Post by jane on Jul 4, 2011 6:49:00 GMT -5
[/b]" She asked baldly, sitting straight-backed on one of the bar seats. Pulling out her phone, she thanked the promiscuity with which civilians seemed to text as she used it as a cover to pull up a Division server in which to input his name. He couldn't be a priority target of any sort or she'd have recognized him but, in the interests of being thorough, she aught to at least run his name through the system and see if anything came up.
Ocean to her left and shops to her right; Sarah strolled along a more consumer-oriented segment of the boardwalk, for all the world like any other relaxed citizen. Physical skills always came easier for her than more mental ones. It wasn't that she was stupid, you didn't have a team of scientists play a major role in raising you without picking up some intellectual talents, but effecting the casual rolling gate of civilian movement certainly required less effort than attempting to blend in when actually interacting verbally. Granted, most of the other women were wearing considerably less than Sarah but they didn't have firearms to conceal; at least she'd gained a healthy appreciation for the benefits of an appropriate degree of cleavage.
Sarah had come to spend much of her free time on the boardwalk over the past few years. Since graduating from her cadet training, it and the beach were the public places she found she could most naturally assimilate herself. Despite her great patience on stakeouts, she'd nearly gone mad trying to sit still through an entire film at the theater. As for the rest of the town, well it didn't really have much to offer someone whose day-to-day needs were provided for within her quarters at Division. But she was at least really a little bit woman because she did find shopping cathartic.
As her gaze roved past various shop-front window displays, Sarah's attention was diverted from the pleasantly-distracting trivialities of accessories and shirts by the more neon sign of a bar. She paused mid-stride and pursed her lips contemplatively. When she'd turned twenty-one, several of the other soldiers had been very insistent on taking her out for drinks. Never having partaken before and knowing little more about alcohol than the cautionary science of inebriation's effect on judgment, Sarah had been hesitant, understandably so she felt. However, she'd been saved from potential workplace strife by an out-of-state mission that had taken her away for several weeks. Between her missions and theirs, the subject hadn't come up with her peers since.
However, with her devoid of any current imminent missions and everyone being kept closer to home recently, no doubt as a result of increased movements from Plague; it seemed probable to be addressed again sooner rather than later. Preparation had been a foundation of every aspect and branch of Sarah's training, throughout her life. She saw no reason to treat this any differently. If her coworkers were likely to insist upon drinking with her, it would be logical for her to do a little reconnaissance of what exactly she'd be up against.
Mind made up, Sarah started towards the door to the bar before hesitating once again. A dimple appeared in the center of her brow as the instantaneous knowledge that her power sensing granted her blossomed within her mind. There was a gifted within: superhuman strength, invulnerability and... and an ability she'd never encountered nor read any files on before. The best term she could apply would be "summoning" as it involved transferring objects and creatures from some kind of extra-dimensional plane. Seemed a little scifi to Sarah, even in her line of work, but the R&D team would likely be able to make more sense of it.
Proceeding with greater caution, Sarah entered the establishment and found her gaze immediately drawn to the bartender. It was him. She relaxed a little; his face didn't set off any alarms and she doubted he'd be doing anything behind the counter that would tip him off to the fact that his powers were no longer active. Unless he had some otherworldly liquor back there that would probably vanish with Sarah's proximity, that is. At any rate, it looked as though she'd be doing a much different kind of reconnaissance here than she initially intended to.
"What is your name?
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