<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/UmbrellaSmall1_zpsa6c08b10.png)</div><strong>Jack The Ripper</strong><br/><strong>Union HQ, Level 1</strong><br/><br/>Jack rolled her eyes at the speaker, "Blimey. I'll leave two quid on the table an' you can buy more at the corner market next time you pop on down. Not like anyone's readin' the things anyway. Set dressin' is wot it is. Get some first editions in 'ere an' maybe I'll put on the kid gloves."<br/><br/>The vampire grinned, making sure to flash her fangs at Gavin again before departing for the lower level.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><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/>It seemed kind of funny that St. George was struggling with a piece of common technology when a much higher quality, quite UN-common piece of technology was standing right next to him. Designation GvRN-5, secret identity; Elizabeth B. Falkmore, hero name; Governess. They'd have only been given cursory information about her as much of the project to develop her was still classified for reasons of national security. She was a prototype designed to replace the Queen's guard and act as security in other sensitive installations. While effective, mass-producing these units would prove to be far too expensive to be feasible. She was strong, tough, fast, extremely intelligent, and quite deadly. She would also be acting as a liason for the heroes, passing down orders from HQ and George himself where necessary, a fact that might make some of them uncomfortable.<br/><br/>As the heroes entered, Elizabeth offered stiff bows and rehearsed smiles, an effort to make them feel more comfortable. She lifted a hand and motioned to the table,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Please. Have a seat. Make yourselves comfortable. We will be with you in a moment."</span></span><br/><br/>Her eyes darted briefly over to George, tapping away at his tablet. She did her best imitation of a human clearing her throat, giving him a cue to start talking and stop trying to get a high score. Elizabeth was always a stickler for manners and hounded George wherever possible. He might suspect she enjoyed getting on his nerves a little. That wasn't possible though, right?