Who: Emma Frost and Hank Pym What: A little battle Strategy Where: Camp When: Sunday Morning
Emma still couldn't believe her luck; how had she been brought here? Why would anyone choose her? If they knew enough about her to choose her then they would know that she would fight them with every breath in her body. She hated being anyone's pawn, so when this Hank Pym fellow gave her the chance to do something about it she jumped at it. If worse came to worse and he turned on her she knew how to handle herself. It wasn't him personally, Emma just didn't trust anyone. She had been betrayed too much in her life.
She changed into a black halter top and a pair of black jeans before heading out of her compartment and onto the camp grounds. As she walked down the path many of the people stared at her. Of course most of them were men, but some of them were women as well. She was used to this by now, so she just ignored them and continued on down her planned path. When she reached their planned meeting place she found herself a tree stump and sat down, crossing her legs.
She leaned back on the stump and closed her eyes; her mind however was wide open. No one would be able to sneak up on her. She relaxed slightly and waited patiently.