Ambrosia was looking forward to her meeting that afternoon.  The previous evening she'd gotten a call from a woman named Lexi.  Apparently the woman had an opportunity she might appreciate.  Not many details were dropped over the phone, but it was made clear that her work with mutants was known about, it was related to that and it might just involve an actual paycheck.  There was just enough spoken about the pique her interest while remaining ambiguous enough to drive her just a a little bit crazy in the waiting.

She had suggested the meeting place herself, a little park not far from home with plenty of places to talk with some degree of privacy, some lovely trees and a coffee shop for all life's caffeinated needs.  Some people, at least, required that boost in the morning. She was one such person.

Arriving shortly before noon, she parked her smart car and went straight for the coffee shop.  For years all she'd wanted was to become a social worker and counselor specializing in mutants and mutant problems.  She hadn't quite gotten there yet, mainly due to the high cost of school, but she did what she could to help mutants regularly.  Mostly, she helped direct them to helpful resources like shelters and food banks.  Maybe this meeting would prove to be the opportunity she needed to take that next step.  One could hope, anyway.

Once coffee had been successfully acquired, she walked up to a nearby bench, long skirt swishing gently in the breeze, to meet her mystery contact.

While tagging or bringing in dangerous mutants was a mission that Lexi had grown accustomed to during her time in SUPER, the mission she had received only days ago was something different. It was a mission where the best weapons she had at her disposal were her mind and persuasion skills.

She understood the benefits of recruiting a mutant among their informers – especially one such as Ambrosia Greydon. Her involvement in the mutant community was well known and supervised by SUPER. Lexi strongly believed that their goals weren’t very different. SUPER’s mission wasn’t to protect only the humans of this world. For some, it was hard to understand that they were also protecting the mutants from the danger they posed to themselves and others. And today, Lexi’s mission was to make Ambrosia see the obvious and recruit her to the cause. With her connections in the mutant community, she would prove to be a valuable asset to the agency.

The spot in the park she’d picked for surveillance did well to help her blend into the crowd while she scanned the mass of faces in the vicinity of their meeting place. Lexi had decided to come earlier to the park, observe her target for a few minutes before introducing herself. While briefs delivered important information, nothing compared to watching the person itself. Were they excited? Anxious? Fearful? Dangerous? People hardly realized how much the gestures they did often unconsciously gave away about their persona.

When persuasion was needed, every little detail mattered. The call with just enough details to make it interesting while still keeping the so much needed mystery, letting the target choose the meeting place – Lexi hoped that, in the subconscious mind, it built for Ambrosia the foundations of trust the SUPER agent needed to complete the mission successfully.

Of course, most of the work would be done during the meeting but for her, details were important. They ensured a bigger degree of control on the outcome of the meeting. Even her clothes have been picked out carefully – jeans and a simple white shirt – it helped with the blending into the crowd and were far less threatening than the usual SUPER uniform Lexi used. Guns were left in the car – this mission didn’t require force and she was convinced that the well documented pacifist nature of the mutant she was meeting didn’t place her in danger.

Finally, Lexi spotted the by now familiar face; she’d read the woman’s file over and over again, since receiving the mission. Behind the sunglasses, her eyes remained on Ambrosia, carefully studying her every move, the interaction with the coffee shop attendant, her micro expressions as the mutant seated herself on a nearby bench.

Ambrosia seemed relaxed and curious.

Having made her initial assessment, Lexi decided it was time to approach the other woman. Inconspicuously, she moved away from her spot, walking behind a couple that passed her and were headed in the direction the mutant was seated. The agent looked from side to side, as if she was searching for someone, until she stopped near the bench. She looked at Ambrosia, pushing the sunglasses up on her head as she spoke. “Ambrosia?” she asked, sounding uncertain. “I’m Lexi, we talked over the phone yesterday?” She offered a smile and waited for the faerie dragon shifter to confirm her identity before extending a hand toward her.

As she waited, she spent her time people watching.  It was something she'd always enjoyed doing, imagining the stories of where individuals had come from, what they were doing and the reasons why.  Sometimes she listened to conversations as well.  It wasn't really eaves dropping if they were speaking loud of enough to be casually overheard, right?  So what if she could technically hear better than normal humans.  Conveniently, she'd just kind of gloss over that fact.

Watching the busy, milling humans distracted her from her nerves.  It was one thing to take the initiative and do what she could to help mutants on her own, it was quite another to do so in some sort of official capacity.  What would that capacity be?  Who or what was the organization behind the call anyway?  What if they were actually some kind of evil shadow organization secretly looking to capture and imprison mutants in order to force horrible experiments upon them?  Ok, so maybe that last question was a part of her over-active imagination.  That sort of thing probably didn't actually happen in real life.  She tried to push the invasive thought out of her mind.

Fortunately, Ambrosia wasn't left to wait long.

“Ambrosia? I’m Lexi, we talked over the phone yesterday?”

She got to her feet, a smile on her face.  "Lexi, so nice to meet you.  I'm Ambrosia.  Oh, I guess you all ready knew that."  She laughed, just a little nervous, and accepted the handshake.  The woman didn't look like a super secret agent from an evil organization, so that was good.  In fact, she looked rather benign and presentable.  She pushed the irrational, invasive thoughts down to the bottom of her brain.  They were just her imagination getting away from her.  "So, did you want to talk here or did you have somewhere else in mind we could sit and have  a chat?"