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[Red Riding Plot]
Nov. 12th, 2011 11:14 pmJane is standing in a scrapyard accompanied by an X-Wing, a dinosaur and an inter-dimensional wormhole. The world has definitely gotten weirder in the last few minutes.
There are two, possibly three men on the other side of that bridge depending upon her ability to maintain not just its connection, but its stability. This isn't theoretical, this is as practical as it gets, because if she can't do what Stark's asked of her, those men might never get back. They could very well die.
She's typing so furiously at the console's keyboard, trying to familiarize herself with the data as quickly as possible, that she doesn't even realize someone else has entered the yard until the dinosaur makes a curious quark of a sound that snags her attention.
There are two, possibly three men on the other side of that bridge depending upon her ability to maintain not just its connection, but its stability. This isn't theoretical, this is as practical as it gets, because if she can't do what Stark's asked of her, those men might never get back. They could very well die.
She's typing so furiously at the console's keyboard, trying to familiarize herself with the data as quickly as possible, that she doesn't even realize someone else has entered the yard until the dinosaur makes a curious quark of a sound that snags her attention.