687 Bad News

A couple of minutes after they left the Mutant Office, the massive door opened again and a young woman with crimson shoulder-length hair and irises walked fearlessly down the hall. She had a short black horn arched over the left side of her forehead and with each step her heavy, but tight fitting mythril armor clanked noisily, heralding with great pomp her entrance.

The chatter and laughter died down instantly, as soon as the mutants present recognized who they were dealing with. It was so quiet that one could only hear the flies buzzing around. A reddish glint flashed fleetingly in her eyes and the buzzing died down as well.

'Aisling, what is she doing here?! Shouldn't she be attending the Council? '