[center][h2][b][color=goldenrod][ Amuné ][/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr][hr]

[i]HERO Three[/i]

Amuné was nervous.  Hero Three was an unexpectedly nice place, and she wasn't enjoying any of it.  ICOSA wanted to evaluate her, and...she was honestly scared.  So she sat and waited and did her best not to show it.  She would much rather be out with Jareth, hunting Terrazards and potentially dealing with gang members.

She'd read up as best she could on the three observers since they'd come to town two days ago.  Q. Spencer Randolph, better known as Magician was surprisingly popular for someone that seemed like...well, a total ass, for lack of better words.  Marisol Pérez, or Chimera, was newer to ICOSA, and originally from Cuba.  Not very useful info, but all Amuné could find.  And Dr. Sabine Reininger was a psychologist with some renown.  Not enough.  Not enough at all for Amuné to feel at all prepared for this interview.

She tensed as a door opened and two of the three ICOSA members stepped out.  No Marisol Pérez.  Interesting, and a little concerning.  Where was she?  Amuné supposed it didn't matter right now.  By the time Mr. Randolph asked for volunteers, she had steeled herself enough that she was able to rise smoothly to her feet.  Hopefully she looked more confident than she felt.

[color=goldenrod]"I'll go first, if you guys don't mind."[/color]  Amuné glanced at the other Hero members in the room.  [i]Better to get this over with than sit dreading it for what probably would be hours.[/i]