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”How do you-“ Beatrice fell silent as she turned back, seeing the bubbly blonde holding her wallet. She couldn’t even guess when or how the girl could have gotten it. Beatrice did her best not to wilt under the Asian woman’s intense, prolonged gaze. The woman didn’t even move her eyes as she...

Bea had her chauffeur drop her off a block away from Sam's apartment, deciding she would rather walk the rest of the way. She hadn't wanted to come, not after Sam's outburst at the press conference, and...everything that followed. Beatrice was tired, worn. Her old injuries had been aggravated...

"We don't have government contracts at this time, period." Beatrice said smoothly. "As of right now, no negotiations or conversations have been held with such entities, and will not until we have reached at least beta testing. As a pharmaceutical company, our priority is always to research that...

Beatrice blinked. Had he said he gassed her? It seemed....intrusive. Violating. The anger, luckily, seemed to keep her from breaking down. A few more blinks of her eyes, and the tears that threatened to fall disappeared. The man kept asking her questions, but Beatrice noticed she wasn't...

Between the big purple eyed Jersey woman and the bubbly blonde, Beatrice was easily able to deduce who the muscle of the group was. They were...grating, but manageable. Beatrice could handle brute force. A bigger problem was the small asian woman in the passenger seat. She was clearly the...

Onyx sipped her wine, keeping to the edges of the crowd. She wasn't a social creature- much like a platypus- but people watching could be useful. She stayed with her back to the wall, and made sure to keep a clear view of the doors and windows, her eyes sweeping over the room every so often. She...

. She didn't know what he was doing to her, but...she had never meant to say that. She had never admitted to being a meta, save for the few lab workers who were aware, and of course her Uncle. She certainly wouldn't have been honest with this stranger. Beatrice tensed. If Amos found out about...

Beatrice smiled dryly, as he put the envelope back into his suit. For a moment, she worried he would withdraw the gun, but he didn't He simply asked her again why she was making a cure. She rested her hands in her lap, and met his face. She would not give him the satisfaction of being cowed...

Bea was a bit taken back. She hadn't expected this from him. His voice had gone from flat to...something strangely genuine. Beatrice supposed good old convincing might be preferable to Slate to murdering her. She supposed they had a lot of enemies. They might not want to risk making a martyr out...

You could tell a lot by the way a person tried to convince another. Obsidian was no exception, and he was a lot more blunt, resorting to the two most obvious forms of cohersion: Bribes and bullets. But Beatrice didn't need the money, not that cash ever meant a lot to her to begin with. The gun...

Of course that's why he was here. A meta supremacist like Obsidian would find the idea of a cure...distasteful. The only insult on her honor, and it was slight, was that he hadn't come himself. Then, she always imagined him a coward. People will say what they want, and act without consequence...

Beatrice sighed heavily. She had given it much thought, prayed even, and still she had not discovered a good solution to the inevitable- that some would refuse a cure, even if they were dangerous. Power was addictive. People craved it, and did not let go of it easily, especially those who had...

"I told you-" Beatrice said shortly. "-A meta killed my parents." Bea had long since learned to control her emotions, and such sharp outbursts were rare for her- yet Mary had a way of bringing them out. The last time Bea had used her powers violently against someone was when Mary had introduced...

All Susanna saw was his hand, dangerously close to her throat. A primal, instinctive panic, violently kicked out her leg to keep him at bay, hoping to make contact with his abdomen or thigh. Anything to keep him away from her neck. She managed to keep a hold on the corpses she was controlling...

Beatrice was loath to get into a stranger's car. She'd learned that lesson after she tried playing hero at a bank robbery. It was almost funny how opposite Nat seemed from her friend Psych. Well...maybe not friend. Acquaintance? Either way. Nat's energy and vigor was a far cry from Psychs shy...