Quartier général des contre-mesures des conglomérats paranaturels — gymnastique sur place
En se cachant dans l'un des bureaux de la base, Jamie était à sa tâche préférée : la liberté sur place. Avec tout le danger que les agents devaient traverser, et sur une base fréquente, tout temps libre était très apprécié. Un cuisinier paresseux, Jamie a commencé au repas devant elle, un rouleau à micro-ondes odieux "Roast poulet and mayo". Jamie était un connaisseur de chaleur et de manger de la nourriture, comme elle et sa petite amie étaient terribles dans la cuisine. L'atrocité en papier, assise devant elle, était quelque chose qu'elle n'avait pas eu le courage d'essayer auparavant, car la mayonnaise était quelque chose qu'elle pensait ne pas devoir servir au chaud, à son avis. Pourtant, c'était la chose la plus rapide qu'elle ait ramassée à la station-service en route ce matin-là, car elle courait terriblement tard. Elle avait l'intention de prendre un hot-dog congelé, probablement aussi vile, mais dans son manque de café induit daze, elle n'était pas sur la balle à cette heure du matin.En sortant le rouleau de son paquet, elle a ridé son nez. "On dirait qu'il n'y a que toi et moi."
Elle a mordu un morceau. Le pain était terriblement sec et dur, un état qui ne pouvait que le pain surgelé chauffé au micro-ondes pouvait être. Le poulet goûtait vraiment mal, rien de tel que le poulet rôti. La texture était très différente du poulet du tout. Comme elle a pris chaque morsure, des jus bizarres se sont évanouis. Le "mayo" n'a rien fait d'autre qu'y fournir un élément semi-humide, et il a goûté assez étrange quand servi pipe chaude. Elle s'efforçait d'établir un lien entre l'atrocité dans sa bouche et le poulet rôti. En parlant d'une photo à sa copine, elle l'a sous-titrée "Je vais regretter ça plus tard", et l'a envoyée en secouant la tête. En fin de compte, elle a jeté l'emballage, se rappelant de ne plus jamais manger ça. Au moins, elle a dîné cette nuit-là. C'était drôle de penser qu'il y a un an, cette timide fille qu'elle a rencontrée chanter dans le café était maintenant sa petite amie, et ils vivaient ensemble. Jamie avait toujours lutté pour garder des relations, en raison du secret de son travail, mais celui-ci était différent.. Elle n'a pas remis en question les heures étranges. Elle n'a pas remis en question les appels de dernière minute. En face, elle a à peine posé des questions sur le travail de Jamie. Elle ne savait pas non plus qu'elle s'appelait Jamie. Elle était devenue si habituée à passer sous son nom assigné, il était maintenant de seconde nature de se présenter en tant que telle. Parfois, elle envisageait de tout dire à Lily, mais elle savait que ça ne valait pas la peine de perdre son travail. Alors qu'ils avaient été ensemble exactement un an maintenant, il y avait encore beaucoup de choses qu'elle gardait cachées. En disant ça, Lily était aussi mauvaise. Ne révélant pas d'où elle venait, Jamie ne savait presque rien de sa vie avant qu'ils ne se rencontrent. Tout ce qu'elle savait, c'était qu'elle craignait la mort de l'eau, et refusait de sortir sous la pluie. C'est même au moment où Lily a pris sa douche qu'après le départ de Jamie pour le travail. Eh bien, c'est ce que Jamie a supposé, elle s'est bien entretenue, alors elle a dû se doucher un jour, non?
Déjà transformée en équipement d'exercice avant le déjeuner, Jamie a fait son chemin à la salle de gym du personnel. La salle de gym était une bénédiction déguisée, et Jamie ne pouvait penser à rien de pire que la salle de gym de quartier, pleine de chompons stérioïdes, de têtes de viande à selfie. Les idiots de la salle de gym à proximité de son appartement ont fait plus de pose que de travail réel, d'après ce qu'elle avait vu en très peu de temps qu'elle avait été membre. Posant sa serviette et sa bouteille d'eau, elle agita en saluant Sybil, ou comme le nom qu'on lui avait assigné, Sean.
"Comment ça va?" Elle a demandé de façon décontractée, avant de sauter sur un tapis roulant, la commençant à se réchauffer avec une marche rapide.
Here is my psychic, tada! Wrote this on my tablet, so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.
Birth Name: Marissa McGregor
Assigned Name: Joanna Johnson
Age: 28
Attached Photo: Link giant image.
Height: 160 cm(5'3") Weight: 47 kg(104 lbs)
Ms. McGregor has a fairly lithe body, with her only notable scar being a heart shaped burn on her right forearm.
Psychological Profile: Ms. McGregor exhibits signs of depression, sexual repression, anxiety, and low self-esteem. Luckily she seems to be aware of all of those things and takes them in stride, as well as some self-medication. She will typically keep to herself unless someone else initiates contact, or she is forced into a group. That said, once she knows she can trust someone she is an open book, withholding no secrets, and speaking openly about whatever is on her mind. Though she often seems detached from the situation, and sometimes reality as a whole. Aside from that, despite her many flaws, Ms. McGregor has been shown that she is more than capable of rising to the occasion when necessary, and even shown a willingness to sacrifice herself for complete strangers. Though that may be due to a lack of self-worth.
Additionally, Ms. McGregor has shown psychic ability, she is capable of seeing into the future at times, but appears to have no control over her ability. Oddly she refuses to believe her psychic ability as a supernatural ability, in fact she insists that all things have a basis in science, instead as she says 'Her mind is subconsciously processing algorithms it derives from what it has seen, and she merely sees the result. '
Medical History:
Pre-existing Conditions:
- Epilepsy
- Supraventricular Tachycardia (Formerly, heart transplant)
Notes: Ms. McGregor has had no notable operations, nor injuries, though she did have numerous EEGs as a child. Her pre-existing conditions while limiting, did not prevent her from completing her training or missions in the past, though without her medication it is not unreasonable to assume she could have a seizure under the right circumstances(I wouldn't take her on a mission in a nightclub even on her 'medication'). As a small side note, she has a fear of needles.
Medication: Formerly Ms. McGregor took multiple prescribed medicines, until she made the decision to stop at the age of twenty, at which point she got her medical marijuana certification, it is currently her only form of medication.
Technical Proficiency: Aside from her obvious role as a psychic, Ms. McGregor serves as a recon specialist in the field. Her small frame, and impressive gymnastic ability allow her to get places that other agents just can't. Thus allowing her to see things they can't. Her combat skills, while unimpressive by our standards, are passable for most situations.
History with the PCMC: Ms. McGregor transferred to the PCMC at the age of twenty-four from the CIA when they discovered her abilities. Despite her CIA training she was rough around the edges, showing disrespect for her commanding officers, as well as contempt for some of the organization's more menial rules, like no smoking in the cafeteria. At the time, her status as a member of the PCMC was seeming very much like it would be ending quickly until she proved instrumental in saving a small African village by predicting it being attacked by vampires. Since then she proven her value, predicting more than ten more attacks of varying natures, as well as saving multiple agents in the field by seeing their potential demise.
Aside from that however, Ms. McGregor has no real feats of combat that are noteworthy, though teams she is on have one of the lowest casualty rates. She has also become notorious for ripping off new recruits with odd bets about the future before can they learn she is a psychic.
Prior History: A straight-A student, as well as Olympic level gymnast, she was a CIA prospect since high school. Right up until she shockingly dropped out during her senior year, throwing away a scholarship, and likely a chance at being an Olympic athlete in favor of staying at home and taking care of her at the time sick father. Luckily the CIA doesn't usually let easily manipulated kids like that get away. She was recruited with the promise of money and healthcare for her father fairly easily. She spent the following couple years going through their usual agent training. During which she was reprimanded for a multitude of offenses, such as underage drinking(while she was supposed to be working), bragging about her position to civilians, multiple cases of vandalism, and my favorite, stealing a water cooler. This is why not to recruit teenage girls into a secretive government organization.
Apparently though aside from that her actually training went quite well, and by the age of twenty-one she was cleared for field work. She was given fluff jobs mostly, typically just intelligence gathering, no real dangerous missions. Thus is how it went for her for the next few years, apparently using her gift to aid her when it was able. That was right up until she apparently foresaw a double-agent going on a killing spree. According to eyewitness statements, she had the agent at gunpoint and executed him just as he drew his weapon. After this she had a slight mental break, she didn't talk to others for weeks, and even after that deflected any questions about how she knew of his treachery for months until she finally admitted to her vision. It was then she was sent to us to confirm her ability, and she has been with us ever since.