Changing The Hand Thats Been Dealt..

The Ace of hearts

A day it took to sort out things, collect a few owing debts with persuasions of course with the local low lives and such nothing a few idle threats and fewer swings of the fist didn't fix, surprisingly in the last two years she had gained quite the reputation but with her past, she wasn't surprised, it's amazing how afraid of people could be when your a child of a murderer, after selling off a few odds and ends she no longer needed and put the cash in her basic account she was ready.

Talia found herself glancing around the studio apartment with a slight grimace, she wouldn't be getting the deposit back on this one that was for sure, not with the mess she was leaving in a hurry to get back to central city... And here she thought Dr Harrison Wells shipping her to the UK was in the best interest to them both, yet here he was asking for her to come back and help the man out, in truth she knew he needed it being impulsive and everything... And just why was this Joe west a detective so interested in her foster father now? Wasn't it some fifteen years ago Eobard killed Nora, it was a year or so before Talia came into the picture and Eobard became Harrison...it wasn't like Eobard was prancing around as the reverse flash was it... the first step in her mind was changing detective Joe Wests mind...

With a sigh, she grabbed her black duffle and blue backpack, the duffle had all her clothing and trinkets not that she had much hell she wasn't one of them prissy stuck up princesses that's for sure, her main wear was jeans or combats, t-shirts with slight Gothic feel the skull look so to speak, and a no-fear company fanatic!

The backpack had the proof, the proof Harrison Wells raised her for them needing more convincing than most others in part she was covering all bases no way was she allowing them to be caught out by some detective or other...let the games begin!

Closing the door she headed down the stairs of the warehouse apartment, the cold brisk air of the British autumn greeted her as she walked down the street towards the train station she was just glad she lived in the city! Her upper back brunette length hair bounced in her high ponytail as she strode along the street, her hazel eyes watching the many people heading towards jobs and such she was just glad she wasn't small within the bumper car city that was bustling, all five foot seven inches stood out slightly on the crowd as well athletic yet not over the top muscles but surprisingly compared to eobard thawne she was small.

Stopping at the ticket office she waited for the teller to call her number it didn't take to long sidetracking her from her plotting and planning "single to London closest to Heathrow Airport if possible" Talia asked as she leaned on the counter via her elbows, the teller in her mind was a boring old git with not a smile to encounter in a million years.

It didn't take long till her ticket was in hand, and she was walking through the ticket gate towards her platform, through all this she was planning, from her entrance to the exit, how she would greet the people who Harrison worked with...

She knew of Cisco Ramon and Dr Caitlin Snow so it wouldn't be too hard she just needed to put faces to names, Barry Allen well...he was different, she had studied the future that Eobard came from yes it may create a paradox but hell she loved a challenge...huh she was a paradox if you thought of it, if eobard didn't do what he did they would have never met she'd probably be dead...correction she would be dead.... her next plan was simple the intro, would she play it cool? cocky? Intelligent? Or hide her intelligence oh so many bloody choices and so little time...

Before she knew it the conductor was on the blower declaring her train has arrived at the airport, finding a seat was easy enough stowing her bags, on the other hand, wasn't but nothing a hard shove and a grateful smile to a stranger who helped got the work done.

As she sat she was looking out the window with a sigh a plan of sorts entered her mind for entering the group, Entered her mind for entering the group, it was risky for little sleep she had the last few days and for the little sleep she would have the next few days...but... who wouldn't take pity on a young...woman/child looking for her foster father it was perfect in a way... Her head resting on her chin looking out at the fast passing view another question entered her mind would she miss the UK? She would have to deal with him, Jacob bloody Bentley who had trafficked her when she was six to the USA...in a way she should thank the prat for it, she wouldn't have met Eobard otherwise... oh she could wait to deal with Jacob Bentley first she needed to help Dr Harrison Wells... Yet would she enjoy the task ahead of her she had to ask herself?.. Oh! Yes!