Invisi-Chick

“Shit.” Peter let out a long sigh, and put his head right back in his hands. It wasn’t surprising that they had something like this up their sleeves, but they should have been able to see this sort of thing coming. “Shiiiit. Okay, you didn’t see Claire there, right? But that just means they probably have other sites around the city. Probably near places like the UN… I don’t know where that leaves us other than double-y screwed but still.” 

“Yeah...” Jenny gave Peter a disbelieving look at his question. “If I’d seen Claire, Peter, I would have tried to get her out, but I didn’t. Unfortunately. She’s either at a different location int he city or was in another part of the place I didn’t get to see.” She sighed and nodded in agreement at his words. “Yeah, we’re fucked, and not the good kind either.”

Meredith sat, a little uncomfortable of the situation. Jenny reappeared out of nowhere. She wasn’t ungrateful for the contact, but it was weird after all of this time. “I do go outside, you know,” she said with a small laugh. She just liked her role, liked her home. “But its going well, it’s uh, perfect, for an English Major like myself. And the ability is good. It’s natural to me now. What about, uh, your side of things? Kicking ass and taking names?”

Jenny chuckled at Meredith. “Well, I believe that now.” She replied shaking her head. “Had you said that to me a year ago, I definitely would have thought otherwise.” A smirk crossed her lips as she spoke. “I’m glad to hear it’s been going well and that your ability is finally under control now. As for my side, well, it’s rough. Things are not going the way we expected them, but hopefully, we’ll get Claire back soon.”

“As deal, I will make that the last bit of advice I take.” He said with a slight smirk. Things were bleak, but that didn’t mean his sense of humour was completely gone. He couldn’t say that he had all the best ideas, and for a long time he was the king of poor choices, but perhaps age was refining him - he could see the bad choices before they were made, and could only sit back and let them happen most of the time nowadays. 

“You didn’t happen to get behind the doors, did you?”

Jenny smirked back at him, eyes rolling in amusement. “I wasn’t sure you still knew how to joke around.” She muttered, shaking her head a little. At his question, Jenny nodded small. 

“Actually, I did get behind the door and you won’t like what I found at all.” She let out a small sigh and licked her lips, glancing away for a minute. “There were some regular rooms and storage closets and the usual, but also cells, Peter. Just like the ones Primatech used to use for holding.” Jenny paused, letting that sink in a little. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Claire was in there, but at the same time, I don’t think the United Nations would be that stupid. Unless they have no idea, though I dout that.”

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“Gotta keep up.” He nodded, glancing again at the crowd. He didn’t like the fact everyone was out here, all in the open and in plain sight. He’d seen several guys that he’d pegged as government agents already, and where there were agents bad things had a tendency to happen. 

When she spoke again he turned back to her, squinting slightly as she talked about trackers and people being pissed. “I don’t expect anything.” He said bluntly. “That’s why I’m never disappointed or surprised.” He raised a brow, “They’re pissed sure. Good reason to be. But. This isn’t the first tracker people have stuck in us, and at least they don’t kidnap you to put it in. Most of the time anyway. Guess it just depends on how pissed both sides get and who decides to hit first.” He grumbled. 

“Will do.” She decided to just leave it at that, instead, turning to continue looking at the crowd and focus her attention there. It was still growing with Evos and non-Evos alike and was bound to get dangerous soon. There was no way it would remain peaceful with so many people.

❝Yeah… I’d rather not be the one that screws up an entire mission…❞ She looked into her lap, nodding once before following Jenny to the automatic doors. Her decision was made and there was no looking back. 

Once they made it outside, Malina stared at one of the planes as it took off. Various workers stood around, talking into their radios and she focused her mind using a mindfulness technique that Farah taught her. ❝I’m gonna need my hands. Can you… maybe put your hands on my shoulders?❞

“That makes two of us.” Jenny replied, smirking at her a little. Admittedly, Jenny was a tad worried, mostly because of Malina’s hesitance and questions when she mentioned the mission to her. Besides, Malina was still a kid.

Hopefully this wasn’t going to backfire.

Jenny glanced around the runway. There were tons of people out here, but thankfully the plane had to come down a little further out on the landing strip anyway, so there was plenty of room for the explosion when the plane crashed.

Malina had always hoped that they people from which she’d be taking orders would be a bit more concerned for those that would be sacrificed by their efforts, but perhaps it would be better if she didn’t know. Every life was valuable and if it would save lives, then there was no question of the worth of her necessary actions.

Malina met her stare with one of her own. ❝Of course, I’m going to do it. It is the entire reason that I’m here.❞ She just had to shut off the part of her mind that was trying to prolong the inevitable. 

Jenny let out a breath of relief. when Malina finally answered her. “Good, thank you. I so did not want to have to be the one to tell Peter that we needed someone else in 5 minutes or something.” She smiled small at her before standing up from the bench and walking toward the nearest set of automatic doors.

❝Who?❞ Malina turned from the planes to face her. ❝I want a list of names. I want to know who I’m killing.❞ She may believe in the cause, but she would not act in blindness. ❝You say they are not all innocent. How many?❞ 

She spoke flatly, keeping her face free of expression. Having spent such a large portion of her life away from other people made it difficult for her to empathize with all of the innocent people that might be hurt. Life, however, was something she understood. In nature, some died so other could live. Balance was paramount.

Jenny frowned at Malina’s questions. Part of her knew this would happen. “I don’t know who they are or how many. That’s something you’d have to ask the head himself, Peter. He’s the one who gave me the mission.” She replied, glancing around the airport and then at the screen with the flight arrival times. The plane was supposed to land in 15 minutes. Was the enough time to convince her?

❝Oh… wait-what?❞ Malina furrowed her brow, shooting her gaze back to the planes outside. ❝They want me to take down a plane? Which plane? Are they wanting me to keep it here or take it down from the sky? Are people going to die?❞ 

Farah had been preparing her for years to do great things, yet the specifics had never quite been there. Was this greatness? Malina shook her head, bringing herself back to reality. Greatness didn’t happen all at once. Greatness happened in steps.

Jenny breathed out slowly, not really wanting to answer Malina’s questions. She had a feeling the blonde wouldn’t like her answers and then wouldn’t do the assignment, which definitely wasn’t good. They needed her to do this.

“I feel like I say that too often these days.” Peter sighed, lifting his weary head from the table, looking at Jenny with tired eyes. He just wanted to find Claire and get her out of whatever hell they were putting her through. After what she’d told him of Henry’s experiences, he had to assume the worst. “Just tell me you have something.”

“Well, then maybe that just means you should stop  listening to what other people are telling you to do and start trusting your gut instead.” Jenny replied, raising an eyebrow at him challengingly. She hesitated a minute and sighed heavily when Peter asked if she had anything.

“I may or may not have snuck into the United Nations building and found a few doors that are more secure than the Preidents office...”

As the voice failed to confirm Malina’s excitement, Malina finally jumped back, but allowed the woman to take her hand. Her eyes widened as her company came into view. No one around them seemed to notice that she’d disappeared except a crated dog who barked once before falling silent. 

❝Sorry about that.❞ Malina blushed at her own comments. Following the Evo’s gaze, Malina looked out of the window, longing to be outside along with the planes rather than inside of another large building. When she finally spoke, there was a touch of longing in her voice. ❝What mission?❞

Jenny sighed lightly. “No, it’s alright. If I had known that you were expecting a different invisible woman, I wouldn’t have snuck up on you like that.” She replied, giving a small nod and smile, glancing over at the dog as it barked at him.

Malina was getting a bit tired of being in large metal buildings, but knew she would have to get used to discomfort if she was going to be any good to anyone. She’d been told where to wait, but had not been told any further information or who she would be meeting. At the sound of the voice, Malina tensed, but did not jump as she’d become accustomed to such surprises with Farah as her primary company for so long. 

A smile quickly stretched across her face as she reached over, hoping to find Farah’s hand, speaking in hushed excitement. ❝Farah! I’ve been so worried… You didn’t show up at the train station and no one would tell me where you were, and I don’t really know anyone and I swear some of these people are insane…❞

“Yeah, I don’t mean to disappoint you, but I’m not Farah.” Jenny replied, taking note of how excited Malina had gotten. She felt a little bad now but reached out to take her hand that had been searching for Farah’s. When they were both invisible to the world and only visible to each other, Jenny frowned slightly. “Though the name sounds a little familiar.”