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Lonna curled in tighter, her over-sized sweatshirt wrapped around her head, as she slept on a couch. She had had a late night of organizing what needed to be prepared for the winter for the kids she was watching over. Ever since she had joined The New Guardians, Lonna would inconsistently switch between sleeping at the little warehouse room which was considered her "territory" in Chicago and the main base. Often the only time she slept at the main base was because she was utilizing the many databases that it provided for her work and it would get to be too late for her to go anywhere else. Even then, she didn't always make it to "her" room before passing out, much like last night. This made sure that her room pretty much looked as if no one lived there.

Strewn around her in a very disorderly fashion were charts, numbers, graphs, and lists of all kinds. All of the different data said the same thing, there was too much to do to get ready for a Chicago winter. Where they were didn't have heating of any kind, windows would need to be board up and insulated as best they could be, being inside meant it wasn't prudent to have an open fire, they needed a better place to store enough food, more blankets and clothes, and, though it didn't have anything to do with winter, they needed better security as well.

All this information whirled around Lonna's mind, even in sleep. Her dream, or rather nightmare, consisted of watching the kids freeze and starve while gangs around the city worked on pounding down the door.

She woke with a start, much earlier than she had meant to wake up, and there was no hope of getting back to sleep.

Begrudgingly, she stumbled her way over to the kitchen area; hair disheveled, eyes squinting and red. She opened the fridge, pulling together a large breakfast of eggs, toast, tea, and fruit. In a lot of ways, Lonna felt guilty being able to eat like this when the kids she was looking after were still scavenging. Though she often made fridge raids from the base to take to them, she still felt it wasn't enough.

The red head was in the midst of eating when the device that Mind Catcher, as she didn't know her mentor's real name giving him the nickname MC^2, had given her, started beeping. This only happened when they were called to a mission. Lonna felt her head almost hit the counter top with full force as she groaned and listened to the broadcast. "New Guardians, report to home base immediately. This is a priority mission, everyone is required."

"Hear ya loud and clear," Lonna answered back in a very disgruntled tone. She finished snarfing down her food just as Raphael came running through to change. Lonna shook her head and made her way to her own room where, really the only possession of hers inside, her outfit was and changed into it; wrapping the dark cloth around her like a cloak and pulling on the broken mask.

When she was ready she walked over to where Shadow, Dusk, Aeolus, The Patriot, and Golden Girl stood. Though, Fever herself, stood a little further away from the group, Shadow acknowledged she was there with a simple nod. No words needed.
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