Post by Summer Scott on Jul 22, 2014 9:41:07 GMT
"Abnormalities." That was what Puma called it, and there was little else to say about the apparent problems with New York City. The capital of the British Empire was out of contact, and the status of the Queen's Avengers was up in the air. The French were still reeling after their last loss and the two Empires had a tenuous peace in place, but any signs of weakness could drum up support for continued war. No one needed that at this point.
Dame Frost was in contact with the old capital in London, and the team was tasked with gathering information so an entire nation was not flying blind. The jet took them out into the Pacific and the team dropped into the ocean on their jet skis, with the five teammates set to split up and examine the Five Boroughs. Summer would be make her way to Staten Island.
It was a serious situation, and Summer was as focused as ever on her directive. Still, the visored young woman had few true personal passions, and most of them involved motors. It was no secret that the team leader loved any mission that called for a snowmobile, plane, motor bike, or jet ski. Unlike military ships, a small recreational vehicle did not break the naval combat treaty set in place by the Atlanteans, and at a glance it was hard to tell that Summer was "working." Cutting through the water, she could not help but grin as she bounced off each wave, briefly soaring through the salty air before coming back down with a splash.
She was wearing her visor, but her traditional combat uniform was replaced with a sleek black and grey alternative more suited to aquatic missions. Approaching the shore, she begrudgingly dropped her speed to avoid unnecessary attention. There were two large wooden vessels at a dock, which was not out of place; rather, the place itself was out of place. The shore gave way to fields of green in an area Summer was certain happened to be a populated city. Instead of urban architecture, she could see a small town off in the distance.
Everything was unfamiliar until she could hear the sounds of panic in the town. If one thing was familiar to Summer, it was the sound of trouble. Landing her vehicle on the sandy shore, she pulled it into the brush nearby in an attempt to conceal it. With that taken care of, she carefully made her way up the beach. Starbolt knew she had to be alert and ready to react at a moments notice, conscious that the troublemakers, whoever they may be, could appear from anywhere.
Dame Frost was in contact with the old capital in London, and the team was tasked with gathering information so an entire nation was not flying blind. The jet took them out into the Pacific and the team dropped into the ocean on their jet skis, with the five teammates set to split up and examine the Five Boroughs. Summer would be make her way to Staten Island.
It was a serious situation, and Summer was as focused as ever on her directive. Still, the visored young woman had few true personal passions, and most of them involved motors. It was no secret that the team leader loved any mission that called for a snowmobile, plane, motor bike, or jet ski. Unlike military ships, a small recreational vehicle did not break the naval combat treaty set in place by the Atlanteans, and at a glance it was hard to tell that Summer was "working." Cutting through the water, she could not help but grin as she bounced off each wave, briefly soaring through the salty air before coming back down with a splash.
She was wearing her visor, but her traditional combat uniform was replaced with a sleek black and grey alternative more suited to aquatic missions. Approaching the shore, she begrudgingly dropped her speed to avoid unnecessary attention. There were two large wooden vessels at a dock, which was not out of place; rather, the place itself was out of place. The shore gave way to fields of green in an area Summer was certain happened to be a populated city. Instead of urban architecture, she could see a small town off in the distance.
Everything was unfamiliar until she could hear the sounds of panic in the town. If one thing was familiar to Summer, it was the sound of trouble. Landing her vehicle on the sandy shore, she pulled it into the brush nearby in an attempt to conceal it. With that taken care of, she carefully made her way up the beach. Starbolt knew she had to be alert and ready to react at a moments notice, conscious that the troublemakers, whoever they may be, could appear from anywhere.
