#immortalprick

“Have you not been keeping up with the resistance, little one? Have you not heard of what happened to your double? I am Phantom.”

A hand raises, red energy coiling around her fingers. She means business. While Infinite handles the blue one, she could at least take care of this one.

She blows a bubble with her gum, the pop garnering another dirty look from the woman behind the window. “What?” Alisha snaps. Apparently, discharging someone from an American prison takes a whole lot of time. And, never one for waiting, Alisha’s not enjoying her stay in the small waiting room. She’s had more than one verbal tiff with the glorified receptionist who’s been handling Nathan’s discharge and the whole place has an odor to it; one that Alisha knows is going to take a few washes to lift from her clothes.

Eventually, though, a loud buzz fills the room and a heavy-looking door opens, revealing an annoyed looking guard and the string-bean shaped source of his probable high blood pressure. “Finally.” she huffs, by way of greeting. “This whole place smells like wank and bad cheese.”