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Annie sat in the main hall of Vought, in her seat. Despite the way her introduction to The Seven had gone (as well as nearly every moment after that) it still gave her a little thrill to sit in the seat along with the heroes that she had admired growing up. Of course Homelander was probably insane, A-Train was in the hospital, Translucent was dead and The Deep had made her do unspeakable things for that seat. But she was here and that was the end of it. Gently she drummed her nails on the polished table, listening to the "tink tink tink tink" sounds.
The doors swished open and Annie inadventently stiffened as The Deep walked into the room. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Annie wasn't sure where she'd heard that phrase, maybe it was from the Bible? but it was accrate. She resisted the urge to cross her legs. Better not give him any leverage. She had earned her place here and she wasn't going to let him even think about taking it away from her.
“Is there a meeting?” She asked for lack of anything else to say.