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Siren

Siren pressed down on the pedal, driving faster. The wind blew through her chestnut brown hair, bound by a headband and two braids that came down and formed into one. Her sunglasses complimented her boots and her boots her handbag. She was girly through and through, hardly someone that would be mistaken for a heroine of any sort and yet here she was. She tugged at her peacoat, adjusting it to a more comfortable position. Her black leggings were beginning to ride up at the calf. She grumbled knowing that would involve taking her eyes off the road and reaching into her thigh high brown boots. They resembled biker boots, various straps here and there and built thick enough to take some abuse. Around her wrists were brown leather wristbacks, one with a watch face inserted into it. It was best to make a good first impression, she would only get one after all.

She had taken to calling her "alternate identity" Siren, named after creatures who lured sailors to their deaths with the subtle art of seduction. Hers perhaps was not so delicate, at least in her mind. Most days it was more like stealing wi-fi from ones neighbor, except taking the signal from their thoughts and using it. She was nervous about the situation, more than it showed perhaps. Was it in her head or would it be evident to the others. At most she had used her powers for minor gains, but mainly to stop a few less than savory characters in their tracks. She was far from a Sith or even the dark side of anything, but enjoyed played on two of the baser instincts, fear and lust.

The mountain air was comfortable that day. She enjoyed the cooler weather admittedly. Something about the chance to bundle up in a cute coat and wear her driving gloves to keep her warm excited her. She twisted the left knob on her radio and turned up the music that was streaming from her MP5 player via a jack that connected to the cigarette lighter slot. Keeping her eyes on the road, she watched for anyone that might be friendly or foe.

The thought of bad guys played in her mind over and over, heh. Before this invitation the biggest problem in her mind was what she was going to wear to entice people. She had been out of school at fifteen years of age, being rather gifted mentally for her age, a trait that her looks often prevented others from seeing. That was a good thing perhaps, because her powers were that much easier to use on a willing target. It wasn't that she couldn't force an emotional state on someone, but brute forcing someone like that often resulted in too many possible variations. Variations were not good, at least when trying to get predictable results in order to understand your powers.

She was almost there according to the directions and butterflies were still in her stomach. She took a drink of a monster to calm her nerves. It wasn't that she couldn't be calm without it, but her focus was more on point with the stuff in her bloodstream. She glanced at her GPS. The coordinates seemed to be correct. She drove up to her destination and stopped, looking around with care. If this was a trap she had her powers set to the equivalent of an emotional breakdown, that is if they didn't have guns in their hands. Guns were bad news when someone wasn't in control and as far as she knew she was not immune to bullets.

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