Who. Willette Sullivan & Audrey Curtis (also anyone else in the Resistance who wants in or Camelot people that wanna rumble?) What. On assignment Where. London, close to ground zero When. Sunday, April 20th 2014 Warnings. TBD?
Willette wasn't one for sitting around and watching, but things were a little strained right now. Willa Thompson was dead, a woman Willette had never actually officially met, but she'd been important to the Resistance. At least, important enough that one of its most terrifying members Robert Kingsley was on the war path. Intelligence gatherers inside the Resistance were scattered, Willa was meticulous and had kept them all together simply because she would suffer no cracks in the system. Now she was gone, and people weren't sure what to do. Willette didn't share that confusion, being a spy had never been part of her job description, but she did have something most of the others in the Resistance didn't have. A certain kind of muscle.
She was assigned to accompany members of the Resistance's recon team because she could make certain everyone got back in one piece. There wouldn't be anymore surprise deaths in the Resistance, not on Robert Kingsley's watch or their fearless leader's. Willette wondered to herself if the woman had actually meant to commit suicide or if she'd been forced to. Willette wasn't exactly the 'give yourself for the cause' type, if she was cornered she wouldn't be so inclined to give up her life, she had a little more self preservation than that. Maybe that's because she didn't have to worry about being cornered. Except, for the fact, that right now she kind of did. Ever since that whole mess with the 'No More War', her powers had been going haywire. She wasn't sure if it was universal karma or if there was actual reason behind it, but they hadn't been working right, and she'd been keeping it quiet. Even from Mason. She didn't want anyone to know that the Scarlet Witch was possibly a sitting duck.
Willette had escorted them to London, by route of an MTN at a small field office outside of Chicago that connected to a similarly remote field office outside of London. Unknown to the Agency, the Resistance had many supporters outside of their own circle. There were reincarnates that sympathized with them, and some of those reincarnates just happened to be employed by the Agency. It made Willette laugh, thinking about how self-righteous the self-proclaimed "neutrals" were. Look where it got them, a bunch of traitors in their own midst. Neutrality was a cop out, people who remained neutral in the middle of a war rarely ever got out unscathed. They'd see to that.
They were out in public where it was less conspicuous, sitting on a bench by the water about two hundred yards from where the Tower bridge had been blown half to pieces. Sucks for all those morning commuters, not that Willette was all too concerned about how people were getting to work now. Willette noted that a week later there were still plenty of cops and reporters scouring every inch of the scene for some sign. Any kind of proof that they could pin on reincarnates besides a few fuzzy YouTube videos. She rolled her eyes. "You'd think they'd give up when they didn't find any bodies. For once."