<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>Plasma, Ace<br/><hr/><br/>Cassie nodded as she thought about the problem.  Without some hard data she didn't know if what James claimed was true or not.  Of course, if Mr. Magnificent had told James what he'd just regurgitated than it was likely accurate.  However, since the plasma had mixed with his blood she had to wonder what would happen in extended battles.  Would he basically bleed out from using his powers?<br/><br/>Cassie pursed her lips in thought before Dr. Fields burst in.  Despite expecting him she jumped with a start, a tell-tale sign of how deep in thought she'd been.  A smile quickly formed upon her lips as she got up from where she was sitting, in the kitchen nook and made her way to where Dr. Fields was setting up, in the living room.<br/><br/>Without a word, the redhead simply took a seat on the sofa, near the armrest, and began to examine the holograms Dr. Fields was producing.  Her eyes moved over the maps and instantly discarded them.  She couldn't tell the streets of Kalston Kamp from any other city.  Her attention, however, was captured by the status reports on team G and F.  The status reports held information about her potential teammates.  Whether the information was potent or not, it gave tidbits that pieced together made a larger picture.  If nothing else, it could save time later.<br/><br/>When Dr. Fields asked where the others were, she simply shrugged and allowed Ace to answer.  John had been at the "Steel House" longer and she doubted Dr. Fields would expect her to know.