<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/imagesqtbnANd9GcShigbqTaGb0g1oSWWZEIi2OaCVIAPcNt59g0LCVavAOqAUwfo9.jpg)</div><strong>Alias:</strong>Bantam - Cassandra Finnegan<br/><strong>Your Team:</strong>Team F (?)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Cassie had woken to an empty HQ.  Apparently her team had all left while she was napping, without saying a word.  She wasn't surprised, really.  They'd gotten their asses handed to them in their practice match and her teammates had all been in low spirits when she had gone to bed.  Besides a few bruises, and a scratch or two, she was in fighting shape.  She had to grudgingly thank her father and her years as his sidekick for that.<br/><br/>She slipped on her backless, sleeveless, blue and pink bodysuit after a quick shower.  Then slipped a pair of jeans and a low back pink blouse over the costume.  It was a habit and while she was likely to be in super-hero mode during most of her time at Kalston Kamps, the message she had found upon awakening suggested that there was, at least, some social interaction before a big debriefing.<br/><br/>She navigated her way around a dozen government officials who were already taking the "no longer needed" base apart and raided the pantry before tearing open the silver wrapping of a pair of cold strawberry Pop Tarts.  While not a breakfast of champions, it'd have to do.  She glanced around the place, one last time, as it was being dismantled, and allowed her mind to wonder of what might have been, before she gathered her packed suitcase (truth being it never got unpacked) and joined her government escort.<br/><br/>The drive to the "Steel House" was quiet.  Despite trying to get information on her new teammates, the black suit, sunglasses wearing agent was tight-lipped.  Simply saying that she would be meeting up with both Teams F and G, as if she had bothered to memorize who had been on every other team.  Upon arrival at the "Steel House", Cassie couldn't help but note the perilous position the house was in.  If a villain ever learned of their base, all he or she would have to do is destroy the stilts the house stood on.  Then all within would come tumbling down.  Those who survived the crash would likely be confused and disoriented and would quickly and easily be dispatched or subdued, depending on the villains whims.  She'd have to do something about that if this ended up being their permanent residence.<br/><br/>The agent placed her bags on the ground before leaving.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"><strong>"All right, Cass, nothing to be nervous about.  You have actual experience, they might even know who you are, so just relax.  It's not like they can kick you off the team, you were assigned here.  Best of all, they all decided to stay after that initiation ceremony yesterday.  That means they're really committed to being heroes, just like you,"</strong></span>she whispered to herself as she approached the front door.  A sudden thought quickly amplified her nervousness and she sincerely hoped that someone was both awake and expecting her.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, here goes nothing,"</strong>she said before knocking on the "Steel House's" front door.