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Seeking Calliope
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Currently eight inches tall, Jan was winging it to the OSCORP building. Despite being able to fly at what equated to be a mile per minute, it took Jan a while to cross the tightly populate boroughs which comprised New York City. She traveled along the main thoroughfares and avenues, it took too much time to fly over or around the buildings, and laughed at the vehicles which remained motionless due to the Synthetic Seven's activities.
She was only a few blocks from OSCORP when she received Rachel's telepathic message. "Um... hi. Whatthe#@%& Welcome to my head... I guess. So, Steve is employing a telepath? That's cool. You can call me Jan, if you want. Tell Cap I'll be there in a few, Would've been there a lot faster had he had sent a plane," she replied, or well thought in a haphazard fashion. She wasn't used to communicating with a telepath.
As she drew closer to the latest site of the Seven's carnage, she noticed a man leaving a beat-up van with - was that a #@%&'n flamethrower? "Uhh, Rachel, if you're still listening there's a heavily armed man with a flamethrower approaching your twenty," Jan thought to herself, and Rachel if she was there.
Not knowing if the man with the mini-arsenal was friend or foe, Jan shrank down to a half-inch and fluttered down to buzz around Frank's head.
"Hey big guy, do you have a license for that?"
She was only a few blocks from OSCORP when she received Rachel's telepathic message. "Um... hi. Whatthe#@%& Welcome to my head... I guess. So, Steve is employing a telepath? That's cool. You can call me Jan, if you want. Tell Cap I'll be there in a few, Would've been there a lot faster had he had sent a plane," she replied, or well thought in a haphazard fashion. She wasn't used to communicating with a telepath.
As she drew closer to the latest site of the Seven's carnage, she noticed a man leaving a beat-up van with - was that a #@%&'n flamethrower? "Uhh, Rachel, if you're still listening there's a heavily armed man with a flamethrower approaching your twenty," Jan thought to herself, and Rachel if she was there.
Not knowing if the man with the mini-arsenal was friend or foe, Jan shrank down to a half-inch and fluttered down to buzz around Frank's head.
"Hey big guy, do you have a license for that?"