Bette nodded, and they sat back down, and Alice stood, “We need more room, seriously, this table is crowded.”

            “Alice, sit down,” ordered Quin with a grunt, taking the headshots that Helena was pouring over, “Are you looking for blondes?” asked Quin with a smirk.  Alice sat back down, sighing and sulking.

            “Actually, yes we are,” said Joss Wade, “…and you would fit that bill rather nicely.”  The look that Joss gave Quin was heated. The director approached the table, nodding a hello to Tina and Helena, wondering what was going on, it was a huge ensemble of women.

            Quin blushed, and Tina leaned over, looking at Quin, “You know, she’s right, Quin you’d do rather nicely.”

            “Not an actress,” snorted Quin, throwing the head shots back to the center of the table.  Acting, it had been something she’d done years ago, before music had dominated her life, and being on stage was something like acting, putting on a performance.

            “You could be,” said Shane.  “I mean, you’re hot.”

            “Thanks,” shot back Quin and everyone laughed.  “I don’t act.”

            “Yes you do, you’ve done it before, in school, and not so long ago you were acting every day, you were playing Harlequin Peabody, I never thought of it before, Quin you may rather like doing…,” began Helena.

            “Stop, right now,” ordered Quin, pushing back a strand of her hair that was colored bright pink.  “Weren’t we talking about…?  Lara and Carmen?”

            “No!” replied both Lara and Carmen in unison again.

            “They talk at the same time,” whispered Izzy to Shane in a stage whisper, as Joss sat down, having already gotten her cup of coffee.

            “I wonder if they cum at the same time,” muttered Sam, and Shane elbowed her gently, the nudge making Sam smile.

            “Ewwwww….,” groaned Tina making a face of disgust. 

            “Tina doesn’t like these sorts of conversations,” said Bette aloft.  “You know, the ones where you use the words, cunt, pussy, cock, or a variety of other descriptive words.”

            “Screw you, Porter,” shot back Tina.

            “Wheaton!” called Emma, having been the solitary Asian woman sitting at the other table, her back to the women.  Having gotten a feeling, as Jo called it, her web had tingled when Jo had walked into the room.  Emma pulled the ear buds from her ears, tossing Jo a bottle as she walked over to the table.

            Jo caught it, “Scott.”

            “Helloooooo….,” said Carmen, her chair falling back onto all four legs, the Latina looking at Emma with a bright sexy grin.

            “Straight,” said Jo as she shook out a few pills, whispering to Bette, “..don’t worry, things are going to be back to normal….”

            “You do normal?” asked Bette with a smile.  Emma sat down, making the table rather cramped, everyone went off into their own conversations, most of them looking at the head shots.  Chatting, tossing looks at one another. Emma and Jo began to talk about the CTU agent that was on his way to meet them.  Bette was in awe that Jo just shifted right into that gear as if she’d never left the FBI.  Shane was busying asking Izzy about Sam’s operation, Sam was asking Carmen about a new song of Joss Stone’s that she’d heard.

            After a short while, Emma looked up, and towards the door, “Jo, are you feeling that?” asked the astute Asian FBI agent said softly. Moving to stand, Emma could feel something stirring, a strong convergence of something very bad was in the air.

            “Not that attuned yet, Em,” said Jo kindly.  Wishing for something to speed up the process, the soft dull ache of the change was already shifting in her body, the colors of the room kept changing.

            “Who hears that?” asked Quin, her emerald green eyes narrowing.  The headshots dropping from her fingers, blinking and looking around, the air of the room had gotten heavier.

            “What?” asked Helena not having a clue as to what anyone was talking about.

            “The buzzing…,” answered Joss, turning and looking at the door, as if waiting.

            Then the street began to get noisy, a rumbling, screeching, then a loud vibrating crash that resonated through the ground, and all the windows of The Planet exploded, sending glass shattering everywhere, raining on them.

            In that moment, everything changed.