Ant-Girl

Meet the team

...August 8th...2015...

Robert Tangton had no idea why he was called in to this place. Well, more like taken here!  He was serving out a four year prison sentence for driving under the influence and using his power to make fog to cloud the cop's view creating a major pile up two years ago. Tangton taps his fingers on the table with one hand on the side of his face.

The door behind Tangton opens.

Tangton turns the rolling chair towards the door.

A seductive woman from Brazil walks in.

"OooOooh," Tangton said, recognizing the woman. "Aren't you the lady on the run?"

Isabella Koffer, age 28, has the power of reading mind and speaking through mind.

Isabella lacks a voice since childhood because of an accident in her father's lab.

"Shut it," Isabella thought.

"No wonder you were a wanted woman!" Tangton said. "You are a 'mind' speaker."

Isabella rolls her eyes coming to a chair.

"And you are the cloud conjurer," Isabella thought in retort.

Tangton smiles folding his arms.

"I prefer to be called The Fog Maker," Tangton said. "Call me 'Foggy'."

"No," Isabella thought back, frowning. "Why are you here?"

"I dunno," Tangton said. "What about you?"

"I have a immunity for a murderer I am testifying against,"  Isabella thought. "And I have to be part of a team in exchange for my immunity."

"....Murderer?" Tangton repeats, surprised.

"Mind reader, duh," Isabella thought, sitting down in a chair across from Tangton. She points at the side of her temple. "I can only do so much to convince ordinary people I am speaking by moving my lip with nothing coming out."

"Well, that is confusing," Tangton said.

"And easy to do," Isabella thought.

The door opens with a squeak drawing Tangton and Isabella's attention.

"Hello," Patrick Andrew said.

Patrick is a thirty-three year old man capable of 'changing' his appearance at will but he can only change to people as his power is not extended to mimicking aliens and monsters. Patrick has his big manly hands in his pockets. He has a distinctive scar on his chin in the shape of an 'x'. Anyone can tell this man had recently shaved.

"Why are you here?" Isabella bitterly thought in her question.

Patrick has a shrug.

"Beats me," Patrick said. "Memo I got that in exchange for freedom of my crimes I have to be part of this 'assembly'."

"You are the man responsible for so much hell," Isaballa thought standing up, glaring right at Patrick.

Patrick sighs, lowering his head rolling his eyes and shook his head.

"Mine is smaller than what that arrogant god did in New York," Patrick said, raising his head back up towards the two. "Mine is professional, and that god is unprofessional in mayhem. His attack on New York was just icing on the cake!"

"I can't believe you were invited!" Isabella thought in fury.

"Unlike you, I wasn't 'invited'," Patrick said, in a gentlemen like tone. "I was fetched here."