<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/82234/Male_Elf.jpg)</div><strong>Street Name:</strong>Kit<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Male Elf<em>Bon Vivant</em>(Face/Wheelman)<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Charisma and Willpower, Intuition and Logic<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Social, Vehicle<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><br/><br/>Kit looked at the Johnson. "How reliable is your Intel? I mean, you say that the rent a cops are taken care off, but I'd rather not put my or any of our lives on a promise." He looked at the group and wondered. He'd hate to end up in a gunfight over a few hundred Nuyen.<br/><br/><br/>"As far as the car goes, I prefer using my own. It's faster than most." He smiled at Findley "Not to insult, but you can't be too sure"