Neo
"Fuck". Neo whispers under her breath.
Her powers have dropped everything in her room and she stands still for a moment, thinking about the events which have just taken place. The screeching sounds of cars and sirens down in the street below indicate that Otto is surely dead as a doornail; Neo finds no need to have to tilt her head out of the window to assure herself of this.
Without hesitation, Neo grabs her handgun which she has hidden underneath her bed and shoves it in her jacket pocket. She is wearing a rather lazily put together combination of some black cargo trousers, a grey shirt and a black jacket. She slips on a pair of shoes before heading into the living room where she takes her laptop and shoves it into its case, along with its charger. After taking some cash and a secret bank card which she had stored in a locked cupboard, a key pin on the front, Neo hurries out the front door.
She speeds down the stairs and takes the back exit out of the building, not wanting to be seen by the pedestrians out front. Neo hurries out of the general area and finds a library where she heads in and takes a seat.
It's quite enough for her to collect her thoughts so she pulls out her laptop and does something that she knows is probably idiotic in every fashion known to human kind. Neo looks up the one person she knows in all of New York. Kate Bishop. 'Ah yes, what a genius idea. Track down the random hookup that you had last night and turn up at her house'. Neo thinks to herself. She types in Kate's name and the results show the familiar girls' face. 'Huh, she's got a pretty high status'. Usually, it would take a few minutes on google images to find someones face whereas with Kate it appears as if her family has quite the media presence. 'Kate Bishop, daughter of Eleanor Bishop and Derek Bishop. Her father is deceased. Her mother is the CEO of Bishop Security. Not much import information. Residence, Penthouse Floor of the Bishop Apartment Block Tower. Bishop Apartment Block Tower? A bit on the nose but whatever. At least it's an address'. Neo takes her phone out and checks the time. Would Kate even be in? She did mention something about a meeting with her mum. Whatever, it's gonna take a century to get up there anyways. Neo slams the laptop shut and heads off on her way.
After about a solid hour of searching for this apartment building, Neo finally spots it. Now, what would she say? 'Yeah, it's gonna be really weird if I just turn up there isn't it? "Oh hey Kate how're you doing? How did I find you? I just tracked you down over the internet and located your mothers' apartment. Nothing too complicated"'.
Neo takes a deep breath and presses the buzzer. After about a minute, a woman's voice speaks through the cracked speaker. "We don't do salesmen here, sorry".
"Oh, no, I'm not a salesperson. I'm a friend of Kate's". Neo awkwardly responds.
"Kate has friends?" The woman responds.
"Uh...kinda".
The door opens up and Neo heads inside. She takes the elevator up to the penthouse floor and is let into a massive apartment. Neo's eyes widen slightly at the magnitude of it. She's temporarily distracted until an older woman, well dressed with her hair straightened smoothly, approaches her. "How can I help you?"
"Are you a Bishop?" Neo asks with a bit of hope in her voice. The woman tilts her head. "Not like the God kinda Bishop. A member of the Bishop family?"
"I'm Eleanor Bishop. You said that you were a friend of my daughter?" She raises an eyebrow.
"Uh...well...kind of. To a degree. Yeah. Sure. We're friends". Neo gets out. "Is she here?"
"Kate is currently revising for her next exam in her room. I'd rather she be left undisturbed". Eleanor crosses her arms. "May I ask your name?"
"Oh yeah, of course. Neo. Neo Alianova". She offers out her hand to the woman who shakes it.
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