Jennifer was not bored. Quietly she sat in the back of the meeting hall, not interacting with anyone, keeping out of sight, and out of mind.
She hated these meetings. Most missions were not nearly as complicated as most people liked to make them. Get in, beat the bad guy, get the goods/people, get out. Simple.
But no... People liked meetings. They Liked planning. True, plans were a good think.
Yet Jennifer had once read something that really impressed her...
No battle plan ever survived first contact with the enemy, it is a test of a soldier's true ability to adapt and overcome first contact.
Still that was the full reason for Jennifer's aloof behaviour. A large portion of her attitude came from how uncomfortable she was around a few of the members.
Jennifer had the hardest time around Angel. Jennifer had been raised a Christian, and despite the fact that she had begun to question religion when she turned thirteen, she was still not sure what she believed. Angel, despite being a mutant, made Jennifer think back to all those times she had spent studying the bible. It made her uncomfortable, and whenever possible, she avoided talking with her.
Likewise, Jennifer avoided Naga and Neural, though for different reason. Those two freaked her out. Jennifer was fairly certain she could have happily lived her life with out ever seeing a real human brain, but Neural made her see one every day, and Naga was a giant snake man! How could she not feel icky when looking at them? Still she tried to hide it, she knew neither of them had chosen their appearance or power, just like she hadn't chosen. When ever she caught herself staring at them, she felt guilty.
The only one close to her age was Maven, he was kind of cute in a nerdy sort of way. Truth be told she enjoyed being around him more than anyone else, cause he helped her feel normal.
Suddenly the Major was giving her the stink eye for not speaking up. She rolled her eyes, she knew mock battles were important but she couldn't get enthusiastic about it. "What ever." She mumbled, and folded her arms. "I'll go in through the roof's air ducts."
I dream of being the next Shakespear, Dickens, George R.R. Martian, or even J.K. Rowling... but then I look at my work and think... Dang.My Characters