~In the End Everything Collides~ {OPEN}

[TRINE "LOKI" EMERY CHAMBERLAIN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [style=background-color:#000202; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px][style=text-align: center][/style][style=text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 42px; text-align: right; color:#008A00; font-style: italic; padding-right: 20px; margin-top: -25px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000; position: relative; z-index: 1; margin-bottom: -15px;] Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes [/style][style=background-color: #2C2A27; width:502px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align: center; height: 10px;] [/style][/style][style=background-color:#000202; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px][style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: CCCCCC;] Outfit The roar of Trine's motorcycle filled the quiet night air and could be heard by anyone in the area, but the woman wasn't worried. If the reckless teenagers were around, they wouldn't even think that the motorcycle would belong to a CIA agent. The reminder that she was a CIA agent going after teenagers made Trine growl, baring her white teeth in the process. As she passed the grounds of the school her emerald green eyes searched everywhere for signs of movement. Seeing nothing, she was about to leave and go back to her original destination: the club. It wasn't something she did very often when she had time off, but she'd gotten the urge to go dancing tonight and possibly pull some pranks. But just as she'd hopped off her bike and was ready to head inside, her boss called her and asked her to deal with some teenagers who had been giving the local cops a hard time for awhile. "They'll definitely stop after you deal with them," he'd said. Horribly aggravated but not wanting to lose her job, Trine bit her tongue and hopped back on her bike, heading to Wentworth Academy. Spoiled, snotty little rich kids, Trine thought bitterly to herself as she raced down the road. She already knew their type: there parents are filthy rich and can pay their way out of anything, so the cops really couldn't do anything but take the abuse from the self-righteous creeps. Well, they would soon learn differently once Trine dealt with them. That thought helped her cope with the fact that she was really doing a job meant for a patrol officer or security guard. So now here she was, riding around the grounds of the rich school and feeling like this was a waste of time, when suddenly movement appeared in the corner of her eye and she heard rustling. She swung her bike around to the right and saw a small group of teens running towards an open part of the school. "Gotcha," Trine muttered with a deep smirk. She revved the bike to make it go faster but soon had to stop when the teens ran into the underground tunnels. Trine growled in frustration; she did not feel like running today. Thank goodness she didn't have heels on tonight. She hopped off her bike and chased after the group, her boots clicking against the stone ground and occasionally crunching in wet dirt or splashing in shallow puddles. But soon she lost them in the maze of tunnels. She sighed angrily and kicked a puddle before trying to find her way out. That wasn't the last time the teens would see her. Oh no, and she'd catch them next time; they got lucky this time. After about five minutes of walking, Trine finally found the entrance to the tunnels. Finally; she was afraid she'd gotten lost, and that never happened to her. Leaning against the wall to take a break, Trine pulled a cigarette up to her lips and lit it up. She'd unfortunately gotten into the habit of smoking a few weeks ago, but right now she wasn't too dependent on it. She was a strong woman, so she knew quitting wouldn't be a problem for her. Usually she only smoked water vapor cigarettes in front of others to make them think she was really smoking (she was pulling an indirect prank that way, you see) but she'd smoked a real cigarette during an interrogation to make the convict's allergies start up- a part of her way to get him to confess. It had worked, of course, but now Trine liked the relaxing effect so here she was, standing inside an underground tunnel, taking a long drag and wondering why these were even here. To connect the grounds, perhaps? An old shelter of some sort? The smoke was slowly blown out of her nose and mouth as the agent dropped her head in her free hand. She ran her fingers through her hair, only to have it fall in front of the left side of her face. Trine left it there. She was too annoyed and worked up right now. If someone approached her right now, they needed to be careful. 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[EMMA MICHELLE MILLER]

Emma was running with her backpack on. She was breathing heavily as she found herself at the entrance of the underground tunnels. She was slowly beginning to get used to the grounds and the town which she often used to her advantage to escape when she needed time to herself. Emma ended up stealing something from the local mall and now the cops were looking for her. She ended up ditching the item she stole but she still kept running. She couldn't risk getting caught and going back to jail. Honestly, she didn't know why she stole what she did. She had no reason to steal the item but she did anyway and she couldn't change it. All she had to do was lay low until the cops stopped looking for her. Then she would return to the store and replace the item she stole and apologize for stealing it and beg for the manager to not call the cops. She didn't want to go back to jail.

Emma lifted the back pack higher on her back and began to walk down the tunnel, her footsteps making echoes as she walked. She looked around and noticed how creepy it looked. But it was strangely relaxing and allowed her to think and be alone. Emma noticed someone standing further down the tunnel. She continued to move closer and she noticed the person blowing out smoke from her mouth. She nervously chewed her lip and she stopped a few feet away from the person. "Hello?" She called hesitantly. She didn't want to startle the person but she figured that she might as well get to know someone and there is definitely no time like the present.

*Sorry it's a little short. I'm low on muse Loki*

[TRINE "LOKI" EMERY CHAMBERLAIN]

After a few minutes of standing Trine heard footsteps and she placed her hand on her gun. She doubted the teenagers were back, so she wasn't sure who was coming toward her. Her body was tense until she saw a young girl come into view. Immediately she relaxed but kept her hand on the gun just in case she needed to threaten or use it as a blunt object. She doubted this girl would try and attack her, but one could never be sure.

The girl sounded hesitant and Trine smirked. This girl didn't seem to pose a threat, so she relaxed more and took another drag, blowing the smoke out dramatically. "Little late for a girl your age to be wandering around the tunnels at night, don't you think?" Trine glanced behind the girl to see if she was being followed, but the girl was alone. Obviously Trine became suspicious and came to the conclusion that the girl was in trouble and hiding from something or someone. What had happened? The girl was obviously reckless because she was talking to Trine and didn't even know who she was.

She took one last puff of her cigarette before dropping it to the ground and stamping it out. She drew a bit closer to the girl and smirked again. "And a little brave to be talking to a complete stranger…"

[EMMA MICHELLE MILLER]

Emma wished that she had someone else with her. Then it wouldn't seem so scary right now, running through the tunnels late at night. But she was used to running. When she did something wrong, when she was with her abusive foster parent, before she moved in with Liam's family, she had to run and learn how to keep running when she did something wrong, which was often. Unfortunately. When Emma saw the girl move her hand to her waist, she tensed immediately. She was used to this motion from being in jail. She knew the girl had a gun on her and she gripped her bag on her shoulder. She didn't want to cause any trouble.

Emma heard what the girl said and she bit her lip. "I-I needed some place to hide," Emma stuttered. Seeing the smirk on the girls face scared her. There were many things that didn't frighten Emma. But being alone, in the dark, unarmed, with a girl who was armed, now that scared her. "I didn't think anyone would be down here, figured it would be a good place to hide." Emma really didn't want to start any trouble. When Emma saw her look behind her, Emma turned her head to see if she saw something. She sighed in relief when she saw no one standing there. She was relieved the cops hadn't caught up with her. Emma saw her moving closer and Emma backed up a little bit. "I-I don't want any trouble..." Emma said her voice wavering.

[TRINE "LOKI" EMERY CHAMBERLAIN]

Trine could tell the girl was nervous and she wondered why, apart from the fact that she was being pretty intimidating right now. Oh, so the girl needed some place to hide? From what? Trine raised a brow and feigned an innocently curious expression. Sometimes Trine went too far in her intimidation techniques. Meaning that she didn't go easy on someone just because they were young. So when a young person acted nervous around her she immediately figured they were guilty of something, even though it was just because she scared them.
"A place to hide? From what?" Obviously the girl was honest about not wanting to start any trouble, but Trine knew that if the girl was cornered she'd attack. This made Trine stop in her tracks and just stay where she was; she didn't need another fight tonight over something that could be innocent.
"But it is a good place to hide. I just happened to come down here because I was chasing some delinquents that go to this school. But I doubt you know them, especially if you were hiding for another reason." She peered closer at Emma before backing up slightly. "You don't look familiar so I wasn't chasing you."

She shrugged again and shook her head. "I don't want any trouble, either. Oh, where are my manners? I'm Detective Chamberlain. I also work for the CIA. And you are?" She didn't announce that she was also a spy, because that would be giving away her secret and that would be highly unintelligent.

[EMMA MICHELLE MILLER]

Emma watched the woman in front of her. Emma knew she was someone important. Growing up in the system, she was forced to read people's emotions, their stance, their persona. She knew that she was risking things when she mentioned that she was hiding. She didn't want the woman to call the cops and she definitely didn't want to go into the system again or go to juvie. She heard what the woman asked and she bit her lip. "Just people," Emma said nervously. She really didn't want to get in trouble. She didn't want to go back to jail. She hated it there. Emma hoped that this woman dropped why she was hiding and who she was hiding from. She didn't want to tell her. IF she mentioned she was hiding from the cops, then she might call the cops and tell them where she is.

Emma wasn't one to start trouble, or attack someone, but one thing she didn't like, was being cornered. Emma noticed the woman stop short and she sighed in relief. She let her shoulder's visibly relax but she was definitely keeping her eyes open, in case she had to run if she came after her. Emma heard what she said about the tunnel's being a good place to hide and she nodded. She heard her say that she wasn't chasing her. "I figured this would be a good place to lay low for a little bit. It's dark and no one is usually down here," Emma said quietly. She shuffled her feet nervously. She heard what the woman said about starting trouble and she heard her introduce herself. "Emma Miller. I go to school here. I'm a junior." She hoped that this detective wouldn't take her name and run her name through the system. If she did that, she would find her records and that wouldn't be good.

[TRINE "LOKI" EMERY CHAMBERLAIN]

Trine knew that if she kept pressing the issue it wouldn't do any good, and she couldn't arrest the girl because of a feeling. Sadly, Trine had to let this one go. She merely nodded at the girl and stayed silent. The girl introduced herself as Emma Miller and Trine made a mental note to check her out when she got back to headquarters. Of course she couldn't do anything until Emma caused trouble, but Trine was curious about her. She seemed awfully nervous and other than the fact that they were in a dark tunnel, Trine couldn't see why.

"Hello Emma. Well, I hope you're not too much trouble for this school like the delinquents I was chasing earlier. I'll get them, though. Is anyone bothering you and you're hiding from them because they might hurt you? If that's the case then you need to let me know." Trine doubted Emma was the victim, but maybe this would cause Emma to tell her what was really happening. She doubted it, but it was worth a shot.

[EMMA MICHELLE MILLER]

Emma looked behind her and relaxed a little bit when she saw that no one was following her. She couldn't get arrested. She couldn't go back to jail. She would die. She would get the crap beat out of her if she did go back to jail. She pushed her hair back and put it up into a pony tail. She was sweating and she didn't know why. She was nervous that she ran into this girl here. She didn't know if she could arrest her, after all she was a detective in the CIA.

"I-I don't cause trouble. I really don't. I usually keep to myself," Emma said softly. She didn't want Trine to think that she was a delinquent, she really wasn't. She was a good kid in school. She always tried to do her best. She kept to herself and she barely talked back to her teachers. She wasn't trying to cause any trouble. She heard what she asked and Emma shook her head. "No one is trying to hurt me. I-I, well, I stole something from a store in the mall and I don't know why I did. But the cops are looking for me. I-I can't go back to juvie. I can't. I'm living with my foster parents because I was getting beat up in juvie."

[TRINE "LOKI" EMERY CHAMBERLAIN]

Something about this girl reminded Trine of herself. Not the girl's nervous habits. No, Trine was foolishly brave in times like these. But Trine decided she'd watch this girl and see if anything interesting came up. A low chuckle escaped from her and she shook her head. "Well only time will tell what type of person you become. It took me by surprise, that's for sure.

Ah! So she'd stolen something! Trine knew the girl wasn't as innocent as she was making herself out to be. Trine wouldn't criticize, though, because then she'd be a hypocrite. The only time she stopped stealing things was because she now worked for the CIA and was trying to turn her life around, but there were times she had to steal to get the job done, but then she'd just flash her badge and all was forgiven.

Her eyes twinkled with mirth as she looked at Emma. "You're confessing? To someone you just met, no doubt. To someone who is in the CIA. I like you, kid. But you're too trusting." Maybe it wasn't the best idea to be talking to Emma about this, but it was Emma's choice to take it or leave it. "You obviously did it for a reason. Maybe you want to be in prison, or you really needed whatever it was you stole. You want to return it?"

Ah, so Emma was also a foster kid. There was no pity from Trine, but she wasn't heartless, either.