[hr][h1][i][color=aqua]Jennifer Marissa Caspin[/color][/i][/h1][sub][@ToadRopes][/sub][hr]


Now comes the big moment... Jen has to explain why she isn't drunk despite drinking enough to kill her two times. Well, she leaned up on the balcony right next to Ratchet, and placed her palms on the railing. Looking off to the side - her blue eyes watched the stream of tail lights. She contemplated telling Ratchet about her power. However, at this point, it was more than obvious that Ratchet suspected [i]something[/i]. She had to - especially during the Fiend's attack where her shirt spontaneously got a bloody hole (With no obvious wound). And... Jennifer wasn't going to lie to herself when she said that this wasn't something she could keep a secret forever. It'd be dumb to think otherwise.

So Jennifer simply sighed, and got up off the railing. Taking a few steps towards the door. She wrapped her arms around her stomach area - and continued to consider what she was going to do. She always thought about what she say before she says it. It was important, honestly. Or else she could find herself stumbling. She turned halfway around, enough that Ratchet only saw half of her face.

"... [i]I'm a regenerator.[/i]"

Jennifer just blurted it out - and it sounded like she was unsure (If she should be saying it, after all). "I... got the power a few days ago when...." She trailed off. She thought about telling Ratchet about her incident with the Pure - but she couldn't muster the strength to even think about it without getting anxious. "I've been keeping it a secret. Because, I'm honestly afraid." She admitted to Ratchet. And it was true. In this world of Gods, there is so much to fear. Yet, it seems that the biggest threats are coming from the humans. "With what happened with my family recently... I'm honestly not sure what they'd think. And I'm afraid the Pure will come after me...." She turned herself back around in a circle, and tried to distract herself with the traffic below. Then, she realized that she sounded whiny. "I don't want sound like I'm making excuses-"[i]to the wrong person[/i]"-but I hope you understand."

Before Jen could even continue with her line of thought - there was a ton of shouting coming from inside the party. Different this time. Everyone was chanting "Fight!" over and over again. Jennifer shook her head, and realized that she shouldn't have came to this party.


[hr][h1][i][color=Dodgerblue]Lihua Vuhong[/color][/i][/h1][sub][@Spoopy Scary][/sub][hr]


Before Clarke could reply, someone else contacted her from her headset. Normally, this would annoy her, but the only person who really contacts her would be the Director herself. She was curious as to what the Director had to tell her [i]now[/i]. "Hold on for a moment, Clarke," Lihua said, pressing a button on the side of her headset. "Agent Vuhong speaking." She quickly said, curious.

"Agent Vuhong, this is the Director speaking, and I have an important assignment for you." Director Caryl said, with every word being music to Lihua's ears. "NEST has reached out to a mercenary company known as the Dreadnauts to assist in bringing order to the city. You are to meet three of their members, Baron Moreau, Isaiah Washe, and Grit G.W, and share any and all relevant information with them. They have clearance to files on the Fiends."

Biting her lower lip, Lihua grinned. "I'm glad you choose [i]me[/i], Director. When is this arrangement?" She asked the Director. 

"Now, they are coming up the stairs now." 

Lihua nearly spouted an obscenity. [i]Right now?! On such short notice?![/i] The thoughts ran through her head as she scrambled to say something - her lips were open, but not a sound came out. Why in the name of all that is good did the Director inform her about this at the last possible second? Lihua would have to gather files, read up on the Dreadnaughts, and everything, in two minutes! "... Very well, Director." The words softly drifted out of her mouth as she realized that she's just going have to wing it.

"Very well, Agent Vuhong. Director Caryl out." The Director dropped the line.

And in that moment, Lihua reached down into her - [i]insanely organized[/i] - filing cabinet and started running through the files fast as possible. With determination and precision. She pulled out a folder - the one with the information on the Fiend's lieutenants, the Mutagen, and more. Basically, she was going to share everything that went on in the meeting earlier today.

The sound of the door opening alerted the woman that they were here. She narrowed her eyes, as she sat upright in her chair. She had to look her best for this. Her eyes drifted towards the group of men sent to her. Brown eyes were scanning them before they even gotten close. It was a group of three men - two were, obviously, much older than the other (Who was likely in his early twenties). Either way, Lihua had to start off with their apparent leader - a man tall as she was, had black hair, and green eyes. Most interestingly, he was supporting himself with a cane - a sure sign that he had a bad leg, or another injury. Lihua didn't peg him as a soldier - and she's seen plenty of soldiers. He seemed more like... hm, a civilian, a wealthy man. Thin, and didn't appear to fight. Or that's what he wants everyone to think (A leg injury like that doesn't appear out of the blue). Lihua would make sure to keep her eye on him especially.

The other man seemed much more in line with the average expectation of a soldier. He was shorter than their apparent leader, but he was bulkier, and had the gruff exterior of a veteran. A mean looking bastard. He looked like the oldest one out of the bunch - Lihua theorized that he was older than even her (Irrelevant, but Lihua pays attention to detail, obviously).

Last man in their bunch was the youngest one of them all. On the same height as their oldest member, and probably the smallest one because he was the thinnest. Underneath his clothes, he did appear to be built. He had brown hair, and blue eyes, and a silly grin on his face. Lihua immediately got the idea that he was the least experience out of all of them - or alternatively, the greenest. Though, it'd be idiotic to make that judgement off one look alone.

Interesting. Lihua was anticipating a group much more... intimidating. This group seemed a bit more quirky in her eyes. Maybe they're just representatives. Yes, that'd make sense.

“Hello, you are agent Vuhong, am I correct?” The man with the green eyes started off, and gave her a rather disarming smile. “My colleagues and I are here on behalf of the Dreadnaughts, as requested by the head of your agency.”

Lihua nodded her head, and stood straight up, which slowed the contrast in their height well. She grabbed the file off her desk. "You ar-" Lihua was just about to answer him, before she was so rudely interrupted.

"Hi ma'am! How're you doin' this fine evenin'?" 

[i]Do you have an ounce of professionalism...?[/i] Lihua thought to herself as she gave the man a narrow glare. How disrespectful. Instead of speaking like a soldier, he speaks like a teenager. What made it more grating was that he said it [i]to her[/i]. One look around, and even his [i]comrades[/i] are embarrassed. However... despite her innate need to make a sarcastic comment, she kept it all to herself. Professionalism above all else, after all. She adjusted her glasses, as she looked at him.

Ultimately, she turned her attention to the man who spoke to her. "Anyway... you are correct. I am a high ranking Intelligence Officer and Investigator for the organization, and I've received word from the Director that you were arriving to assist in the situation." Lihua answered. She personally wondered why they needed help with the Fiends in the first place. Especially from a [i]PMC[/i]. Something else must be going on here. "You must be Baron Moreau. I assume you've been fully informed on the situation here in Vertthaven. I've been told to share any relevant information with you - all of which you will find here." Lihua handed the man the folder to the man with both hands. "If you have any questions, I will gladly answer them."