Meredith Mackenzie
Meredith took the flask he handed to her, with a grateful nod, and drained the remainder in the hip flask within a couple of gulps. The alcohol hit her stomach with a warm burn and she enjoyed the feeling, knowing it would not be long before her body burned it off. As she drank she noticed that the blonde guy had been paired with the one that was handing out name tags and they seemed to be getting on well. She couldn't help but be impressed when she saw him apparantly create lightening from nothing. Her ability might be useful but it wasn't anything as flashy as that. She wished the two of them well, she had her own bonded to focus on.
Meredith was wondering what happened next when she felt a familiar pain in her head and she grimaced massaging her temple with her free hand.
"Apollo your timing as always, sucks." She muttered before the world shimmered in front of her and she was looking at a different scene entirely.
A woman and a young boy, her son Meredith guessed, were walking through what looked to be a park. It was late and the moon was out. The young boy was talking and waving his hands animatedly, clearly excited about something. She wondered what they were doing out so late at night. They had just passed out of the glow of a streetlight when two dark clad figures stepped out from the trees. Meredith guessed they were male but couldn't see anything else as they wore black from head to toe. The woman stopped suddenly and faced the two men pushing her son behind her clearly trying to hide him from them.
Meredith watched with growing dread, she had a very good idea what would happen next even without the vision and she really did not want to see it.
"Look here, someone new to play with." One of the men said his voice laced with excitement.
"I don't want any trouble." The woman said fearfully. "Please just let me pass."
"Not going to happen sweetheart." The second man said. "You're going to have some fun with us."
The woman began backing away, keeping her son behind her, but the two men darted forward grabbing her by the arms and yanking her forward. She struggled in their grip, her son forgotten for the moment, and managed to elbow one in the ribs making him wince and let go.
"Bitch!" He cursed.
"Tommy run!." The woman called. "Go get help!"
The man she had elbowed saw her son for the first time and glared at the woman. He exchanged a look with the first man, who by now had managed to restrain the woman, before taking off after the boy who had sprinted away at his mother's cry. Though the boy ran as fast as he could, the man's longer legs meant he easily caught up with him. He dragged him back and threw him down beside his mother.
The vision abruptly ended leaving the woman and her son's fate unknown, it was typical of her visions, she could see the future but it was fragmented and ramdom at best. She had no idea who the woman was and so she had no way to help them.
She realised she had probably looked to Jaime as though she had simply zoned out and she smiled apologetically. "sorry about zoning out there for a minute. An unfortunate side effect of being Apollo's chosen. So what do we do now?"