Voyage dans le temps en France

A Prodigy Notice went out to available members, containing a request for some special individuals to be present at a science experiment in France in the next 12 hours. A simple guard and observe duty, as the scientist was concerned over rumors of religious anti-nuclear protesters.

One of the people was fresh faced arms-master Diana Mendoza, formerly the mercenary Blood Sword and now just some martial artist with no official alias. Yet. In short notice, on Prodigy's large lawn, a  high-tech VTOL jet sporting the French flag was picking up Diana and company. She anguished over what to wear, and settled on her yellow jumpsuit, plus a matching yellow jacket for cold weather. Yes, Diana was doing Kill Bill.

Once the jet opened its bay doors, the Prodigy folk were greeted by a French Nun... or rather, a shapely blonde lady who wore half a nun's outfit, worn over body armor, and packing a sword on her back. She wore a domino mask.

"Bonjour mes amis americains! Je suis le guerrier religieuse Arya!" She said with a most cheery and french demeanor to the heroes.

"Uhhh... I'm going to assume you said hello. uh.. sister." Diana said, her instinctively catholic respect for nuns emerging as she got on the plane. It was small and sleek, and was lacking in amenities save for the eight empty seats and boxes of plane food. This plane was designed to go fast...

"Oui, oui! quiconque est long à venir?" She asked, once again Diana looking at her with silence as she guessed what she might've said.

Chase ran into the Prodigy mansion and collapsed on his bed. After his trip to Belarus, he wanted nothing more to just sleep. Before doing so, he grabbed his phone and commanded Siri tell him all his updates.

After waiting an excruciatingly long time in his eyes, Siri started talking about a Prodigy mission. Since he joined, he hadn't done much for the group, so Chase felt obligated to go on it. How hard could it be, right?

Barely catching the jet -- and by barely, making it with more than a surplus amount of time while clocking his speeds -- Chase laid back in his chair. If I thought the trip to Belarus was long, this plane ride is going to take forever... To his luck, he drifted to sleep within the first thirty minutes of when the jet took flight.

When the jet had landed, a flight attendant woke Chase up from his slumber. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he followed a girl in a yellow jumpsuit off the plane, where a nun scared the shit out of him. He couldn't understand what she was saying, so instead of paying attention, he decided he would concern himself with the body armor and the sword she was carrying underneath her outfit.

Diana looked over to see Chase the speedster pass Arya without even returning her embrace and cheek kisses. He had simply strapped into a chair and dozed off.

"Uh, hello to you too." She said, sitting closer to the bay doors with French Girl and getting out her device to help her get a conversation going.

NEW YORK

The Jet zipped over from the west coast to the east coast in under a couple of hours, the interior of the craft a constant low hum, but Diana was able to grasp a little french with the help of her Phrases App. She looked out the window and saw that they were flying over New York, the sky overhead cold and gray. When Arya stood up to open the bay doors, a blast of chilly wind filled the passenger area, causing Diana to zip up her yellow jacket.

Arya lowered the rope ladder to the roof of the building where they were to rendezvous with a third member, the renegade Radical, who was a friend of one of the scientists in France. There was no convenient place to set the jet down, so they had to do it this way.

the weights on the end of the Rope Ladder hits the roof with a thud, welcoming Radical to hang on while they reeled the ladder in. As usual, the warrior nun greeted the heroes enthusiastically with an embrace and cheek kisses. which left Diana confused and slightly uncomfortable.

"Uh... hey sleepy head, we're not in France yet. This is New York." Diana said, polite as she could, when Chase stood up and headed for the bay doors... while they were several hundred feet in the air over the new York skyline.

Chase suddenly woke up, terrified and standing in front of the bay door. What the hell was I doing? he thought to himself as he shamefully walked back to his seat. Not knowing when nor where this sleep-walking habit originated, he refused to fall back asleep, terrified of the thought that no one had woken him up and gracious to the other Prodigy member.

Rapidly eating fancy peanuts in the eyes of everyone but himself, Chase observed  the bay door to see a man in a full body suit come in without turning his head, shuddering due to a frightening reminder. A couple minutes after he had sat down, Chase turned to the two other passengers and went "We'll be working together and we have a couple hours, so we might as well introduce ourselves." Chase rose his hand in a slight waving motion. "Hi, I'm Chase, the dumbass that nearly walked out of a moving plane."

Nailed it.

600 FEET ABOVE NEW YORK

"Je fais très bien. Toutefois , l'un de nos clients est endormi. (I am doing quite well. However, one of our guests is asleep...)" Arya said, pointing to Chase, as he just stopped himself from walking out the plane. Arya would've stopped him anyway.

"Well, hope we won't have to stay on a plane for the mission." Diana retorted, seeing Chase recover from his near fumble of falling out of the plane.

Again Diana was a bit perplexed at the kissing thing. It was some cultural habit, by her guessing. Their third guest was this... cyber rambo... armed to the teeth. He looked like someone to not mess with. Someone Diana would definitely spar against.

"I'm Diana Mendoza. I uh... don't have an alias yet. But I do have the outfit." She does this silly thumbs up gesture to Seth and Chase, her yellow jacket showing her to be a fan of martial arts. The bag she had even had a pair of hardwood nunchucks in the side pouch for easy access. Always eager and confrontational, she eyes Seth's bow. "You good with that thing?" She asked, like a challenge.

"Eh bien , tout le monde est installée, nous pouvons aller maintenant . Capitaine , nous prendre à Calais . Il y a de la nourriture et des boissons dans la glacière aussi. (Well then, everyone is settled in, we can go now. Captain, take us to Calais. There's food and drinks in the cooler too.)"

Arya moves toward the side of the plane with all the food and drinks, and hands out some bread, cheese, dried meats and some juices or wine- no American junk foods or sodas here.

"Oui, affirmative, Arya." a voice on the PA system affirmed the order, the pilot taking the Jet up up and away to cruising speed high above the stratosphere.

IN TRANSIT

The flight would take them to near space, the curvature of the earth almost visible right outside the window. The hum of the engines was replaced by silence, as the atmosphere was almost nil right outside. Diana took a moment to take pictures of the view, then selfies with the view. Then there were moments of zero gravity, which she also took the time to enjoy like a kid, her tough girl image melting away as she bounced around the passenger area. Anyone who didn't enjoy Zero-G would be known as a boring killjoy forever.

If asked what her powers were, Diana would keep herself on the down low and avoid the question.

Arya though, would share how she was an ordained warrior of god, wielding the Sword of Truth- a divine weapon she was all too eager to show, a broadsword with a golden hilt she waved around rather carefreely in the closed cabin.

CALAIS, FRANCE

The flight would transition back to earth, as the Jet enters British airspace, the crosses the channel into Northern France. They finally touch down after a 6 hour trip across the Continental United States and the Altantic ocean. A private facility was waiting outside to receive them.

"Bienvenue à Calais ! Le professeur nous attend.  (Welcome to Calais! The Professor is waiting for us.)" Arya courteously opened the jet's bay doors for the ... heroes... and the snowy French wilderness awaited them.

Seth sat in his seat observing the interior of the jet. He then responded to the other two introducing themselves, he'd then smile and say, "I'm Seth, Seth McGregor, my codename is Radical", he followed up with, "Don't ask how I got the name, long story short, saw a kid and called my gear radical so I went with it." Afterwards he smiled at Diana's question, he then reached into his belt and released a ammo clip from it and removed a 44. magnum round, after wards he pulled the bow off his shoulder and dialed the power back and then he stood up slowly and tossed the bullet infront of him a few feet and quickly in one swift movement he drew a arrow and fired the arrow into the bullet, pinning the flattened bullet against the jets wall while it was in mid air.

He then walked over to the wall and pulled the arrow out of the fairly thick wall that seemed to be made of a strong material, presumably to account for the fact that they are pretty much almost in space, but the bullet was then pulled out of the arrow tip and he placed the arrow back into his arrow quiver. He then sat back down at his seat and smiled, "I like to think so." This team of random individuals seem to have a diverse range of abilities, atleast it appeared that way. So far Seth was fairly confident that the assignment should go well.

Hours pass

Seth then got up and got his stuff all together and walked out of the jet's bay and began to head towards the facility they were to go to. He then turned to the french woman and said, "Merci pour la balade." and with that he kept moving, hopefully the others would hurry as well since it was fairly cold outside.

Chase watched as Seth demonstrated what he could do with a bow. Chase stared in boredom as he did so. He had realized that he was trying to show off. In reality, his abilities with an arrow were quite impressive, it was just that it still moved so slow. At any point, he could've tapped the bullet and put it off course. He could've grabbed the arrow just to show off his speed, but he didn't want to take away Radical's attempt to impress Diana.

Even after Seth had retrieved his arrow, Chase didn't want to show his powers. The more cautious he could be in a jet, the better. One misstep and he smashes into the wall, causing the jet to destabilize while he's left free falling until Splat!

Hours passed and they finally landed in France. Chase got out of the jet. Shivering, he made his way to the facility. He nodded towards the french woman, trying to repeat what Seth had said. "Merci poor la badele." Chase realized he messed up, turned his head away and walked a bit faster than the speed the other two could probably run towards the facility.

Diana watched quietly as Seth shows off his archery skill. Okay, so he had potential. "Is that it?"

FACILITY

The Facility in question was a heavily guarded compound in the woods, though the guards were unable to effectively object when Chase simply sprinted past the checkpoint, triggering the alarm.

On site laser turrets activated, getting a lock on Chase. But a scientist waiting in the nearby guard post deactivates the alarm.

"Ah. Just in time. You must be the American superheroes. I am doctor Benoulli, the chief scientist." A very French scientist, with grey hair, round glasses and slightly emaciated features greeted the two from Prodigy. He turned towards Diana, who wore the yellow jumpsuit. "Are you the famed Dragon Girl?"

"What? me? no, no... Dragon Girl is tall. Like... really tall." Diana raises her hand up a foot above Seth's head to illustrate the more familiar hero's height from the few glimpses she got of the kitchen-happy hero.

"Well then, where is she? Was she unavailable?" The scientist asked, slightly disappointed.

"I don't know. She's probably baking cookies. Or fighting aliens, or whatever 'Real Superheroes' do." Diana turned to her teammate. "Chase! Do you know what Dragon Girl is doing today? Look. We're all you got, so deal with it." Diana said, a bit flustered. What was the point of asking for Dragon Girl anyway? Was this scientist a fan?

"Fine. Ah, Seth. Good to see you. Please, come in, this weather is simply abysmal." He taps a few buttons on a remote, and the blast doors to the facility opens slightly, to admit them inside.

TEST CHAMBER

The group is eventually led inside a sterile facility with long, guarded hallways that had lots of warning lights, blast doors and hazard lines. They reach a control chamber with a few scientists in smart casual wear, and lots and lots of shiny buttons everywhere.

The room was overlooking a much larger test chamber with a very large circular gate with a few steps leading up to the inactive portal.

"Behold the Lunar Gate. In a few moments, we will open a portal to the moon... ushering in a cheap, sustainable means of transporting materials directly to the lunar surface, for our space exploration." The scientist said, so giddy and excited he started his sentence with 'behold'.