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[ a sky girl ]


. . . " ONE LAST STOP ON THE TOUR. WILLIAM'S OFFICE."

The General Frances Ardmore turned to the group of recoms, leaded by a new Miles Quaritch. They all looked at her questionably, not recognizing a 'Williams' from their past. Quaritch crossed his arms, still fully adjusting to everything. It was a new world, with new people.

The General noticed the confusion and said, "Maeve Williams, the go to for well.. Anything. A genius you could say. She's young though, sixteen. Not impressionable though, Williams is definitely stubborn and strong-willed. She has her opinions and it's hard to change them. In summary, she's a teenager just the smartest one ever." One of the recoms scoffed, already underestimating her.

The group walked down the hall, passing several offices. Then they stopped at a door. Above it was the label 'Maeve Williams Office,' then attach to it was a piece of the paper with the words, 'dont enter! working!' a smiley face beside the writing. The neat yet joyful handwriting showed that the teenager must've wrote it. Quaritch couldn't help but scoff at that, how was she supposed to help them? She's still a kid. With a sigh Ardmore banged on the door before opening it, disobeying what the sign stated.

"What do you want?" A voice stated. It sounded toneless, as if the person was bored. Quaritch glanced around the room before finally looking at her. It was neat and orderly, a bed in the corner with a blue teddy bear sitting in entered the pillows. He noticed beside her bed was table with a journal, a few pictures, and a lamp. Then beside the table was a bookshelf full of books. So many books that there were a few surrounding it, all of them no longer, able to fit in the bookshelf. The walls were covered with scientific posters, papers full of equations she must've wrote herself. On the other half of the room was a desk with a few 'sciency' things on it, laptop, notebooks, and a bunch of miscellaneous items he couldn't name. In between the two halves was a curtain hung, it seemed like it was supposed to separate her office and her room but it wasn't closed currently.

Then he looked at her. She stood up from her desk, looking the avatars up and down. She looked around the Generals height. Brown skin and piercing brown eyes. That was accompanied by unruly curls that was left out. Freckles dotted along her face and glasses sat on her nose. She didn't need them, just used them whenever she was going to be on the laptop for long periods of time. Under her eyes though were deep dark bags, sleep obviously not common to her. She wore an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, a comfortable outfit seeing as all her work was desk work. Also usually, she didn't get visitors. "Cool recoms. Anyways, what do you want?" She said, crossing her arms and she turned to General Ardmore.

"Wanted to introduce you to Colonel Miles Quaritch and his team. They'll be taking down Jake Sully, and you'll be helping them," the General stated with a slight smile. A few of the recoms faces brightened up, 'taking down Jake Sully' , they couldn't help but grin at that.

Maeve didn't smile though, she looked at her boss with a blank face as she said, "How?"

Unsatisfied at the girls lack of enthusiasm the General sighed, "Just answering questions."

The girl nodded walking towards the recoms. "Nice to meet you," She stated, she held her hand out. She did it as a courtesy, her mother always said to shake someone's hand when you first meet them. Quaritch nodded, accepting the hand.

"Likewise," he said, "First question, Jake Sully's biggest weakness?"

The girl headed back to their desk, shrugging slight. "Basics, family, love," As she sat down she said, "I think you could've thought of that yourself. Jake Sully is a skilled fighter but that doesn't mean his kids are. It's literally the easiest evil villain trick in the book, take the kid and ask for the switch. Parents always choose their kid, if they don't then.. Poor kid."

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