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Author's Ramblings: Hey! I'm back yet again with another exciting installment in my fic! Wootness. Now, I'll get the Thank You's out of my way and get down to business.
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Chapter 2
"I sensed a low pressure front to the west, we may want to avoid that for as long as we can." Angie said to the rest of the League. "There's great unrest in that area."
"So you believe a hurricane is forming to the west?" Nemo asked the girl. She nodded once.
"A big one. That little island won't know what hit it."
"Then maybe we can send out a warning." Tom said suddenly. "Let the people know what's headed there way."
"No, Sawyer." Mina said. "This girl is still training with her abilities. We can't risk causing an uproar if it turns out to be nothing. Besides that, we have no way of getting the information out without putting ourselves in the middle."
"I didn't think of that..."
"That's why the rest of us are here." Alan stated bluntly. "Let's just park the Nautiless at the Parisian Docks and come up with our plan from there. It will be a good idea to wait out this hurricane."
Everyone nodded in agreement and began filing out of the boardroom. Angie pushed her chair over and turned to make a dramatic exit.
"Why do they always assume that I can't control myself! I've been using these powers since before I could walk!" Angie continued venting as she left the room, barely noticing the sub shaking all around her.
"It's just cause you're emotional." Came a voice from behind her. "And they don't like being told things differently from what they're used to."
"Sawyer," Angie said exasperatedly. "How long have you been listening?"
"Since you were giving your report."
"Great..."
"I made you something that I think will help," he said, pulling out a pair of black gloves. There were no fingers on the gloves and they had a metal ring that clipped around her wrist. There was one identical to it across the palm. "I followed the theory about how your powers are weaker through metal to get the idea."
"Wow...you made these?" Angie said as she slid them on. "Where did you get the materials?"
Skinner walked into his room and sat on the bed. Suddenly it collapsed underneath him.
"Hey! Where'd the leg of my bed go!"
"Oh, around," Sawyer said slyly. "Let's just leave it at that. So what do you think?"
Angie held her hands out as if she was trying to use her powers. "They work," she said, holding her gloved hand out. "And they're a fashion statement."
"TOM!" Came the angry yell of Skinner's voice as the man stormed in. "What did you do to my bed!"
"Cover up, man!" Angie yelled. Skinner quickly closed his jacket. "Apparently I still have some of my powers..."
Author's Note: Another chapter come and gone. What did everyone think? Do you all understand the significance of the gloves? If not I'll explain it in my next ramblings. We're coming up on Prologue 3 everyone! Can I get a woot woot? listens closely for fans Nevermind! Now review everyone before I have to chase you down and make you!
