It had been a pain getting her own ass across the rift. Dealing with people on all sides during the first 48 hours after the disaster. There had been watchdogs on the portal she'd exited, and watchdogs coming back in. Smuggling live cargo had required... clever actions, as well as keen communication with some of her own.

It was a unique situation that she hadn't had the pleasure to encounter before. SUPER trains its agents in methods of evading detection, of kidnapping and subtlety, subterfuge. They train agents to understand their own weaknesses, to anticipate and adapt. Those weren't elements of the situation that made it unique. What made it different was--- Amelia smirked as she shoved the woman into the back seat of a S.U.P.E.R. car. She took a moment to muse about something. "Do I really look like that?" She said. If so, the exercises were paying off. If not, her alternate self needed to share details. Whatever she was doing, it worked. She was so not checking out her own ass.

The tranquilizers certainly worked better than a TASER. Her unconscious alternate version of herself was behaving much better than she had been. Amelia locked herself into the back seat of her car, then got into the driver's seat, secure in the knowledge that the window separating the back from the front would keep her safe. She flipped on the radio, and started towards a secure SUPER location.

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A SUPER agent she had not met before greeted her when she arrived at the base. The woman must have been new, because she wasn't 100 percent with the normal order of operations there, but it was an all-hands-on-deck situation. Amelia gave her a 'pass'.

The woman had short hair that was a dirty blonde color, and introduced herself as Lenna. Amelia had hostage-in-tow, but that didn't bother this Lenna woman any. She even offered to help carry the girl, if Amelia needed help carrying her own weight around. Amelia hardly found the joke funny. She asked if Nolan was around.

"Somewhere..." was Lenna's mysterious reply. She went to go see if she could find him. A short while later, she returned and directed Amelia to an interrogation room.

"I took the liberty of explaining that you had someone he'd want to talk to," Lenna explained. "And that he'd feel like he was seeing double. Hold on." She lifted Amelia's unconscious double up out of Amelia's arms without a physical move. Amelia didn't fight her on it. She merely followed as Lenna lead the way to the room.

Lenna dropped the double off in a chair, and left. Amelia entered the room, on Lenna's heels. Watched her go. Prepared to explain everything to Nolan, their resident memory man.

It was always nice to see Lenna fitting in a thriving. Once upon a time, he'd made a bargain with the woman just to give this life a chance. Now she was more than carrying her own weight. She was carrying the weight of one of their agents' dopples. Nolan wasn't familiar by name, but he'd seen her around. Maybe if he hadn't been trying so hard with the new recruits, he'd have a few scraps of personal detail to help him, but since he really, really wanted that power boosting mutant to work out, he'd been giving it his A-game.

By the look of it, this wasn't going to be your average, everyday mental teardown and reprogramming. They were in uncharted territory with these doppelgangers.

"Lenna." His smile was genuine as he dismissed the telekinetic. Some people, he just couldn't forget.

"Alright. So what do we have here?" He rubbed his hands together with glee and helped to sit the dopple up so that Nolan and the agent could inspect her together. Nolan found himself looking back and forth between the two ladies to compare and contrast. What about the clothes? The choice and fit and cleanliness? Gunk under the nails? Shoes, did they both wear them down the same? Same size?

"You want me to read her memories? That could get mighty personal for you." He didn't want a crying lady in his interrogation room. They didn't keep tissues or any other amenities in there, for good reason.

Nolan seemed eager at the new situation. Ready to dive in and learn. That was good, but expected. Obviously, minor differences would be of interest to SUPER in their study of alternate selves and the Rip. People had probably already noted some of these doubles, and differences. What they had here, they could study. What they had here, they could exploit.

The two women were similar, yet different. The police officer version of herself used less makeup, looked more harried wit ha hurried ponytail, and wore something other than her uniform, now. Because a police uniform would have drawn attention and unneeded questions, Amelia had dressed her other self up in sweats and a cheap t-shirt. It said something clever and sarcastic, as cheap tees are wont to do. The shoes the woman had been wearing were fine, though. Black, with the air of professionalism, but built such that a bit of running wouldn't be bloody murder on feet. Compared to the casual look her doppelganger had been set up with, Amelia herself looked more professional... if by professional, one means casual in plainclothes made perfect for blending in. She got away with more makeup, barely, and they both had about the same levels of personal hygiene. The Amelia in sweats may have had a tiny bit more grit under her nails. Being a cop, you don't have much time for cleaning your nails. Whatever. If they had to, they could also dig into dental records. It would not surprise Amelia one bit if her alternate self did not floss.

"This," Amelia gestured to Amelia with one hand, palm up. "Is a potential resource of unparalleled usefulness."

>>"You want me to read her memories? That could get mighty personal for you." Nolan asked.

"I think that would be incredibly helpful," Amelia agreed. Her mouth slipped into a small half smile. "Though I doubt I'll cry over learning what she's been through."

"On the other side of the rip, she's a police officer. I had an idea that maybe I could infiltrate their ranks in order to keep an eye on the rip from the other side, learn information about mutants and their world... and make connections SUPER could utilize if we chose to further our reach. Personal details, and work details would help me with that infiltration. In addition to anything we can learn from a study of this alternative version of me. For instance, does she have different powers? Is she younger, older? I'm sure you can come up with more questions."

"For starters," Amelia glanced at her other self. "We ought to get her situated for interrogation." She probably needed help, if she was going to tie herself up. That seemed like a man job. At least, in the traditional sense. For the moment, the other Amelia was sitting unconscious in a chair in the room. Her hands and feet weren't bound. That would have been bound to draw attention and furious questions, such as "Is that woman tied up?" and "Why is that woman tied up?" Hence, she'd kept her in place with partially invisible psychic constructs. They'd been about as visible as steam over a hot highway. But now... now, they could tie the woman up. There was no amusement about the idea. It was completely neutral and professional. She was no sadist. They needed rope.

They'd need smelling salts, too. Unless Nolan could do what he did without the victim's conscious awareness. Amelia had not delved too deeply into all the nuances of Nolan's incredibly useful powers.