay wore a nondescript white t-shirt and worn cargo pants, while Drake wore a loud Hawaiian -shirt over a shirt displaying a popular metal band. Drake was leaning back in his chair, his feet propped up on the table. John Smith was also in the room. He stood apart from the group, arms crossed, a smile playing on his face. His golden-colored eyes turned toward the others as they entered and he nodded in greeting.