Inside the car were John, Mina and Marcie at the backseat while Jack was at the driver seat and Otto sat at the passenger seat, who bowed forward slightly to make room for his tentacles.
There was an awkward silence hovering above the group, for they have been flying all over the world gathering Recruits, and no time was assigned for any form of civil conversation, and after arriving in Heathrew airport, the group headed directly to the League's Headquarters and then to MI5, so this in fact was the first time that the League was gathered togeather, by thereselves.
"Take a Left," said Mina, to which Jack swerved to the left, rather violently, making the rest uncomfortable.
"Watch it!" shouted Marcie, "Jesus! Why does he drive anyway"
"Cause he's the only one with a valid England Driving Liscense." answered Mina as she shifted in her seat.
Once again there was an awkward silence.
"Now Take a right." said Mina, this time Jack turned the car ever so gracefully.
"Subtle enough for your Inner ear?" scoffed Jack.
"Yes, thank you." repiled Marcie resently.
"Your Welcome, say, I have not been told why have you joined this outfit"
"No you have not"
"Do you mind if you do"
"Do you mind telling me who is it your searching for"
"It's none of your bussiness." answered Jack sharply.
"There you go"
"Take a right, then shut up." said Mina.
In a few minuted theu had reached a two floored, century old home, an excellent feat of Archetecture, it was in a level higher higher tha the other houses that surrounded it, there was an open garage right under it as well which Jack guided the car into.
All five then got out of the car and walked up the stair that led into the house itself.
The vast Interior was as Impressive as the exterior, the floor was of hard wood, at one end was a fireplace, and in the center was a stair case that led to the first floor, which had foive rooms.
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"Where did Q say the equiptment were?" asked John.
"Behind the fireplace. Just pull the lever in it's inside." answered Mina.
"That's original." scoffed Jack.
John headed to the firplace and searched for the lever for a bit, then found it and pulled, logs of wood shifted to a side and the wall behid it rose above, revealing a chamber.
John ad Jack walked in, they found themselves in a small room that lit up as they entered, lining the walls was a large variey of guns, there were aslo several complex equiptment that only Jack knew the use of.
"This," started Jack enthutheasticly, "This looks promising."
The Two then heared Mina calling for them, so they left and the secret chamber closed behind them.
"That there, Gentlemen and Lady, is Biocyte," said Mina as she pointed out the window at a massive building that towered no more than a kilometer away, "Two nights way they'll have an open seminar, scientests and rich folk from around the world shall attend, and so shall we,
"First order of bussiness, to get some Invetations to that event. Marcie, Jack, your on the job." she ordered.
"Cool." said Marcie positivly.
"I'll get to that first thing in the morning." said Jack casually, as if he was speaking of getting some milk from the grocer.
"Goodnight."
Biocyte Corporation Headquarters, London 1030 Hours
In a small and crowded office in the towering builiding of Biocyte, two women in their late twentys were chatting as they worked on assembeling the guest list for the seminar tommorow night, conferming Invetations and such.
"....and then they made threir Cheif of staff1." said Lisa, the one who did most of the chatting.
"Really?" asked Hanah, the other one.
"Well, they did it to get me into to be bed, so I quit"
"Oh, arn't men just dumb d-" snoted Hannah before noticing their boss waltzing in, "Hello Mr Charringtun!"
Lisa took notice and said, "Good moring Mr Charrigtun, have you lost weight?"
Mr Charrigtun, a short fat mid-aged man with a lowsy disposition ignored her remark and asked impatiently, "Are you done with the list"
"Almost Sir, we'll have it done by 1 O'Clock." answered Hannah.
"Make it twelve"
"As you wish, Sir."
Charringtun left rolling his eyes at the adulators.
"Do you beleave that man?" asked Lisa, who was offended.
"I hear he's Impetint!" announced Hannah.
"I bet he is!"
A Few minutes later....
"Have Sir and Dr Jason Curtis confirmed?" asked Lisa.
"Yes they have." replied Hannah after checking a list.
"How about Mr Jong Zei2"
"Where from"
"Korea"
"I don't think so, wait a miutes," said Hanah who then checked the List, "Will you look at that! Yes he did"
"What makes you so surprised"
"I could have sworn I wrote him down as Unattending"
"Common Mistake, Now how about Mrs Rose Maxwell of Canada"
"Confirmed"
"Prof. Mohammed Al-Jibali of Egypt"
"Unconfirmed"
"Mr Theodore Jameson of the US"
"Unconfirmed, wait, confirmed! What's the matter with me"
"Now that you've mentioned it, you don't look so good"
"I don't?" asked Hannah worridly.
As the young women went on to discuss Hannah's sleeping and eating habbits, a third person in the small crowded office decided to leave.
Marcie was glad to leave after listening in on the two telling fabricated storys for an hour and a half, till Charrigtun walked in and she was able to modefy the list of cofirmations, Otto would be attending as Theodore Jameson, a handicapped millionare and she as his secretary, while John would attend as Jong Zei, a similar Koirean Character.
She had left that morning with Jack, she was curious on how was he doing; she had asked him what he planed to do and he simply said he'll figure it out when he got there.
She was now outside the building, seing as though it had stoped raining, she walked over to a homeless man, laying in an ally across the street.
"Hello Mr Shnivelgrassington."
The Old Man looked at the direction of the voice, "Miss Invisidane! How marvelous to hear you again." he said in a perfectly articulated English.
"Do you think it's going to stop raining?" she asked.
"It never stops raining in London, Madam." he replied, "Call me demented, but that's what I love about her." he said fondly.
"Alright, you're demented," she said, "Give me my clothes"
"Oh, here they are" said Shnivelgrassington as he handed her her effects.
"Thank you, your a prince!"
The Old Man blushed and modestly said, "I am but a gentleman, and a gentleman never rejects the decent wishes of a young lady."
Marcie walked over to behind a dumpster and put on her wig, shoes ad duster, then applied her makeup carefully, aslo drawing her eyebrows, then put on her sunglases, she then approached Shnivelgrassington and offered him twety pounds.
Shnivelgrassington seemed insulted and raised his chin in pride saying, "A Gentleman does not accept a reward for his Chivelry, Good Day Miss Invisisdame."
Shnivelgrassington the put on an old, worn and torn top hat and walked away.
Marcie smiled as she haled for a taxi, one stopped that was driven by a heavily bearded Indian Man.
"47 and Baker Street." she said as she got in, as the Taxi started to move she drifted away and started to think of the motley crew she was now a member of.
Of all the four, the most normal one was a Chinesse Assasin, that alone was disturbing.
First there was Mina, who was an Enigma wrapped in an Iron shell, she did not fancy socializing with the rest, somethig she shared with Otto, However maby that would change with time, she saw how she was fond of Dame Kate. Then there was the fact she never mentioned surving in many previous leagues, and she never spoke of her age, though she guessed by the Photograph in the Tower of LOndon that she was atleast 135-140 years old.
Then there was John, whom she respected, majorly becasue he provided and air of regularity to the group, he was trust worthy. He had joied the League out of his desire to protect humanity, rather than being promised physical treatment or help to locate someone, or the apprehension of a wanted criminal.
That had brought her to think of Jack, who was also fairly normal, if it was't for his bizzare and mildly frantic behaviour. For instance, he wasn't all that surprised when he first saw her and Mina in Australlia, and she was curious on who is he looking for, who is Lilian Skinner and why is he searching for her.
And finally there was Otto, the most vicious and threatening of the five, and she knew that just be observing, whereas Jack, John and Mina experienced it first hand, she had read his file, and learned that he lost a pregnant wife, his life's work and his sanity in a single day, and emerged as New York's #1 terror, a multi-tentacled Menace kown as Doctor Octopuss or Doc Ock for short, which she related to, she had lost the little she had whe she turned invisible seven years ago, as she helplesly watched herself fade away and went psycho herself, if the FBI hadn't caught up with her, she'd have probebly took her own life after exacting her revenge on a one Cordelia Chase3, and she would have if it was't for that Bu....
"We're here." said the Cabbie, she then payed the man and got out of the cab ad walked into the house.
Author's Notes
1 What can I say, I'm obsessed with Jack Sparrow, I mean CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow.
2 I apologize if the name isn't Korean.
3 Cordelia Chase is the Highschool snob who torments Marcie during her high school years.
Short and pointless, I know, I majorly wanted to add some detail to Marcie and how she thaught. Next chapter will be slightly the same.