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Something new. There was a rhyme that those soon to be wed spouted off, the brides at least, about old and new. Stuff. He wasn’t completely sure. He liked to think he knew something about a lot of things, but he never understood trying to make fancy of something that was already fancy enough. Side track. He rounded his thoughts back around at the quiet reminder. Venom snorted a laugh, or at least what sounded as such.

He quirked a brow when she claimed an involuntary push. That was how it was for most people that were mutants. Becoming such was rarely voluntary, regardless of how many had once appreciated becoming one. Some still did. Some held out that the world would turn once more, back onto the course it was meant for. Evolution.

A name. Short. He tried not to huff, and instead focused on pushing the other presence out of the forefront. At least it was an identifier to utilize in place of ‘girl’ he supposed, and at least he hadn’t had to outright address her. Most hated being called ‘girl’. Unless that was their fetish, which he wasn’t sure he really understood. But to each their own.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure it’s super strength.” He gave a nod. When one could lift another person and or shove them across a room with little effort, it was called super strength. And then another shoe. There was more, more she hadn’t given way to, more that she couldn’t give name to. If the strength at least was new, he could understand the slip in a local place. At least, it had happened where it had. Everyone in the bar aside from those three boys knew well enough, either were other or sympathizers. Locals. Regulars.

“Well, get creative when you name whatever it is that still needs identifying.” He smirked. If it was different, she would have first claim to naming it. If it was super speed, well, then it was super speed. ‘Super’ anything seemed to be a pack collection, when an individual possessed one ‘super’ component, others usually followed.

Eddie set a hand on the edge of the bar and frowned. He shifted slightly where he stood, looking over the girl’s shoulder. There was…something there. He looked momentarily at Jenna, then at the empty space just beyond her. Perhaps it was nothing more than a thought.

When a familiar blonde stepped literally out of thin air, he pressed his teeth together and gently hit the end of his fist against the wooden bar. “What have I told you?”

The girl slipped herself up onto a barstool one over from Jenna and gestured to the liquor bottles. “Midori and sprite, Eddie.” She gave a nod and gestured further.

“Val.” He prompted her.

“Get with the drink making already.” She pressed. “You’ve got about…” She leaned back enough to look at the clock high on the wall, “four solid minutes.”

He frowned at her until she lifted her brows and he turned towards the indicated alcohol, lifted the bottle of green and filled a tumbler halfway. He followed it with sprite and three ice cubes. She had some weird thing with the number three.

She took the glass out of his hand the moment it was within reach and brought it to her lips, downing the contents in a few gulps. “Services mercs.” She huffed out. “Headed right this way.”

Brenda and Eric immediately slid out of their booth and moved towards the bar, both giving the girl their full attention. “Are you sure?”

“Do you think I’m blind?” Val snapped. “I become invisible, not the other way around.”

“I’ve heard you’ve been compromised.” Eric commented.

“And? Doesn’t mean I don’t know how to pay attention.”

Eddie sighed through his nose. “Everyone out the back.” He gestured with his thumb over his shoulder. “Maybe a bit of cover for everyone?” He eyes the blonde.

“As long as my drink is free.” She quipped back. “They want something. They’re looking for something.”
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Super strength. She contemplated Eddie’s remark, wondering whether that always came with opponents suddenly telegraphing their upcoming moves from a mile away. Anything, anyone that could mean danger now came with a bright red, glowing flag. Then he put forth something that had not even occurred to her yet. She would name whatever else it was she could do. It was something Jenna had not yet considered. In some odd way, she had assumed that these terms and classifications just existed. But, right … they did not. Evolution came up with these abilities - and there was no rule book for them.

Eddie’s smirk was catching on to her, and she mirrored his expression.

Jenna went back to focussing on her beer for a moment, hardly aware of Eddie’s attention paid to the area behind her. When he bumped his fist against the bar, however, her gaze snapped up. His gaze was on something - someone - behind her. Jenna did not turn around. She did not need to. She recognised the voice, and then had Eddie confirm her assumption.

Val. Valeria Richards.
Her mind inadvertently went to Benji, and she swallowed.

Jenna’s skin began to crawl, something was tugging at every nerve ending she had at her disposal. It was hard to remain seated, to not turn around. Valerie Richards was simply the last person she wanted to see right now. For more than one reason.

And it did not help that Valeria Richards apparently came as the bearer of bad news. Four minutes? Jenna’s eyes darted upward to the clock on the wall. The tingling got worse, and Jenna wondered why she suddenly reacted to Richards in such a way. The woman had never set off her gut feeling in such a way before. Then again, the irritation she felt for the woman had always mainly been Nathan’s - not her own.

Then Valeria’s voice chimed up, and Jenna swallowed hard.
Sentinel Services.

The flight reflex reared its head and it took every ounce of self-control that she had to fight it down. The other patrons engaged, having overheard Valeria’s words. Jenna simply closed her eyes, tried to slow down her own heartbeat. Running off half-cocked would likely not do her any good. If she had learned one thing in the past two months it was that one always had to be ready. Steven Lang was a real son of a bitch. And Jenna knew she would do about anything to make sure she was not going back.

She had gotten the premium treatment. Next would likely be psychological programming, and then she would be parked on ice.

No way in fucking hell.

When Eddie prompted Richards about whether she was sure, Jenna just looked at Eddie. She could feel that the woman was right. There were no words yet to describe what she felt - or how that was even possible. But it was familiar. Much like the little nudge she had felt so often in her life just before crisis would hit. And she would move out of the way, stop a car, or drive faster. She would change rooms, or simply run like hell. And in the end, she would end up alive, or barely harmed where others had died.

That little nudge.

Just that it was a shove now, forceful, sending her flying, so to speak.
“She’s right. And they’re bringing strength in numbers.” She said, throwing a sideways glance at the woman sitting one stool down. Then Eddie ordered the room to take cover, and Jenna knew she might do more than that once Valeria shared that they were not just here on a check-up. Jenna was certain a normal check up would not feel like this. They were looking for something … someone. They were on a damned hunt and Jenna’s heart sank at the thought.

“So they might be looking for you”, she offered, then shrugged. “Or me.”

Jenna slipped down the bar stool, needing every last bit of her focus to not sway and stumble. Her gut feeling - yes, she definitely needed a different name for it - was off the charts. She snatched up her backpack, rounded the bar, looking for the path ‘out back’ Eddie had suggested.
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Eddie inhaled rather calmly, and then exhaled equally through his nose, trying to gauge the situation against the few bodies that lingered in the pub. Those that apparently didn’t seem to mind a bout of confrontation if the moment called for it. He glanced briefly at Jenna, though, unsure of where she stood in the scheme of it. Her abilities were new and reluctant, so she was the wild card. Each other individual he knew their abilities and their temperaments to boot.

When Jenna seemed to hook into the comment about Valeria having been compromised and that the Services may be there for her, he looked to the blonde who did little more than roll her eyes. “Sorry, darling, they were already headed this way before I was.” Which meant they had followed a possible trajectory, or a potential tracking that had indicated the direction of the pub. Perfect.

Plenty of numbers. The voice in his head practically vibrated at the thought of inbound Services’ operatives and mercs.

“Maybe you need one of those ‘no mutants’ signs to hang out front, Eddie.” Valeria commented as she set her glass back down on the bar. “Make this dive a little less conspicuous.”

A metallic groan somewhat overhead and the sound of what amounted to an airbrake engaging had his eyes sliding upward towards the ceiling. “That timing assessment may be a smidge off.” He noted.

“No it’s not.” Val shot back and then tipped the rest of the drink down her throat. He watched the blonde with some interest, watched the way she glanced sideways at Jenna before turning more to give the other woman a thorough look. It had nothing to do with attraction, either, he knew the look that would have taken Val’s features if the scrutinizing had anything to do with looking at something she wanted. The assessment was something else.

He was aware of Matt vacating his seat at the end of the bar and moving around it, through the back, his beer bottle in hand against his mouth with his head tipped back. Man didn’t even need to pay attention to where he was going anymore. The back door beyond the bar opened, the hinges creaking slightly, and then it slipped shut once more. The distant familiar sound of glass sliding into a recycling bin and nothing further was indication enough that the other man was likely already long gone and undetected by any of the outside company.

When the front door opened, he was suddenly alone. At least he appeared that way.

“Don’t move.” Val’s voice, likely direct at the girl.

A black suit first, then four further garbed in black more ready to secure a detail around a presidential or royal individual. Something larger and metal moved outside the doorway, notable before it swung shut behind the five men that let their gazes roam every inch of the establishment. Part of him wished that the remaining four individuals would have followed his insistence and put themselves at least behind the bar. When the agent moved forward and set his forearms on the bar right where Val had been, the slightest shift in the fabric of reality was all that gave the blonde’s presence away, something he could barely perceive and often imagined he wouldn’t be privy to if he didn’t share his body with another entity.

“Gentlemen.” He greeted them. “Care for a drink? Wells are special for the night, as well as light draughts.”

The agent smirked and reached into his jacket, producing a folded piece of something. “Have you seen this woman?” The man unfolded what amounted to a photograph and Eddie leaned closer. It was obviously Jenna and he narrowed his eyes.

“Is she always a brunette?” He asked before looking up at the agent.

“As far as we are aware.” The agent replied.

“Hmm.” He leaned back in to take another good look at the image. “There was a redhead in a couple of nights ago I didn’t recognize that might have looked somewhat like her, but…” he pursed his lips, “the nose might be a bit different. Is there something wrong?” He reached for Val’s empty glass and set int in warm sudsy water of the sink before he set about cleaning it. “Should I be concerned about her?” He nodded towards the photograph. “Should I be concerned for my patrons?”

The agent took a slow look around the rather obviously empty appearing pub. “Not at the moment, it seems.”

“Do you have a copy of the photo? I could pot one up on the board.” He gestured to a cork board on the wall near the clock that push pins held a few single bills, a few receipts for tabs not paid, a bow tie.
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Jenna gulped. The sudden shift was noticeable to such an extent. It was there on a physical level. Just that she had no words for it, no way to explain it. Other than … suddenly, she was gone. And yet, the lack of oneself in the peripheral vision was the worse. That tiny bit of her own body that she would always see, that would always frame her vision. Gone.

Because she was gone.

Valerie’s words spoken low and barely audible set the scene for her. And yet, Jenna knew she could not have moved had she tried to.

Invisible. Surrounded by a strike unit on the prowl. Part of her brain hoped, prayed that they were just looking for random trouble makers. She knew these units existed, she had run into them with Lucas often enough. Four men, taking up positions and doing so quietly - like one would miss it if they were not looking for it.

Jenna closed her eyes, holding her breath when the suits stepped closer, crowding the space that Valeria and she were taking up.

Eddie’s voice cut into the heavy silence and she clung to that sound. She made it fill her world, her mind. Deep, smooth with that barely existent rasp around the edges. It was a pleasant sound, serving her just a moment to block out the harsh truth of her reality. Jenna opened her eyes, still not breathing. There, on the bar top, now lay a photo with her mugshot on it.

It was not the photo on file of her with the NYPD. It was one they had taken after she had first been injected with the serum. Her eyes were red, her face ashen. She looked like a junkie. It took everything she had to keep quiet and not let the pained moan slip out. The moment, it was do or die, so to speak. Either she kept it down or she would be going back. And this time, she would go without Benji. Somehow, the prospect of having his sister tag along was not quite the same.

Eddie kept up the pretense. He sounded like a man striking up conversation about the weather, or traffic, or union strikes. As he went on, Jenna once more closed her eyes, unable to look at the men surrounding them. If any of them were to turn suspicious, she doubted she could keep it down. And yet, here she stood, completely invisible. Had she not wanted this? Had she not wanted to just vanish for a while? Become no one, be seen by no one?

Well, that had gotten her far, had it? They were actively seeking her out now. Of course, they had pumped valuable substances into her. They had shot her up, stuffed her like a damned Thanksgiving Turkey. She was valuable to them now. And Sents did not like letting its possessions roam free.

So she stood, rooted to the spot, next to a woman she barely knew and yet disliked, a man whose bar she had almost trashed once already, and five SentS agents that would knock her down and take her back in the moment she made a peep. Something about that set her off, shifted her out of equilibrium and sowed the seeds for anger. When had she become so … so docile? When had she begun hiding instead of fighting back?

As a Marine nothing had made her back down. What had changed? And when had it changed? Even as a cop she was always the one charging forward first. When Nathan and Lucas would join their forces to discuss details and slow down progress, she had loaded a round into the chamber of her Glock and had pushed ahead.

Why was she holding her breath now? She was faster than the agents. She was stronger, too. And she knew where danger lay. Jenna could sense where the agents were standing in the room. It was no longer just a diffuse knowledge of danger being near. When she tapped into this feeling directly, they hovered around her like red, blinking dots on a radar screen.

Why had fear taken over in her life? When had she stopped being Jenna Coleman? The woman who preferred leading with a right hook?

She sucked air into her lungs. “We’re doing this my way”, she pressed out as she fished for the neck of a bottle of dark liquor. She swung it like a bat, against the back of the head of one of the agents. The bottle burst into a spray of glass and liquid as the man went down in a daze. She drew the tranq gun these fellows carried.

They would not just take them out for now, but generally had the lovely side effect of affecting short term memory. Maybe they would not remember anything once they came back to. Jenna brought the tranq gun around, stepping out of Valeria’s reach.

“She’s right here, motherfucker”, she ground out, as she fired three darts from her newly acquired weapon. Each hit its target. Jenna couldn’t help but feel like she was shooting fish in a barrel.

That left the fellow she had taken down with the bottle and one more agent. For now that would be it as the armoured truck they had arrived in had apparently parked around the corner. Guard number four came up behind her, and Jenna just pushed her elbow out behind her. The sound of the bone breaking as her elbow connected made her grin. It was oddly satisfying and it stoked the fire in her blood.

She spun, her left connecting to the man’s jaw with the same precision her right had. Jenna was not ambidextrous and yet, she could suddenly fight with both hands.

Her left still held the tranq gun, and she squeezed off another of the small darts. The guns came with a magazine holding six darts. Enough for this group.

Her attention went back to the man whom she had knocked down with the bottle. His eyes tried to focus on her and he was trying to say something. Jenna was sure it would not have been nice. Possibly a threat, or some name-calling.

What returned to her in that moment was the pain the serum had driven into her body. And Benji’s face when she had done what had been demanded of them. Jenna dropped onto one knee, putting down the tranq gun and yanked the man’s service issued Glock from the holster. She pulled back the barrel, loading a round into the chamber and clicked the safety off.

She pressed the muzzle against the man’s temple and bent lower, staring into eyes that looked at her with an odd mix of wanted to be a cold-hearted bastard and the seed of fear being sown. “You broke the bones in my body to see how fast I’d heal”, she breathed at the man’s face as anger pushed adrenaline into her blood-stream. “You made me punch the lights out on my friend who was unlucky enough to share my cell.”

Jenna pressed the muzzle into the man’s skin, her finger on the trigger now.

“You’re sick bastards and I should kill you, pull apart your bodies because I can fuckin’ do that now… with my bare hands and put you through the garbage disposal.”

Tears choked her words, and it was what made Jenna snap out of it.

She picked up the tranq gun and put one of the dart’s into the man’s neck. Then she stood, putting the safety back on the Glock and pushing the gun into the seams of her jeans at her back. Jenna would leave this tranq gun. She looked at Eddie as if for a moment she had forgotten that she was not alone. And in a way she had.

“Can we leave now?” she asked him.
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“Just fucking kill me.” He heard Val grumble, and then the sound of glass shattering had him standing back up straight. One of the mercs went down almost immediately in the wake of shards spraying about him. Eddie’s hands flexed against the bartop and a smaller hand clasped around his forearm. “Don’t even think about it.”

He watched it all play out, then, as a bystander, a member of an audience even if he didn’t like it. He stood on the edge of a pin, ready to break Valeria’s hold should the moment be warranted, yet the opportunity never presented itself. There were few people he had met that could move with the speed and the precision that the girl expended. If he had to suspect, it was as if she had a sense of telepathic spatial perception.

When each of the five service members present seemed disposed of, he watched her crouch next to the fifth member and offer an awful threat.

A familiar hum from outside the building threatened to draw his focus, but he kept it trained directly on Jenna. A reluctant recipient of abilities. It hadn’t been a late mutation that she had been garland with. His fingers curled against his palms and if he could see them, his knuckles would have whitened.

Val released him and he exhaled, glass crushed further beneath his boots as he moved closer to Jenna. The look she offered up when she finally lifted her gaze shook something deep within the center of his chest. For a moment it was surprise that sat waiting in her eyes, and he wondered if it was over her actions or the fact that any of them was still there. And then the dark seemed to draw back, and the girl was left waiting in its wake.

He gave a nod when she asked if they could leave and extended a hand out to her.

“Get her up off of the floor, Eddie.” Valeria bit at him when something heavy shuddered against the ground directly outside the front door. He took another half a step forward and reached for Jenna’s wrist, tugged her to her feet and around the agent unconscious on the ground. Venom prickled at the thought and perception of five unconscious individuals that his mind immediately deemed ‘bad’, yet both of their senses seemed to kick into high gear the moment one of the front doors was pried off its hinges.

Eddie tugged Jenna against him and stepped them both back towards the bar. It was an odd thing to watch her vanish from his view and yet feel her practically flush against himself.

When it stepped through, its metal head biting through the framing in order for it to put itself into the room, he felt himself frown at the view offered. It was smaller than anything he had seen before, and he half turned towards where he knew Valeria had been standing, wondering if it was similar to the ‘people version’ she had claimed had been sent for her.

It stepped further into the open space and gave each Services member a quick assessment with little more than a sweep of its gaze. Then it looked directly at them.

But nothing happened.

The red in its optic unit slid from left to right, searching.

‘Target not acquired.’ It spoke, and a voice through some communication device near its temple responded with a simple enough reply.

When it took a step closer to the bar, Eddie’s grip around the smaller form in his arms tightened and he wondered if it was to keep her out of reach, or to keep her from reaching out. It was looking right at them and it apparently still saw nothing. No one and nothing else could cloak itself from a Sentinel the way that Val apparently could, and it had him wondering exactly what kind of energy she drew on to keep them hidden that it couldn’t perceive.

‘Tactical team in need of biological assistance.’ Then it stepped back and moved further about the room, taking stock of everything that it could see. When it seemed satisfied and moved back towards the doorway it had pushed itself through, Valeria’s hand about his upper arm drew him back, back towards the storage hall that would lead towards the back door and he didn’t make any move to fight her or argue. He kept his hold around Jenna and made her move with him, them.

Once they were in the alleyway and Valeria dropped the shield, Eric and Brenda looked at each other, and then at them, bid them a good night and the pair headed further into the downtown direction.

“You won’t be able to stay here or come back to it anytime soon.” Valeria commented as she set a hand on her hip. “You want anything out of your room,” she gestured towards the back wall of the building, “you better climb.” He watched the way she shifted her gaze towards Jenna and he was less than friendly.

He released her and left her with the other woman and followed Val’s suggestion. Venom coated his hands and allowed him to climb with relative ease up to the second story window. He pushed it open and slipped inside. He packed a duffel with clothing, slipped his leather jacket on about himself, pocketed a few trinkets and a key to the pub, plucked up his phone and hesitated before powering it off and slipping it into his back pocket. It was enough o get him through a few days, at least. Then he scooted himself out into the window sill again and simply jumped back out and landed with ease.

“Let’s go, then.”
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Jenna wanted to just close her eyes for a moment. Sleep. Rest her head. Just for a moment. She exhaled with a shudder. Was it the adrenaline levels in her blood dropping? Or something else? Did it have to do with her super side? Or the mutant one? It took everything to keep her eyes open. Jenna's gaze dropped and found the hand extended to her.

She was still crouched on the floor. Her eyes dropped to the unconscious man on the floor. She could barely recall just what she had said to him. And yet, she knew that she was the reason for these men to be scattered on the floor like this.

Reaching up, Jenna took Eddie hand, digging her nails into his palm to signal to him that she felt that she would have trouble getting her legs under her. Valeria said something to Eddie that Jenna couldn't understand and then Eddie’s hand wrapped around her wrist. Before Jenna could do anything Eddie had her on her feet.

Jenna simply moved with him, strangely welcoming Eddie’s proximity. She had not a single rebellious bone in her body for once, and this time just slipped into the nothingness Valeria Richards could turn them into with him. Then she watched, silently and with an odd sense of fascination as the sentinel pushed its way into the bar.

Fascination that was not conjured by the odd creature itself but the way she perceived it. In her mind it was a blaze of red. Like a terrible beacon in the dead of night. It almost drowned out the space Valiera and Eddie took up.

Jenna didn't move. One hand still in Eddie's, the other resting against his chest.
Her fingers slightly dug into his through the fabric of his shirt as the sentinel stood right in front of them. She once more held her breath, this time her anger staying down. It was almost like her own danger radar kept a lid on her emotions, knowing it might likely be a very uneven fight.


The hands around her seemed to tighten their hold on him, and Jenna simply accepted it. She had no desire to move, and maybe it had nothing to do with the situation or the sentinel, or SentS needing to get a beat down for a change. Maybe it simple stemmed from the fact that she felt somewhat deprived of human contact.

Jenna was in her own world for the moment, staring at what approximated as the sentinel’s face and committing it to memory. It was the face of the things that would come for her now. Jenna realised that she now existed in a world where monsters existed and the verdict was not yet in whether she was one of them or hunted by them.

Then it left, and just then did Jenna finally dare to draw air into her lungs again. Once more she felt herself be moved. She simply let herself be guided along. Out of the bar, and away from the tactical unit. Away from the risk to be recaptured and taken back into that cell she still had nightmares about.

Then they were outside, and the fresh air seemed to bring some of her wits back. Jenna blinked at the pair that had been under Valeria’s shield with Eddie and her. Her mind had all but blacked them out. Maybe she would work like that from here on out? Just disregard the figures of no significance in a given situation? Jenna didn't like that. The term collateral damage can to mind. She didn't like it at all

They took off and Jenna just gazed after them, still standing pushed against Eddie and finding nothing wrong with it.

Then Valeria spoke up and Jenna tried to make sense of her words. It was like trying to hear anything when holding one's ears shut. They all looked up at the wall, and slowly Jenna began understanding. Get his things? They would not stay. Obviously.

Jenna didn't notice Valiera’s glance towards herself. It was of no consequence to Jenna. After all neither her nor her brother had ever ranked very high on the woman's list of people to like.

Then Eddie pulled away from around her, and Jenna was left with a shiver as the cold air rushed back in. Not that she actually did mind the cold these days, but for some reason she shivered. She looked up, blinking not without surprise as she saw him scale the wall as if it was one of those boulder walls.

Moments slipped by, and Jenna kept her gaze directed upward. She probed the reading she got on him. Green.

When had she begun sorting hostile and friendlies into the categories of reds and greens?

But was there a flicker of some sort to the light?

Then he leaped back down, landing with ease despite the height he had just dropped from. Jenna narrowed her eyes for a moment, her eyes quickly wandering down and then back up the length of his body.

He prompted for them to leave and Jenna just touched the straps of the backpack she had on her back as if to check that it was still there and then they were walking. Sometimes faster, sometimes leisurely depending on how exposed their position was. Jenna knew that someone hurrying through the night, constantly looking behind them would raise attention none of them needed.

It was Eddie who eventually brought up the topic of food. Had Jenna's stomach growled? It was certainly empty. So she found herself in front of a street food truck. Tacos? Jenna sighed. “Ummm, anything with a whole lot of meat.” She said, her mind unable to process faster than a turtle could crawl. She was tired, her mind reeling. The scenes of her fighting the agents were returning. And the realisation that she had wanted to do much worse to them.

Somewhere on the way, Jenna had snatched a baseball cap from a fellow, obviously drunk, asleep at a bus stop. She had pushed her dark strands under it, keeping her head down.

So she wolfed down the taco in a few bites, wiping her chin with the napkin and chasing it with a cup of cola.

Then the chime returned.

Was it that? A chime? Close enough, she decided. Like a pulsing red light, somewhere against the backdrop of her mind. Someone was coming. She could hear the engine long before the car came into view. Maybe because her mind somehow told her what to listen for?

The vendor from the food truck had left his post two minutes earlier after having served the three of them. “Invisible”, she murmured at Val, then Jenna turned, hands going for the lapels of Eddie's jacket. “Play along”, she added, just as her eyes moved up and met his. Jenna's throat was suddenly dry but she didn't hesitate.

Tilting her head slightly and pushing up onto her toes she pushed her lips against Eddie's.

Behind them, two unmarked black vans drove down the road, going no faster than twenty miles an hour. They were looking for someone. And the alarm in back of Jenna's head was blaring the sirens at full volume.

She was in a state for fight or flight, almost fully. Because kissing this stranger… It was more pleasant than she thought it ought to be.
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He had brought up the tacos because he knew the truck he wanted to head towards. It would offer them food, and offer him information. He had taken Jenna’s request to heart and ordered her carne asada, double stuffed. Valeria ate anything, but for some reason liked grilled cactus in with her chicken, so he obliged her odd combination. Mario had their orders created and wrapped up quickly enough and while the girls bit into their tacos, he asked about SentS movements about he city. He also handed the man his phone and had it replaced with one nearly identical. Mario also made a few comments about recent sabotages against Services properties and people they sought to keep contained. He had briefly let his eyes wander over Jenna in that regard when he moved back towards the pair of women.

Jenna was far more off set than Valeria, but that wasn’t something he was overly surprised about. A building could be burning down around the only slightly shorter girl and she wouldn’t care to notice so long as she had food in front of her. Take her taco and she was liable to bite your hand clean off.

The newer girl lifted her head and looked back out towards the road.

Scanning for threats.
Maybe you should be doing something of the sort.
You should have let me eat those mercs.

Because that would have gone over well. If he was lucky, the Services would find little interesting about the pub and leave it e within a few days. He was scarce to be questioned, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play the concerned normal human and cite fear over returning somewhere hostile mutants might have recently been. Eating SentS operatives in the middle of a recon locale was likely to raise flags.

And it was gross.

Jenna tossed her cup, barely offered Val a word as she turned. Valeria was gone from his periphery and Jenna stepped directly towards him, instructing him to ‘play along’ as she reached for his jacket and drew herself up onto her toes. She pressed her mouth to his and it took him about a half second to grasp the direction her thoughts had shifted into. He tipped his head slightly to allow for the bill of her hand to obscure part of his face before he cradled one hand against the base of her skull and pushed the other about her waist, drawing her flush against himself.

PDA was the quickest way to turn anyone looking for them off their trail for the moment. Anyone actually on the hunt likely had only half an idea of what to look for. They obviously knew what Jenna looked like, could possibly align him with her last known whereabout. Valeria was a different component. He knew she had been outed and was currently on a type of wanted list, but they hadn’t known that she had been at the pub. Her sudden absence, though, he imagined was to each of their benefits. He wondered if she would reappear or if she would use the opportunity to slip away and cut their number.

He was completely against the idea of her leaving them and getting herself to wherever she deemed safe. Her ability had proven rather useful, however.

His right eye slid open, just enough to make out the black vehicles sliding slowly down the street beyond the bill of Jenna’s hat. He took a step back, keeping his hold secure about her until his back met the wall of the alley they were nearest and the vehicles disappeared further down the street.

“They’re being really persistent today.” He commented when he finally gathered his wits enough to draw his mouth back away from hers. “It used to be my job to ask questions,” he told her, his hands still absentmindedly in place where he had put them, “lots of questions, the type most people wanted to duck out of the way of.” Identifying questions. “Might wait for you to just offer up answers.”

I like her.

“Six more blocks and you can tell me whatever you want.” He gestured with a nod of his head further out of downtown. He wanted a shower and a change of clothes. He tried to remember what he had last dropped at the tiny apartment that might prove useful.

Further detail.

He glanced in the direction the vehicles had crawled from and noted a pair of ops on foot. The arm about her waist tightened and he turned them further into the shadows of the alleyway. “Gonna guess you’re a bit of a hot commodity.” He commented with a lopsided smile as the pair moved towards them. He studied her features in the half light for a moment before he leaned in and pressed his mouth back against hers.

“They gone?” He asked once it felt as though the pair had move on.
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Somewhere in the back of her mind, Jenna noted that she could at least function. Function in the sense where she reacted to the outside circumstances and chose reactions not further endangering them. Especially considering that it was her who had dragged Eddie into this situation. Now, whether sucking face with a stranger was the smartest idea had yet to be determined. Oddly enough, Valeria Richards remained quiet. Jenna contemplated just how much the image of her that Nathan had implanted in her mind had to do with the real woman.

Then she pulled herself back to the here and now, momentarily letting the chime of the possible sources of danger slip to the back of her mind. Eddie was tall and underneath her fingers and lower arms she felt a defined chest; something hidden well under the shirt he wore. Now who was to say, that unplanned PDA was not something someone could enjoy when using it as tactical means to avoid detection?

A voice in the back of Jenna’s head doubted this was a good idea. When was it that her mother had taken up residence in her mind with that small nagging voice of hers?

So at some point, Jenna had just slipped her eyes closed. Why not enjoy?

It was once more her mother’s voice to point out that she at least should know a man’s family name before kissing him. Really? she mused. Because for all of her luck, if she knew his family name Eddie would probably turn out to be a man with a rep sheet, someone wanted for assault or murder.

Jenna found herself shaken out of her thoughts somewhat when Eddie slowly moved backwards towards, then into the alley just beyond the food truck. She had seen no reason to act further. Her blueprint of the situation indicated no further danger. The threat was decreasing with every passing moment. So she paid more attention to how once more his hold about her remained where it was. She wanted to roll her eyes, wondering whether it would be like this always. A guy was nice to her, helped her or just plain played along and her mind would instantly begin analysing the situation and the options presenting themselves to lead to more.

More of what, she briefly wondered.

The one thing she wanted right now was a place where she felt safe for more than a few hours at a time. Jenna was tired of running, tired of second guessing her own decisions and cursing herself for once more running from any kind of difficult situation.

His kiss was something that had potential … that was as far as she allowed her thought to get. Potential for what, a small voice chimed in. Jenna wanted to growl. All of those tiny voices, and each one was a critic these days, in her head - it was a damned party and apparently there was free beer. Part of her wanted to sleep, another wanted to return to the theatre. So what both had in common was the need to get off the street. Great, she thought, at least now she had one goal for the immediate future figured out. It felt like she was ahead of her usual self for once.

Then Eddie drew back and Jenna pressed her lips together for a moment. He spoke and she stifled an idiotic What? that had wanted to come out of her mouth. Yeah, she thought and nodded. “Persistent is the only way I know them…” Her gaze lingered on his lips, and only when he continued in that pleasant deep rasp that she forced her eyes to meet his. His words put a small smile onto her lips in spite of herself. “We’ll see if I can guess your questions.” She wondered just what it was he used to do, given his words were pretty much a description of her job.

She followed the direction of his head as he gestured into the direction that would lead them into quieter areas. Six more blocks? She wondered just what it was that was waiting for them. The revelation that he was an axe murderer with a penchant for decapitation? Jenna exhaled, oddly removed from an idea that would have been very real only weeks ago. A man no longer posed any kind of danger to her - no matter if he would ever want something she did not.

And then there was the small fact that Eddie was a green blip on the blueprint in her mind. Nothing indicated that she would have to watch her back around him. Maybe this hunch she had always had was still the one thing she felt she could rely on the most. “Six blocks then”, she murmured, finding some new energy in her bones after eating the taco.

Jenna wondered whether it was a car waiting for them there. One to get further out of town - but then again, to leave a car in any place in New York for longer than a week at a time was surely going to raise attention. So an apartment? Some kind of friend that would give them a place to lay low for a night - and shower, oh she just knew there was quite a number of things she would do for a shower.

The red blips reappeared, this time quiet, in her mind. Smaller. And they showed up within her range exactly the moment Eddie turned his head. It was something that did not go unnoticed.

Jenna felt the arm around her tighten and her own hands shifted up and around his neck this time. His words brought her smile back. “Normally that’d be something a girl likes to hear”, she returned, her inner eye ever following the pair of agents drawing closer. Then Jenna’s focus turned outward once more, and she caught Eddie’s gaze lingering. Curiosity sparked and she wondered what it was he saw. Jenna never quite knew how others perceived her. While self- reflection was not the problem, it was seeing herself without bias that she found problematic at times.

And yet, that lopsided smile … she liked it, wondered what it would be like to trace its line through the growth around his mouth. Then Eddie’s lips once more sought hers and Jenna simply answered in kind. A kiss that was easy, unhurried. No fuss. There was something in it that resounded with her.

Again, it was Eddie to break the kiss. This time Jenna licked her lips in reflex as she nodded. “Out of range for now.” Then Jenna looked around. Something suddenly occurred to her. “Did we lose our entourage?” Valeria was not dropping her shield - and Jenna could not detect her anywhere in the vicinity. Then again, with the Sentinel having been unable to locate them under her protection, maybe the same now applied to Jenna’s skill.

A few moments passed but … no one. Jenna gazed up at Eddie, then began moving into the direction he had previously pointed out. “Six blocks you said”, Jenna offered, her hand in his, as she tugged him along.

They half jogged, half walked. Twice Jenna found herself turning and pushing Eddie back, once into an alley, the other time against a wall, when something registered as potentially dangerous on her radar. This time she would only press herself against him, his arms slipping around her with ease each time. She wondered about this man, who was so easily falling in line with covert methods such as this one. He had scaled that wall outside the pub easily earlier on, she reminded herself. He was certainly no stranger or newcomer to this side of life.

He was apparently ahead of her in that regard.

The sheer number of patrols in the area did make her a bit uneasy. Jenna felt the urge to get off the street grow. It hardly mattered if they were after her or had increased presence due to other incidents. Jenna knew there was a SentS issued BOLO active for her. Even just running into a patrolling Services detail could result in her ending up in a cell.

It was the last place she ever wanted to be in again.

Six blocks, her mind said, having ticked off their progress in her mind. Jenna turned around looking at Eddie. “Now where?”
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There was an emptiness around them, something that Jenna took note of. It wasn’t something that would have gone unnoticed, the likes of Valeria and her mouth. When Jenna inquired about her in the shape of ‘entourage’ he had to bite at the inside of his lip. It Val hadn’t piped up to that, then she was no where within earshot. He momentarily wondered where it was that she might have slipped off to. Some other place to duck out, some other individual to warn. She had seemingly been headed for the pub if she had arrived prior to the SentS crew, but he wondered why, wondered if it was simply for a drink, or something else entirely.

“Pretty sure she took the moment to book it.” He decided, even as he scanned their immediate area, searching for that odd occasional flutter that no one else seemed able to make out. It raised a lot of questions, that. She could become and go completely unseen by anyone and everyone else, and yet he at times caught the briefest glimmer of her presence. Eddie shook himself and looked down at the brunette. “Though it would be next to impossible to tell for sure.”

The comment she made in regard to any potential threat being presently out of range had him fighting the urge to draw back and look her over for whatever it was that was giving her that indication. So far he had been left witness to her enhanced speed and strength. If she possessed some sort of internal ‘bad guy radar’ that, he found, was exceedingly useful. And could be used further for so much more. He wondered, though, what she perceived him as, considering the passenger in his head.

Don’t say it.

He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smirking and offering the ‘P’ word that he wasn’t allowed to label his extra as.

His steps were longer than her, and he constantly tried to remind himself of that fact as they moved across town into a quieter burrow. He allowed her to move him when she sense an apparent threat, pushed him into darker corners, pressed herself flush and he dipped his head once to obscure anyone’s view of her. Though with the hat of her head she had already taken up some manner of disguise. It nagged at him again, the further they progressed what it was SentS was looking for, what had apparently been done to her. He didn’t like the direction that his imagination could barrel down considering the abilities she had already given way to. They were reminiscent.

He caught her half glancing his way at least twice, but she rarely allowed her thoughts to walk out of her mouth.

Within a block of the building he wondered about approach. The front door was likely fine and the residents were few enough the likely wouldn’t be up to notice their arrival. Still, he wasn’t keen on putting anyone in danger and the path of an inquisitive SentS agent could obviously prove a threat considering the number that had been dispersed. If she had kept herself quiet behind Val’s shield, they might not have had to deal with the issues they currently were facing. Still, it was exciting and quite the break for the somewhat monotonous schedule he had forced himself into.

Was he a fan of living like a normal human? Sometimes. And it was easy enough since Venom’s presence within him did next to nothing to his actual DNA.

He sighed as he considered the keys in the back of the pack on his shoulder, then opted for the alley. He looked over at her and nodded towards it, made a direct line towards the fire escape and reached for the ladder, drawing it down to the ground and gesturing for her to climb up first. “Third floor.” He told her, to give her some manner of direction. As she climbed, he took stock of their immediate surroundings, letting his eyes shift ever so subtly to better see in the dim light barely offered by the street lamppost at the mouth of the alley. Then he followed her upward, drawing the ladder back into place once he had reached the second floor and secured.

At the third story window, he peered through the simple curtains and found the apartment just as dark and quiet as he had left it. He drew out a sparse ring of keys and slipped the appropriate one into the lock at the base of the large window, then pushed the glass upward enough to slip inside.

There was a stillness that couldn’t be replicated were anyone else present. And there was little need for there to be anyone at all.

No one else.

He beckoned for Jenna to climb through and closed the window once she had, setting the manual lock and drawing the curtains back into place. He dropped his pack onto the blue corduroy couch and turned towards the open kitchen.

“So,” she quietly clapped his hands together, “shower is this way.” He stepped towards the short hall that fed back into a bathroom that opened to both the hall and the only bedroom. “Towels.” He opened a cabinet in the bathroom. “Did you bring clothes?” He glanced at her bag, then tapped a finger against his chin. “There are a few things here.” He told her as he pushed through the second door into the bedroom and moved directly for a double wide dresser. “Shirts here.” He opened one drawer. “A few sets of sweatpants here.”

He wasn’t really sure where he was supposed to go from that point and pursed his lips. “I’ll see what there is to eat.” Likely little outside of canned soups or possibly a few frozen pizzas.
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Her life was like a movie, Jenna decided as she looked up and her eyes followed Eddie’s hands while he reached up pull down the fire escape’s ladder. A damned B-movie with actors no one had ever seen and an oddly predicable plot. Grown woman who somehow the audience would consider as ‘the girl’ was torn out of her life by a vicious sadist who had not even targeted her. And now, now everything was in pieces and she was running instead of turning the fuck around and doing something about it.

Jenna blinked, looking at Eddie rather dumbfounded for a moment as he motioned up the ladder and pointing out that their destination lay on the third floor. Giving a nod, Jenna looked up and easily leaped up to about half way up the ladder. Then with a few moves she was on the fire escape. Gazing down, she watched Eddie who was regarding their surroundings for a moment. Jenna wondered what it was he saw. Could he, too, see below the surface like she could?

Then he reached up, and as if that was her cue, Jenna craned her neck and looked upward. Then she pushed up the stairs.

As they reached the third floor, Jenna stood against the wall, allowing Eddie pass and thus lead them to one of the many windows, most of them dark. Slowly, she followed him, her eyes looking into the apartment beyond that window. There was no one in there. At least no one she could pick up on. Jenna nodded, more to herself than Eddie. Safe, she thought, somewhat taken aback at how odd the concept suddenly appeared to her.

When had anything last felt safe?

Then Eddie opened the window and motioned for her to get in. She did without further requirement of words needing to be exchanged. She took in her surroundings as much as possible with the curtains drawn. Then Eddie flipped the light switch in the open kitchen, and Jenna regarded him with quiet curiosity. His visual on her blueprint was a peculiar one. She had ignored it mostly up until now simply because greater threats had overlapped and diminished whatever it was Eddie was.

In moments like this, she was grateful that the visuals of her power came in so simplistic details. Green dots, red dots. Like a digital blueprint that included the living objects present. It was constantly there –on a metalevel in her mind. It accompanied her, guarded her, guided her. If she wanted to, she had an idea just where anyone around her was at any given time. But there was more to it, rather than just the dichromatic layout was more than just simple hues. They came with an innate understanding on who posed danger and who didn’t. Jenna had yet to fully grasp it. But she knew that there was red she saw; danger underneath. Eddie was an odd mixture. Like the green was trying to smother the red, hold it in, keep it contained. It was not so much about keeping others out, it was about keeping the man safe.

Jenna doubted it made any sense. What would that even mean?

Her gaze darted around. The place was tidy. Possibly a bit dusty and the air was … old. No one had been here in a few days, possibly more. She regarded the couch in the living room area for a moment and decided that no evil mastermind out to deceive her would have a blue corduroy couch of all things in their living room.

And with that, the matter was settled for her. Jenna looked up at Eddie, who had turned on the lights in the hallway. She slowly stepped forward, slipping her backpack down and off her shoulders, holding it in her right. Shower, the word drew a small smile from her lips. Normally she would have quipped something like whether he could smell her yet, thus pointing out the option to wash up. But Jenna didn’t have it in her. Somehow, this day did no longer feel like one where silly jokes fit.

“A few”, she answered when he prompted her about having brought clothes. One more set, the next day she would have to find a laundromat. Then, before she could say any more, Eddie had moved into the other room. Jenna followed slowly, peering around the corner to find a bedroom. Place meant for one, she surmised, her eyes lingering on the bed, full size. Then she looked back at Eddie who was pointing out shirts and sweatpants. Well, if they were his size, she’d drown in them, Jenna decided and reminded herself of the thin pair of yoga pants she still had in her backpack. “One of the shirts would be nice”, she said, her tone soft.

When he handed her one, Jenna pressed it to her chest, then glanced back at the bathroom door. Eddie was indicating that he would find out about what food there was and she just nodded as she stepped into the bathroom. “Don’t worry about me, I’m not too hungry”, she told him. The scene at Eddie’s bar, first the agents, then the sentinel, was still hovering in the back of her mind. At times, it would make her a little queasy, which left barely any room for hunger.

So, she was up first for a shower. A small smile played on Jenna’s lips as she pulled the bathroom door shut behind her. Setting her backpack and the shirt down, she started shedding the clothes she wore. First the boots, then socks and jeans. She pulled the shirt up and over her head, then busied herself with her backpack. There was a plastic bag holding all her worn pieces of clothing, then one for all the fresh things. It was certainly a good thing that her body barely registered the cold anymore. It certainly allowed for thinner clothing to be packed and thus more variety. She had about three to four days worth of clothing in her pack. Sets of underwear, short sleeved shirts, skinny jeans, socks. Then, when she’d gone through it all, she would spend half a day at a laundromat, snoozing in a corner with a baseball cap drawn deep into her face.

Jenna pulled out the remaining set of clothes. The pair of paints, new underwear, she set the small pile on top of the shirt Eddie had given her.

Then she pulled her tooth brush and some paste from the backpack’s front pocket and brushed her teeth first. Somehow, everything from that scene at the bar had to go, had to be scrubbed away. She placed her items on the sink, and then took off her underwear, stuffing that into the appropriate bag in her backpack, before running the water to the point of scorching hot. Then she slipped in, letting the spray run down the length of her body.

She thought of Nathan. Then of Kate and Same. And of Benji. Jenna shut her eyes tightly, willing their faces away. Part of her refused to accept that any of them had any business with her any longer. Not her brother, and not the trio she had spent her time at the SentS lab with. Especially not the trio she had spent her time at the Sents lab with.

Tracing the length of her arms with her eyes, she tried to see the injection sites. She could still feel where they had driven the needles into her arms but there was no visual proof left of it. Her body had seen to hiding away any kind of evidence to tell anyone what had been done to her. Other than the existence of that mad kaleidoscope of abilities she now possessed. Jenna balled her hands into fists and pushed air out of her lungs. Then she reached for the soap, making herself function. Wash hair, wash body. It was like a mantra.

Four minutes later, mirrors of the bathroom now fogged up, Jenna stepped out of the shower stall. She pulled one of the towels from the pile and first towelled herself dry before wrapping it around her hair. Then she began dressing in the fresh set of clothing. Once the underwear and pants had gone on, she pulled up the shirt. It was black, Fillmore written in white bold letters on its front. She donned it, smiling when it almost reached her knees. Well not quite, but it was certainly oversized for her rather small frame.

Jenna pulled the towel from her hair and ran the brush she carried in her backpack through it. Then she left the strands damp as they were. Putting her things away, she eventually opened the bathroom door and stepped outside. Eddie was in the kitchen, a small assortment of edible things set out on the counter. Jenna dropped her backpack against the wall just as she entered the living room area and then bridged the distance to where Eddie was.

She leaned her lower arms onto the counter, and picked a cracker out for herself for now. Taking a small bite, she slowly chewed, waiting to see whether her stomach agreed with what she supplied it with or not. Then eventually, she looked up at Eddie. Tall, handsome. There was something about his eyes that continued to catch her attention.

“So thanks for bringing me here”, Jenna spoke slowly, her tone low, quiet, contemplative even. “But I have to wonder, what’s this place for?” she asked him, her tone shifting into the realm of curious. She took another bite, then pushed out the pinky of the hand that held the cracker and ticking it off with the index finger of the other hand. “Bartender.” Then the ring finger. “With mad climbing skills.” Jenna pushed up her eyebrows as if to emphasise that. Then her middle finger. “Running a mutant-friendly bar…”

Jenna shrugged, and left it at that, wondering whether he was in a mood to share.
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