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The room was full of chit chatter, bickering, and innocent battles of both the wits and powers. How could these Government officials think they could get a room of people such as this together? You had a group of people who either:

A.) Were lone in the world for a very long time.
B.) Ones that made due to live the most normal lives possible.
C.) A small collection that learned to use their abilities to their advantage.

Of course this wasn’t going to go smoothly; of course this was a ticking time bomb. Perhaps that’s why they locked them altogether in a room with a single source of information. Perhaps that’s why our informant had kept quiet for so long. Maybe just maybe, they wanted to see our interactions, let us get it out of our systems before throwing us out as a team, or even worse, forcing us to live together.

Gazelle felt Jack’s eyes rest on her once again yet she did not turn to look at him. “hmm” played in his thoughts, she felt no judgment, but rather a desire, a desire stronger than the one he had for her physicality but rather one of interest. This bothered her beyond words. Gazelle often used her looks to distract others from really getting to know her, to keep their thoughts elsewhere.

Just as her frustrations began to build there was an annoying conversation going on in her head, no not a conversation, a pattern of thoughts – and it wasn’t in English. Italian, male, Renzo. Gazelle didn’t speak Italian, she spoke English and very minor French, which meant she could pick up on a few of the words, and many of them had been mistranslated – this only made for more agitation.

Renzo! That fucking old bastard! Streams and streams of Italian poured through her mind.

Gazelle had said her piece to the group and fell into silence once again. She leaned back in her seat and began combing her fingers through her long unruly raven black hair. Her eyes observed each stroke with her face turned away from the old pigeon. Her body was utterly relaxed, if she caught a knot within the tangles of her mane she would work on it to unknot the thick lengths.

She had blocked out Renzo’s mind, A task easily learned after having had been doing this for so long. For a Telepathic, if you never learn to block a singular voice out you will end up going mad. This worked for a while, until…"1, 3, 7, 83, 56 and a half, 682, 9.34, 2765, 7698 and one tenth, 17,590.72, 30, 0.000000000008, 9,999,999, 1, 45000...." The numbers were a nuisance at first – but after 56 and a half she thought her head would nearly explode.

She couldn’t block him out! He was doing it specifically for her, his mental and physical energy was calling out to Gazelle – begging for her attention, and that was not something she could ignore, not something she could block out. She tried over and over again, but each time had a success rate of a maybe millisecond, if she had been lucky.

Her head was throbbing but still her fingers ran threw her hair with patience, there was not a line of strain shown on her face.

There was nothing she could do – not without confirming his suspicions. She could have absorbed the nagging energies and left the old man dry enough to sleep for days; but he would know. It was bad enough Henry knew, she was thankful for the blackout of her file before ‘Archer’ saw.

So there Gazelle sat, in throbbing annoying pain, it hadn’t enough to make it difficult to keep a normal exterior, she had dealt with much worse. She heard hardly a word anyone said. “Superheroes, Archer, Lilith, Protect the Earth" Was about all she made out from Archers speech. ‘Lilith was a terrible wretched woman, great in be-‘ She thought to herself before being cut off by “98786554, 9.0921264, 999999999999998, 31, 195, 2, 100040937, 3.14159265” In her mind she screamed and cussed, screeched and fought.