<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Robot8_zpsad36b2a6.jpg)</div><strong>Governess</strong><br/><strong>Union HQ, Level 2</strong><br/><br/>The machine's cold steel gaze briefly flicked to Abigail, "Please remove your feet from the table. Thank you." She continued on right after as if the matter were already settled, "Allow me to add something. Since George will not be appearing, I have opted to be Union's support on this mission. To that end, I will be fitted with a communications device so I can relay the situation to headquarters and carry out any orders George may need me to do. I will station myself on a nearby rooftop so I can watch over you, while still remaining out of sight. Should you need aid, I will intervene. Be advised that if you endanger any civilians I will also intervene and, if need be, forcefully remove you from the mission."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/UmbrellaSmall1_zpsa6c08b10.png)</div><strong>Jack The Ripper</strong><br/><strong>Union HQ, Level 2</strong><br/><br/>Jack leaned over and pinched Gavin's cheek, "Oooh, don't worry, Pooh, me an' the robot will look out for ya. Yew don't hafta worry yer noggin' about it, two ladies will keep ya safe." A fanged grin and the Ripper stood up, moving away from the table. She headed to her quarters, which, was decorated much like her book shop was. The Union must've done their research. Jack found a shelf lined with books, a work desk and tools for her to modify her weapon with, and fine, highly polished wood furniture. A slight smile creased her lips. It wasn't home, but it would do. She'd have to spend a little bit of time modifying Rainmaker, her umbrella, to make it a little more 'non-lethal friendly'.