Sylvia Atlanta

You empty the magazine, aiming at a target 25 yards away. The shots echo in the empty room, and there is no answer from the paper. You press the button and it slowly begins to come forth, showing evidence of your remarkable expertise.

You were admittedly nervous. Tomorrow you would have a final interview to enter SHIELD, a lifelong dream that you had since you heard hearing your grandpa telling you his spy tales. Of course, he was half crazed and served in the wrong side, but that didn't stop you of dreaming and doing your best to reach where you are now.

Methodically, you unload your weapon and check each component. You focus on the task, not taking it for granted. There is nothing wrong, so you load the pistol again, clicks the safety pin, and host it again.

"Sylvia Atlanta, Code-name Atlanta" you say as you look at yourself on the mirror. The reflection of an admittedly gorgeous brunette faced back, with all her strong confidence, keen intelligence and ruined make over, thanks to no small amount of perspiration. You shake your head and turn on the tap water, washing your hands and face.

Your mild telepathy warned you someone came in. "Maria Hill" you gasp in surprise and turn briskly, surprised to find yourself face to face with SHIELD's acting director.

"Director Hill" She corrects. The short haired woman is carrying a folder, and you dont need to touch her mind again to know it is your file.

"Sylvia Atlanta. Daughter of the infamous Dr Atlanta, of the AIM." You didn't try to hide your heritage from SHIELD, it would have been foolish anyway. Hill continued on, as if she was running a checklist.

"Mutant." A very dirt word still, but you knew SHIELD employed at least some mutants and super heroes. "Telepath" this one was a far dirtier word in a world of secrets and deceit. You learned earlier not to tap too deeply in agents minds, for even if you could take their secrets from them, you had no illusions that they could likewise notice if you learnt too much. "You started the program at the bottom of the class, but you rose to the top"

"I am a quick learner" It was true. You used your telepathy to learn how to do things, and this knowledge remains with you afterwards.

"You are a healer" she continued on her list. While you did have some talent in telepathy, healing was your strongest power. In the hands of an evil genius like your father, you could have become a terrifying creator of genetic monstrosities, but you somehow learned morals he never had. That, and your grades were the reason you were so confident they were going to accept you, regardless of all the negatives in your file. You smile.

Maria Hill is pure ice. She says "we don't have time to play the drill. You eavesdropped enough people's memories to know it. You depart immediately" She opens the file and reveals a thicker bunch of papers, which she handles to you. "This is your mission."