<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/>Kit looked around the group. It was a pretty varied group, but competent nonetheless. How would this go? No hackers in their group meant they'd have to be very careful not to be spotted. "Do we know of any affiliations this company has? Any megacorps flipping the bills?" He looked at the mister Johnson. "As the lady here said" he waved at the pretty elf in the pantsuit. "Don't want to run into any Aries hit squads packing a hefty punch"<br/><br/>He absentmindedly straightened the side of his own G&V suit and felt his gaze wandering towards the woman again. There was something about her. To be honest, there was something about all the people in this group. It was a very interesting gathering to say the least. He looked at Findley again. "Well, I guess there's very little left to discuss. That is..." He paused for emphasis "You've been completely level with us. If not, I guess we'll be having an interesting chat very soon."