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<<night gives way to a new day. The surviving members of the Six and their allies will gather together with other public officials and noted attendees to pay their last respects to the fallen Senator Sharon Kelly.>>

<<Haleigh would arrive with the team while Alison would arrive with Karen and Alycia, shadowed by a trio of Clandastine agents to back Alison if the need to protect Alycia should arise. After all, Alycia HAD publicly called out MysTech for their role in Sharon's death as Master Mold was a super sentinel of Mystech design..and was controlled and operated from an as yet unrevealed source.>>

<<the day was mild but grey and over cast...the mood was solemn all across the board. as people from across the city and from around the country even began to arrive at various places and make their way to a beautifull, historical cathedral and attend the funeral/memorial service for Sharon Kelly.>>
 
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Illustra Tower --Oh.... and this is a long one.

Haleigh stepped outside Karen's loft, looky weary and desolate. A silver, darkly tinted Rolls Royce Phantom was already waiting for her. Her trademark 'batmobile'. She drove back to Illustra, numb from mourning, her car running on autopilot... and good thing, too... she was so out of it she might not have been capable of navigating her way back through the city and getting home alive. She walked into Illustra, ready to end the one of the longest days of her life. She had one more stop: the security control floor, sandwiched between the residential floors and the business floors of the Illustra tower. she found her way to the main control room, passing several rooms of monitors and a handful of her own men, standing guard and watching monitors for the slightest of anomalies. Inside the main room, which held more monitors and a large computer mainframe, there were three men on duty. They all stood to greet her.

"How are things looking, gentlemen?"

Patrick:"Nothing unusual... we implemented the ET shields as Agent Armani asked. Certainly keeps the bird shit off the Helipad."

"Wait, Zachary asked you to do what?"


Patrick:"Oh, sorry, grunt terms... the pulse protections shields. You know, if any kind of projectile or unidentified object gets within the caution zone around the building, the pps will zap it... like on War of the Worlds... and Independence Day? The ET ships always have those shields that make everything us puny humans throw at them into pudding?" He said, with a slight laugh lining his tone. Haleigh didn't seem as amused, but she nodded, indicating she got it. He pressed on though, wanting to at least brighten the grim look on her face. "Director? Base says their also ready to activate the Molecular Dissipation Safeguard."

Haleigh looked at him... a little surprised at the news. "To keep out beings using magickal transport? I thought we were having problems blocking people completely?"

Patrick:"They say they tried something else instead... REROUTING those trying to get in without permission to a completely off the wall and random geographical location... it works like a message forwarding system. It can't be folled by visually adapting mutants, glamouring into who they want to look like, either. Anyone who doesn't have the exact genetic ID required for permission gets 'forwarded' somewhere else."

"How about the mouth of an active volcano?" The men laughed... but Haleigh still looked stern. She ran her hands through her blonde hair, and gave the order to activate the new protocol immediately... though she wasn't sure why, she asked them to deny permission to Alexis for the time being....something was amiss with that woman and Haleigh didn't want her sneaking about Illustra like a spider. He guess was that with the way Alexis had been acting, she wouldn't even WANT to return to illustra. Haleigh had already been told the retrieval mission hadn't gone as planned... Zach had told her as much... he had also told her he ordered the men to stand down and return to CI... and that he'd explain when he got to her flat tonight. She'd been stretched too thin to even argue. She excused herself from the security room, some of her worries abated.

She let herself into her flat, taking off her shoes and collapsing into the couch. It was quiet all around her, and she numbly thought about the day, until the sounds of Zach and the dogs entering finally gave her distraction from the inevitable return to the last moment's of Morgan's life. Delta and Echo were both bounding with energy, and jumped up onto the sofa with Haleigh nuzzling her and licking her ears even as she pushed them away playfully.

"GROSS! Come'on... yeah yeah... i miss you both but i can do WITHOUT the kisses, thank you... Christ... the fuck? Zach.... did you give them ice cream again??"

Zach: "Why, no dear. I don't know WHATS gotten into them..." he said innocently.... Haleigh sensed he was just playing dumb... but she was too drained to press it. Echo rolled over in Haleigh's lap, and Delta, on the other side, sat so close to Haleigh she was nearly on top of her.... but at least they'd settled down. Zach took off his coat and shoes and came up behind the sofa and wrapped his arms around Haleigh, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Oh, about Miss Quartermaine... I didn't want them to make a scene... I've been monitoring her stats... her vitals are all normal... but there is something strange. Her brainwave patterns are completely different from those recorded for her. It's like looking at two different subjects."

"Did you see anything to suggest mental disease or defect? Maybe losing Morgan triggered a psychotic break." Haleigh offered, craning her neck to look back at him.

Zach: "No, nothing abnormal... what I'm seeing... is unprecedented... her THOUGHT PATTERNS have changed... its like.... you look at the kitchen counter, you think food. I look at the same counter and think sex. Its like SOMEONE ELSE is doing the thinking for her. Very Bizarre... but NOTHING akin to dissociative or psychotic anomalies. I pulled up the transmission in your office... definitely somehting you'll have to see for yourself."

Haleigh sighed... "I don't really want to deal with that right now... If possible, I think today was even worse than yesterday... I just want to unwind."

Zach nodded. He also smiled, recognizing that there was no better time than the present. "I have something to cheer you up with. I'll be right back. Close your eyes.... and no CHEATING with the security cameras." Haleigh looked skeptical but did as he asked... Delta and Echo seemed to get excited again. Haleigh could hear Zach walking out to her door, getting something from the hallway, and walking back to her, this time cirlcing round the couch until he was in front of her.

Zach sat on the coffee table, his heart pounding... he lowered his gift into her lap and told her to open her eyes. Would it work? Brighten her spirits a little? He didn't think he could bear seeing her tonight as she was last night.

Haleigh looked to her lap, the source of the weight Zach had suddenly dropped to her lap. She gasped, and immediately looked at Zach in disbelief before a decrepit smile broke the dull pain on her expression. He had dropped a slobbering, undeniably cute and surprisingly heavy Great Dane puppy into her lap. It wagged its tail excitedly, and Delta and Echo's behavior suddenly made sense. It was just so adorable, with huge paws and floppy ears, that Haleigh's mind was brought entirely away from the grim reality she was facing... and she felt her heart leap.

Zach:"She was the last of her litter... I saw her and couldn't resist. I thought about looking around at different places for a boy... but it was love at first sight. I know 'Foxtrot' is after Echo... and its not a very feminine name... but I just couldn't leave her after I saw her."

Haleigh looked up at Zach, a glimmer of happiness in her eyes. "I think I'll break tradition... and name her Morgan... that woman COULD always be a bitch if she wanted to." Haleigh said, giving a halfhearted chuckle. Zach knew instantly he'd cheered her up, if only a little. Hell, she'd cracked a joke... maybe his plan had worked even better than he thought. He took Haleigh's handed, and she squeezed his hand as she used her other to scratch behind the puppy's ears. As suddenly as it had come, though, Haleigh's smile faded. She looked up at Zach. He hadn't thought it the moment would be so shortlived, and was disappointed slightly. so much for his plan.

"Zach? I love you." Haleigh said abruptly. Zach smiled, squeezing her hand again. "Well, I love you too darling--" He started, not understanding why that was so earthshattering. But Haleigh cut him off... and her voice was more urgent than before. "No. I love you and I want to marry you."

Zach stared at her. Was she on drugs? "Sweetheart... are you sure? I mean, do you realize what you're saying?"

Haleigh seemed suddenly irritated, as if she felt she was being coddled like a child. "YES i'm sure. Morgan died... Prophet disappeared... and neither of them really knew how i felt about them... how much I cared... I don't want that between you and me... Heaven forbid, If I lose you... or if i die... I want to know that there was NO QUESTION about how much you meant to me. You're the one bright spot in all the darkness. Now, damn it, I don't want you to try and talk me out of this... I just want an answer."

Zach smiled, a sweet, tender, and what seemed [Haleigh felt] relieved smile. He reached up to the puppy's collar and turned it until the buckle showed... Haleigh followed his line of sight until she saw... in the place where the name tag ought to be, a thin string tied an engagement ring to the collar. "Guess you beat me to the punch."

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Haleigh stared out the panoramic windows of her sitting room... the puppy had also already gotten up, and was wandering around her apartment. It was gloomy outside, a reflection of her mood. She was already dressed in black, a feminine cut business suit, nothing showy. No need to steal the scene... Zach got out of the shower, and began putting on the three piece suit Haleigh had suggested he wear. Haleigh wondered how Delilah and Blaze were feeling this morning... she wasnt even going to mess with Alexis... she had an ominous feeling about Cameron. She prayed today would just go as planned... it was already awful enough without any interference.... she had a bad feeling about that too... it was probably too much to ask.
 
Church - Sharon's Funeral

:: Alexis had already slipped past Haleigh's security and was headed to Sharon's funeral. It intrigued the meta human how Haleigh's security was almost non-existent...how simple it was to leave the confines of Illustra. Haleigh wasn't a dumb woman, and Alexis knew she was slowly catching onto the changes occurring within her. But Haleigh wasn't a threat nor a concern to Alexis at the moment... ::

:: The limo pulled up along the church's entrance, and already there were news camera's taping the arrival of guests as they left their limos and entered the church. It was a dreary day; overcast and cloudy. Very typical, it seemed, that even the weather seemed to mirror the moods of the people who were mourning over Sharon Kelly. ::

:: As Robert, her driver, opened the limo door for her, Alexis placed a single exposed leg outside of the vehicle, planting her black ankle wrapped stiletto heals on the concrete sidewalk. Rising out of the car, camera's immediately turned to Alexis as she stepped into view. Wearing a simple red dress and a large circular rimmed black hat that cast a shadow along her face, Alexis began to walk forward and up the stairs to the church doors. Gripping her black clutch purse within her hand, she lifted it to an approaching photographer and turned her face away as he began to snap shots. Letting out a low sigh, the blonde finally reached the doors of the church and stepped inside to the dimly lit building. ::

:: Slowly walking down the long ails, Alexis' midnight eyes scanned from person to person as guests began to look at her and whisper. Lifting her chin ever so slightly, Alexis reached around the 15th row of pews before stopping. The first 10 rows were already filled to the rim, and the 11th and 12th were slowly beginning to fill as well. Deciding to keep her distance from the gossip and whispers, Alexis crossed her long legs and sat back, making herself comfortable. Well...as comfortable as one can make themselves during a funeral. ::
 
Soho- preparing to leave

<< Karen sat in front of her vanity. looking very solemn...almost stone faced. her hair was pulled back into a bun much like Alison's trademark style. she black wide rimmed gucci sun glasses that hid her eyes and provided a "mask" like effect for her face. she looked so stern. in fact she was weary from a night of painfull mourning for her own daughter. She wore a Black gem toned tailored donna karan blazer and skirt with black nylons and black donna karan pumps. a simple strand of the most exquisite pearls adorned her neck. she lowered a Black dupioni hat with black matte satin sash, double bow with short tails, and veiling to complete the look. The look of an elegant woman gripped with the pain of loss.>>


<< she sat and looked at herself in the mirror...the gucci sun glasses and the vieled hat, along with the elegant, feminine black suit made Karen look so different than what people were accustomed to seeing her. she didnt say a word...and moved much slower than usual.>>


<< Alison was in another part of the loft...making final arrangements for Alycia's protection.>>
 
Soho

:: Alison was standing by a window in the sun room wearing a Calvin Klein lingerie strapped, tastefully low cut, figure flattering black dress with slit up the side. bare legged, she wore four inch high heels designed by Jae Renee. it was a simple, yet non traditional black dress for a funeral. showcasing Alison's own ample cleavage and smooth, toned legs. Her hair was bone straight, parted down the middle and once again styled in a sleek bob which reached just above her shoulders.::

::holding her clutch, she talked on the cellphone with a Clandestine agent and instructed him about how to handle Alycia's transport. they would meet with Alycia and travel together to the cathedral and sit with the rest of the Six.::


::as Alison turned to see Karen emerged, she noted the doctor's elegant yet somber presentation. the two women were dressed so differently...yet the pain of loss was evident in both of them.::

Karen, it's time for us to leave...our transport is waiting for us down below. We'll pick up Alycia on the way and travel together. are you ready?

::Karen nodded silently as she picked up her own purse and adjusted her veil. the sound of the women's high heels could be heard as they walked across the hard wood floor toward the door. stepping out and closing the door behind them...they went on their way down to the Black luxury designed Escalade and boarded. heading off to pick up Alycia::
 
midway

:: Alycia stood tall. her feminine slender, naturally toned frame added to her intimidating presence. She was as tall as Alison and could walk in high heels better than someone women walked in flats. She also wore a tailored black Blazer of Escada design and a matching black skirt with a higher hemline. sheer black nylons and black Escada high heels adorned her long legs. Her hair was down and styled in a flawless wrap.::

:: Waiting quietly, she seemed lost in thought herself. Alycia would be announcing her resignitation from her post as ADA for the state of New York and After Sharon's funeral She would be performing one last service for the estate of Morgan Victoria before informing that team that she would be retiring to become a private citizen. She was leaving the life she had lived for so long but after everything that has happened, she was just too tired, too weary. She'd been receiving many obscene phone calls and hate mail from "anonymous" sources ever since she had CALLED OUT MysTech for their hand in Sharon Kelly's death. But the survielance tape, provided with her eye witness testimony had started the LONG overdue process that Sharon herself had been calling for...the INTENSE scrutiny of MysTech by all branches of federal law enforcement, the FBI, IRS , SEC and more. It was a bitter sweet victory...a telling blow to mystech...but at the cost of Sharon Kelly and Morgan Victoria. Alycia felt numb...even her breathing seemed shallow to her. She looked beautifull ....but she felt dead inside.::

::finally Alison and Karen arrived and Alycia was escorted out by a clandestine agent who was dressed in a dapper suit. helped into the escalade, Alycia greeted Alison with a hug and hello and Karen with a hello and a long embrace. she knew from the look of Karen that she too was in a world of pain....a mother mourning the loss of her only daughter.:

Alycia: ladies, you're looking very nice this morning. ::Alycia spoke with clarity but her tone was muted...the sadness affected them all.

:: as the women were seated again and comfortable, they were driven off. Alycia couldnt help but think about the night she and Sharon were riding in a limo...how they were being driven...before Master Mold attacked. she sat and starred out of the window...various images of that night and other memories of Sharon flashed through Alycia's mind as the trio were making their way to the cathedral.::
 
After spending time with Delilah for a while, Blaze decided to return to her old room. Delilah already confirmed she would be living in Morgan's penthouse to take care of Morgan's beloved felines. Walking into her old room, she shut the door behind her quietly.

Her green eyes observant to the small changes Delilah created, which she liked. Especially more of the European furniture. Walking into her bedroom, her heals clicking on the hard wood floors. She stopped when a small meow greeted her, Midnight. "Midnight!" She grinned, picking up the sleek black and white tabby. His fierce claws "needling" into her top with an infectious purr. He knew his owner when he saw her, it seemed Blaze was a magnet to all animals. Perhaps it was her animal magnetism, but even the most vicious beast froze at the sight of Blaze. Her slender fingertips stroking his soft fur. Carrying him into her walk in closet, she looked through her wardrobe.

Sighing under her breath, Blaze felt her lip quiver. Clamping down on the motion, she placed her kitty on the Queen size bed of hers. Her eyes washed along the mirror nicely tucked on her dresser. Leaning her palms against the dresser she stared into her reflection. Today was the day. Bowing her head, that anger swelling inside her body. Her fingertips bending at will into black claws. Clawing down her dresser she glanced back into the mirror, noticing her black eyes. Swinging her fist through the mirror, pain shot through her fist. A loud shattering scene of glass shards sprinkled around Blaze.

Midnight jumped at the sound before jumping off the bed, running out the bedroom. Blaze noticed the red trail of blood soaking her knuckles. Pain...it felt good in some masochist way. It was her way of believing she was alive and Morgan dead. A low growl vibrating her chest before swiping the glass off the dresser. Slamming her fist down against the wood, sending small cracks through it.

"Damn you, Morgan!" Tilting her head to the side in pain. Blaze couldn't shake this anger or sadness she felt. She was hardly in the mood to play dress up at all. She despised funerals and everything they stood for. She preferred to grieve in her own way.

Getting back to her closet, she pulled out a black and violet pin stripped business suit. Nodding approval, she began to undress. Her knuckles still bleeding, what happened to her healing factor? Yanking an old shirt from the closet she ripped it in two. Wrapping it around her knuckles, stabilizing the wound. Finally dressing, she kept her hair down and wavy. Her make - up dark and very smokey.

Stepping out of her apartment she hailed a cab. Paying the driver up front with the extra cash Delilah supplied her. Climbing out of the car, Blaze sucked in a breath buttoning up her suit. Her dark oval Calvin Klein sunglasses masking her predatory look inside her eyes. She recognized most of the guests.

Arriving inside the old cathedral she raised off her sunglasses. Her eyes scanning the old church. Spotting Alexis, she ran her tongue over her glossy lips. Her heals clicking against the smooth flooring. Purposely walking to the tenth row, she moved in to sit down next to her. Crossing one leg over the other. Leaning in her cool breath tickling Alexis' neck.

"Why you left me breathless in that elevator.." Pulling back she smirked. Tilting her head, her eyes falling over Alexis. Perking a curious brow, "you know...you ooze Helena....which...itsn't a bad thing at all." Looking straight ahead, Blaze lengthen her arms to move to the back of the bench, stretching out. Bandages across both knuckles.
 
[ Delilah stepped out of her Lexus and looked across the street at the church. She felt so detached from events - it didn't seem real that this was Sharon's funeral she would be attending. She wore a Tahari pinstriped suit with scalloped trim and Kate Spade sandals. She removed her black sunglasses before shutting the car door and proceeding to the church.

She looked inside quickly. Blaze was sitting with Alexis - what was that about? She decided to wait out in the fresh air for Alison and Karen to arrive. She wanted to see them before she took her seat. ]
 
at the cathedral

::as other mourners were arriving and slowly entering or gathered in small groups outsite...the media was ever present...but even they kept themselves in a more controlled manner. that was until they realized Alycia Barnett had arrived. Alison stepped out of the back seat of the escalade, adjusting her figure flattering dress while clandestine agents helped Karen and Alycia out.::

::flashbulbs and shutters starting going off as reporters swarmed forward to try to get pictures of an elegantly attired Alycia. the Clandestine agents shielded her as best they could and bulled their way through the crowd while Alison held Karen's hand and walked side by side with her.::

Look, there's Delilah at the top of the steps to the cathedral. We can meet with her.

::as the group made their way through...reporters insisted on shouting out questions to Alycia about her reaction to Sharon's death..and the evidence that implicates MysTech's involvement. the clandestine agents keep everyone approaching Alycia at bay...as they make it to Delilah. Alison takes a moment to look at the fresh faced Delilah. They hadnt seen each other since the end of the Master Mold caper. She gently takes Delilah's hand and squeezes it.::

Delilah.....are you okay...at the moment?

Alexis and Blaze are here already....::courtesy of being a Seer:: and Haleigh will be arriving with Zach shortly.


::Alison's cold toned voice was softer than usual.::
 
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the cathedral steps

<< Karen stepped out of the Escalade with a helping hand from a CI agent. as the wind blew a bit..she made sure her circular rimmed hat w/veil was secure and adjusted her black gem toned tailored blazer. as the CI agents rallied around Alycia to keep her safe from the pushy press, Karen walked with Alison>>

They are RELENTLES! even at Senator Kelly's funeral they want to try to have some impromptu question and answer session with Alycia about the tragic events that took Sharon's life?

<< from behind the veil and the large black rimmed gucci sunglasses, Karen scoffed with contempt for the media. it was clear she was mildly agitated right now..and understandibly so. As Alison pointed Delilah at the top of the cathedral steps, Karen looked to see her as well. Karen had always been like a "favorite" aunt to Delilah. She watched Delilah grow up to become a remarkable young woman...and a trusted friend of Morgan's. it did Karen's heart good to see this woman, as well as Alison...at this time of loss>>

<< meeting Delilah up at the top of the steps>>

Delilah! honey its good to see you again....<<embracing Delilah in a warm hug....>> its just unforunate...the reason.....

<< Karen didnt finish. Delilah would know what she meant...this funeral...as well as the b usiness of attending the reading of Morgan's will>>

<<hearing Alison note that Alexis and Blaze where inside....Karen twinged with surprise...and felt her agitation level rise>>

.....Alexis...and BLAZE? << she stopped herself...and regained composure...looking back to see Alycia arriving up the steps to join them>>

Once inside...we'll all sit together.
 
Chruch

:: With her eyes focused ahead, the moment Alexis felt Blaze's presents next to her, Alexis shifted her glance up to the standing woman giving her a cold, unapproving look. Rolling her midnight orbs away as Blaze took a seat next to the meta human, Alexis casually kept her eyes focused forward feeling her cold breath dance along her neck. Left her breathless....? Well that was one way of putting it. Running her tongue along the front of her teeth, Alexis suddenly grew stiff at Blaze's comment about her "oozing Helena". Fire began to grow in the pit of her stomach...being compared to her aunt was like a sharp knife slowly being dug and twisted into her side. It was never wise to do so.. ::

"Isn't it a shame that we finally have you back on the team....and Morgan's dead? It's funny how the powers that be work...you never know who'll come back....and who'll be taken away."

:: Turning to Blaze as she stood from the pew, Alexis moved past the woman with ease then stopped in the ail. Looking down at her, Alexis sighed. ::

"Life's a gamble like that I suppose...."

:: Walking forward, Alexis took a seat about four pews ahead of where she was sitting. She wasn't in the mood, nor had the patients for Blaze's lack of tact and ability to hold her tongue. Saeted next to an elder couple, Alexis re-crossed her legs and waited for the service to begin. ::
 
back outside at the entrance of the cathedral

:: a day she'd never thought she'd see....not like this. Alycia exits the safety of the Escalade and is bombarded by the din of reporters calling her name over and over again, flashbulbs going off, shutters clicking....::

Alycia......Alycia.....Ms. Barnett!!....Alycia.....you're reaction to Senator Kelly's death?....Alycia.....what about your accusations against Mystech......Alycia...Alyciaaaaaaa!......

::tall and svelt, but still feminine in form, Alycia felt herself being jostled a bit as the throng of reporters and photographers pushed in. For the first time...instead of facing them head on..Alycia attempted to SHIELD herself with her black clutch. She was not here for them. She was here for dear friend Sharon..to honor her memory with those who respected and cared for her.....::

:: she refused to acknowledge the constant calling of her name or the questions being shouted out....as the Clandestine Agents shielded her with their bodies and helped her through the crowd. it all seemed to happen in slow motion for her..it seemed to take forever to make this media gauntlet up to the steps...as she blocked it out. she was weary of so much...one of many reasons why she would stun the press and the Six with an announcement later today after the funeral/memorial service was over and after she performed her final task on behalf of Morgan.::

reaching the others...the NYPD now began blocking off the entrance to the cathedral itself...Alycia had time to collect herself as she was now standing with Alison, Karen and Delilah..

Hello Delilah....it's good to see you again.

::Alycia smiled as best she could but there was a sadness in her eyes. Sharon's death hurt her to her heart...and for the first time since Delilah had met this strong, ball busting woman...Alycia looked so hurt.::

Well....we're all here, shall we go inside, together?
 
[ Delilah gave Alison's hand a squeeze in return. Though she had needed to be alone in the time immediately following the fight with Master Mold, being with the others now did her heart good. She smiled a little at Alison and responded to her question. ]

"I'm...getting by. Better, I'm doing better."

[ She moved to hug Karen. And though she wanted to comfort the doctor, it was as if some of the weight was lifted off of Delilah's shoulders. She saw that Karen couldn't bring herself to say Morgan's name. She put a hand on Karen's arm. ]

"No, I know. I've missed you."

[ Hearing Karen's surprise at hearing Blaze's name. ]

"Yep - Blaze is back again. Not sure how that happened. But she is."

[ Delilah turned her smile to Alycia as the attorney greeted her. ]

"Nice to see you too, Alycia."

[ Delilah nodded at her suggestion that they enter the church. ]
 
Full of fire and vigor, Blaze grinned to herself. She felt the fire inside Alexis grow at the Helena comment. Wasn't revenge sweet? She cackled under her breath before straightening up. Her eyes filing up into those blue orbs, curious to see what Alexis had in store. Alexis' childish comment was so typical, but she struck a comeback of her own.

"It is, which means I'll be harassing you more often Pollyanna. Yes...Morgan is gone but she'll still be more powerful than a skanky dust bunny such as yourself, even if she is..dead."

Her lips twisting into a demented smile at the Meta Human. Standing up, her height around the same as Alexis. "Awww, was it something I said peaches? By the way...love the outfit its so...1960."

Winking slyly, she sat back down. Crossing one leg over the other, she shook her head. "Poor bitch she needs to get laid." Another older woman glaring at Blaze. Leaning forward she whispered so only the woman could hear, "old crown you better turn that nasty little glare of yours into a smile before I knock you off that bench so hard you won't know what hit you!"

The old woman's features froze as Blaze turned to hear the old cathedral door opening. Her hunter green eyes noticing the others. She caught Delilah's sky blue eyes, motioning her over.
 
"No... let her go... just watch her."

Haleigh said, still staring out into the gray. She had been referring to Alexis, who had just shown up at the funeral... Haleigh had been contacted, her field agents at the church had spotted Alexis wlaking in and wanted to know if she was still to be apprehended. But Haleigh had spent a good hour or so last night looking at the brainwaves Zach had been talking about. Indeed... something within her mind was... not quite right... Haleigh wanted to keep her distance... a tactical move that would allow her to see just WHO was doing Alexis' thinking... and where it would lead.

Zach came out, wearing black save for a white tie, tucked into his black vest. Haleigh didn't move. Her voice was dull and saddened. Unlike Karen and Blaze, who couldn't bring themselves to speak Morgan's name for fear it would cement her death, Haleigh used her name as much as she could for fear that not using it would allow her to slip further away.

"I hate this gloomy weather... I wish it was thunderstorm and get it over with... It would if Morgan were still alive... the weather always seemed tailored to her moods... If she were here... mourning Sharon with us... the weather would be more exciting."

He pulled on his jacket and wrapped his arms around Haleigh, kissing her neck and taking her left hand. He lifted it up to look at the ring there, on the all-important finger, and kissed the back of her hand as he offered words of encouragment.

Zach:"It'll all be okay... you'll see. It'll get better. Everything will turn out alright in the end."

Haleigh stared out into the window for only a second longer. She too admired the engagement ring and felt a slight, but fleeting, glimmer of something other than grief. "I wish I had your Faith, love." She responded glumly.

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They arrived together in a black Aston Martin coupe, and Zach came round to offer a hand to Haleigh as she got out. She took his hand in hers and stepped out of the passenger side of the sports car, cradling two bouquets of white roses in her other hand....no doubt everyone would assume one was from Zach and one from Haleigh.. but in truth, they were joint offerings from the both of them-- one for Sharon... and one secretly for Morgan.

Haleigh saw the others at the top of the stairs... Alycia was trying to avoid the reporters and th other women were greeting each other. Alycia suggested they all go in, and they began to... but the reporters were still fighting for a scoop. Zach helped Haleigh part through the throng of flashing cameras. She looked round, satisfied to see some of her men posted around. Two of them stood guard at the entrance and were preventing the reporters from making the interior of the church a circus as well. Haleigh and Zach stopped as they reached the doors, and turned around to face the small mob. Her expression was bland, devoid of any real emotion, a polite smile fixed on her lips as though it were a part of the makeup she'd applied this morning. Her composure like an inpenetrable stone wall. The crowd began to quiet... they recognized Haleigh, but none seemed to want anyone's statement except Alycia's, and they all collectively seemed to wonder why Haleigh was about to address them. Her voice was quiet and commanding, steady, firm and heard above everything else going on.

"On behalf of Senator Sharon Kelly and those friends and family members she left behind, I want to thank you all for coming here to cover her funeral. Unfortunately, the service is about to begin and only those invited are welcome inside the church. I trust you can all find your way to your car... if not, I'm sure these gentlemen here will help escort you." She said sternly, gesturing to a small assembly of four of her men, who all looked the Navy SEAL part. She pivoted on her heel and spoke inaudibly to one of the men guarding the double doors. As her and Zach walked through the threshold, the two guards closed the church's double doors, shutting the reporters completely out of the ceremony.

"Are you armed?" Haleigh whispered to Zach, who promptly shook his head. Haleigh discreetly equipped him with a concealed sidearm in a holster on his hip. "You never know... with some of these people." She continued quietly, as her and Zach approached where the rest of the gang were.
 
The cathedral- The service

<< as Delilah, Alison, Dr. Victoria and Alycia began to enter the church itself, they turned back to see Haleigh and Zach not to far behind them. Much to their surprise, Haleigh addressed the throng of reporters but she did so in a manner that acknowledged them and asked them to respect the situation and with that...the entrance to the church was now sealed off.....or so it seemed. There would be one last arrival who would not be denied entry.>>

<<at the moment, Haleigh and Zach managed to join the other women...because of Alycia, they gained special seating toward the front. Seated all together in a row...a beautiful yet haunting selection was played on the massive pipe organ which seem to blend in with the decorum of the massive, barrel vaulted cathedral. one voice could be heard singing in concert with the organ's melody. those in attendance of the funeral remained quiet for the most part, reading the beautifull programme celebrating the life of Sharon that was given out or looking ahead at the beautiful memorial over looking a coffin with an american flag drapped over it. U.S. Marines stood on either side of the coffin wearing their ceremony uniform garb.>>

<< after a time...it seemed the service was about to begin...but at the back of the church and outside the double doors, a woman arrived and was attempting to gain access>>
 
The Cathedral- late arrival

::a tall woman strode up to the steps with a lofty air about her as she brushes past some guards::


::standing now at the top of the steps...the blocks and Navy SEAL specialty CI agents bar her way in...::

::noticeably standing out wearing a Donna Karan WHITE silk stretch wrap jacket which gives a playfull peek of her perky cleavage, along with a white air silk stretch pencil skirt. Bare legged, her firm, smooth legs were supported by white soft patent and webbing cage high heeled sandals. she wore a white large circular rimmed hat which cast an intimidating shadow over her opal blue eyes. she also wore white circular rimmed versace sunglasses which were entirely opaque in the lens.::

::the woman was impeccibly dressed and looked ravishing but just WHO she was couldnt be determined::

::in a cold, haunting voice::

I'm here to pay my respects to Senator Kelly, kindly let me pass.

::she stood, with her white silk clutch in hand...and waited. when the guards refused to move, the woman stepped up and was now FACE TO FACE with the leader of the four::

you WILL let me pass

::an white halo formed around the heads of the guards...as they eyes rolled and turned solid white with no visible pupils or irises. they immediately complied with an almost drone like response...and let the woman pass. as she passed by, the halos flickered off...and left the men with massive headaches as they wondered what happened and where the woman had gone.::

::for her part...the woman laughed softly as she strode into the church...her high heels clicking on the mosaic stone floors and causing some people to turn around and behold this stunning woman dressed in all white. she kept walking...till finding ALEXIS QUATERMAINE..and she began to slid into the row of that pew, seating herself easily next to the young meta human. Alexis couldnt help but take notice of this well put together woman who dripped with confidence and the sexiness of woman in her prime::

::she snapped her finger for a programme and once she received one, she crossed her legs at the knee and looked it over.::

::noticing Alexis looking at HER, the woman turned and caught her in mid gaze::

Do you have a problem?

::the woman's tone was whispered but still direct. she looked like she could do something TERRIBLE to Alexis if she was provoked...::
 
With the others now arrived, the service could begin. Blaze still kept herself in the back row for a reason. If anything she was denying this whole turn of events. Her green eyes filled with a few tears but she blinked them back. It was a beautiful service for Sharon Kelly, especially with the vast arrangements of flowers and other bouquets.

A commanding feminine voice broke through her attention. Tilting her head to the side to anchor her ear to listen more accurately. With the doors closed, it was difficult for anyone to pass. Light began to pour into the church with the large doors opening to reveal a statuesque blonde. Turning her neck, her eyes tracing the blonde, noticing the extra step in confidence and her all white attire. Perking a brow, Blaze shook her head with amusement.

There always had to be one person fashionable late, this mysterious woman was it. But as Blaze studied her more, she frowned at the section the woman sat. She was almost silently praying the blonde struck Alexis in the jaw.

The mutant herself began to fidget in her seat. Running a hand through her wavy chocolate locks. Nibbling on her lower lip, Morgan's scream sending chills coursing through her body. Shutting her eyes, Blaze tried to compose herself. She didn't want to draw attention to herself by suddenly leaving the church.

The Elder's voice rolling inside her head, You cannot interfere. Bounding to her feet, Blaze side stepped a few people. Walking firmly toward the exit, she stepped out of the door. Her heart beat rising to new dangerous levels. Haleigh's men studying her carefully.

Reaching inside her suit pocket for her pack of cigarette's. Placing one inside her mouth she grabbed her purple lighter. Flicking it on with clouds of smoke surrounding the mutant. Walking off to the side walk, blowing a few inches of smoke from her glossy lips.

Caressing her pendent Morgan gave her for Christmas, Blaze quietly waited for the service to conclude.
 
:: Allowing her eyes to scan over the program distributed among the guests at the funeral, all was quiet until the massive church doors were once again heard opening. Not bothering to turn and see who had entered, Alexis turned the program over skimming the words for anything slightly interesting. But alas, there was nothing. Letting out a heavy sigh, Alexis felt a body sit next to her which immediately grabbed her attention. ::

:: Looking to the woman in white, a single brow rose as an amused smirk appeared on the blonde's lips. White hat, white outfit, white everything...well, how attention getting. Watching as the woman turned to her and questioned if Alexis had a problem, she simply redirected her eyes forward. ::

"No, I was just....momentarily blinded by your outfit."

:: With a subtle, amused smile spread across her lips, Alexis couldn't help but get a kick out of the fact that she wasn't the only woman dressed drab and all in black. ::
 
the service concludes

<< even as the mystery woman in white sized up the young meta human...smirking at the impertinent remark made by her, the services continued on...with the priest having everyone stand to lead them in prayer and offering a solemn greeting. the services went on as guest speakers honored Sharon's memory with 2 minute remarks. the service was a beautiful tribute to Sharon's memory and as her fellow seantors and colleagues from Capitol Hill, along with Alycia stood and honored her one last time. The priest returns and finishes the services and performs the final eulogy and prayer...blessing the congregation one last time before the organ postlude. The folding of the flag on Sharon's casket was followed by presenting it to her closest friend and confidant...Alycia [since her own family had preceeded her in death] >>

<<as the formal procession begins as the military personnell performed their duty as pall bearers...followed by Alycia and other close friends and colleagues, then the rest of the congregation. white doves were released outside the cathedral as the haunting bells tolled in the air all around everyone....the wind was blowing just a bit.>>

<< now the members of the six and their allies were now outside watching as the Casket was being loaded into the hearse. the bells still tolled in Sharon's honor and the members of the six were left to reflect for a few moments on the service and sharon's memory before they faced ANOTHER unfortunate task today.>>
 
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