"Some people spend their lives,"
"Waiting for that special someone to come along."
Status: Good; Unharmed
Mood: Honored; Intrigued
Company: President of the United States
Jezebel was glad to hear that the president was willing to hurry up and get to whatever it was that brought him to Ferris Aircraft. She still questioned the need for the military, other than as a guard for the president. To use the military to seize property from a private civilian corporation was a violation of the Posse Comitatus act....a very serious one if every found out. Something that could end a political career. Easily.
As the other individual stepped out of the President's vehicle, Jezebel's sensors instantly picked up on the pheromones that indicated fear. This man was scared and nervous far beyond anyone else in the area, probably even more so than the tank crew members. Trying to ease the mind of the man, Jezebel gave a slight smile at the man, continuing to let her hands rest on her hips as the aide handed the President the case. It was always interesting to see top secret material physically...a lot more interesting than simply hacking it out of the nation's network. Watching as the aide almost ran back to the convoy, Jezebel's eyes went back to President Obama as he opened the suit case.
Stepping towards the President, much to the dislike of the armed troops behind him, Jezebel took the files and began reading them. In a matter of a few seconds she had read, or more likely scanned, each page and therefor would have it committed to memory from now until the end of time, assuming she wasn't hacked somehow or anything. Handing the files back to the President, Inside of her mind the documents were being intricately studied, all references being triple checked, and profiles already being created on the metahumans that the files were referring to. As far as the metahumans went, the President's files were sparse, and in some cases erroneous it seemed, but either way, Jezebel now had decent profiles on every metahuman that the President had included in the files. Nodding to the President's final question, Jezebel spoke. "Yes sir. I'll come to Washington. But first, I have to speak to my friend over there. She helps out as much as she can with my research, runs errands and that kind of thing. I'll be right back Mr. President."
Trying her best to avoid coming off as rude, Jezebel darted back over to Amar'e to speak to the girl. A smile on her face, Jezebel spoke in a clam and friendly tone. "So, that man you see that I was talking to...he's the leader of the America, in case you did not know that already. The government is asking for my help...something to do with all of the people with special powers and such...so I'm going to be gone for a little while. To Washington right now. You're free to use my place as your home while I'm gone, or whatever....and you can call me at this number. It's saved under my name in this cell phone."
With a smile, Jezebel pulled a smartphone from her pocket, handed it to Amar'e, and waved in the typical girly fashion before darting back over to where the President had been, and then nodding to him that she was ready.
O.O.C.
Roxas, you can control Jezebel in the next post to get them out of there, on a plane, or whatever. If there's something else that needs to be done, just let me know and I'll do that.
"Well, that's all bullshit."
"I prefer to find them by myself, no fate."
Uchiha Roxas
Aquos Dragoa
