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Chapter Two
Jeanette ran from the elevator once it reached the lobby and practically threw herself out of the run down hotel. She took no notice of her surroundings and just wanted to escape. This was her brothers life, not hers.
She ran into the street and nearly got hit by a taxi. Instead of stepping out of the way she jumped in the back seat.
"To the airport please." She requested in awful Danish, very few people spoke English in this part of town. Once the cabby locked the doors, as was procedure in Copenhagen Jeanette relaxed a great deal. She looked out the window. They were in the rundown East end. The last place anyone would look for her if she disappeared.
She looked down at her self. She was wearing a blue turtleneck sweater with a tight black skirt that went flowey mid thigh and ended at the knee. Her black stiletto looked worse for the wear. She took off her left shoe and ripped the insole out. On the other side of it were a series of numbers.
If the one thing that Reed and her father had been able to teach her it was to be prepared for anything, a Richards trait. All her shoes were like this one. Since her purse was presumably still in the library she had no funds. These numbers were for her enormous trust account and pin number, not to mention all her credit cards and bankcard. She would have them all cancelled when she reached the airport. For the rest of the ride she sat back and closed her eyes.
Copenhagen international airport resembled a shopping mall as much as an airport. The first thing Jeanette did by was a one-way non-stop ticket to JFK. She had to get home. Next thing she did was rip out the insole of her other shoe. This one contained one blank check. She filled it out for a large amount and went to a moneychanger and got the handsome sum in American.
Next she bought a new outfit that consisted of tight black leather pants, a black tank top that ended just beneath her bust and a beige vest that was enormous. She glanced at her self in the mirror. Usually she would never have bought anything like this, but she figured she could get away with it this once. She bought suede boots that went over the pants, a cap that she pulled down over she face and a pair of enormous sunglasses. She bought a large purse and one of those pre-made bathroom bags at a very ornamental drug store.
Once she checked in and was pasted through security she bought a bottle of expensive liquor for Reed, he wasn't much of a drinker but when he did get duty free he treasured it with his life only offering it to near and dear people. She then bought a very pretty negligee for Sue and a rock polisher as a joke for Ben. She didn't get Johnny anything.
She sat in front of her gate and waited. It was going to be about another two hours before she was up in the air, and she wouldn't be happy until she was in the Baxter building. She looked around; there was no one around her. What had happened in the elevator?
She looked at her hands. It was beyond weird. She had thought it and it had come true. She realise it was a duplicate of Reed's machine that recreated the storm that gave them their 'Powers' that she had been trapped in. But why would Doom want it? He didn't want to change back. More importantly why did he want to see if it worked on Jeanette?
She looked at the coffee she had placed at her feet. I wonder… She put her hand out in front of her and concentrated on the coffee. Nothing happened. What happened with the elevator had to be just a coincidence that was all. Some how even she didn't believe that. She looked back at the coffee. So, concentrating on the coffee cup its self didn't work, but what if… She didn't concentrate so much on the thing but on the thing in her hand, and it lifted its self off the ground.
It startled her so much she screamed and the coffee cup fell to the ground and spilt everywhere. She looked around; there was no one anywhere near her to notice. She took a deep breath. She looked back at the now empty cup. And with a deep breath started again.
When the cup had levitated into her hand it shook desperately. She was breathing deeply trying to calm her self down. She put the cup down and took a deep breath. She would just have to keep it under control until she arrived to New York. Where was the plane?
There was a sickening screech of metal on tarmac as an airplane skidded up to the gate, its tail swinging behind it. Jeanette started through the glass windows staring in horror. She hadn't done that had she?