<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/Victoria_deadlands.jpeg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>One Shot<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Female Human Bounty Hunter<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Agility and Reaction, Charisma and Willpower<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Combat, Social<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Caucasian, 20's, straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><br/>“A gander hmmm?”  One Shot asked with an elegantly raised eyebrow.  “Just what sort of gander are you hoping for?”  She was about to say something else when the second woman entered, drawing her attention from the Mr. Johnson to the runner.  After a quick inspection to try and decide just what sort of person she was dealing with, she gave the woman a polite nod.<br/><br/>One Shot felt decidedly naked without her revolver, but the rules were the rules.  Now if they tried to steal her gun, if they didn’t return it, there would be hell to pay.  She kept her discomfort hidden though, as she turned her attention back to watching their contact.  It paid to know who you were dealing with, maybe he’d let something slip.<br/>