<div class="floatleft">(http://i983.photobucket.com/albums/ae316/kckolbe/ewan-mcgregor-23299.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Sean Cassidy<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Banshee<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles, a ridge outside USC.<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Mid Knight, GM<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><em>Is he yelling at me?</em>Sean had, seemingly, given himself away as the younger man had begun running, moving around the terrain that had previously hid him.  It didn't matter much why he'd yelled now.  All that mattered was that there had been a yell, that some large brute type had run up to the younger man, and that other heads inside the compound were turning to the noise.  There was a bit of chaos now, which meant a golden opportunity to do a little damage.<br/><br/><em>Not a lot of point in silence.</em>Even in his old age, Sean could still move fairly quietly.  Unfortunately, he'd never really mastered the art of flying silently.  With his trademark, loud-as-shit scream, Banshee launched into the air, his arms sweeping out to let the sails attached to his uniform catch the air.  He headed straight for a man in some type of power suit about 20 feet away directing a small group toward the fight.<em>So there's their veteran.</em>By the time the lieutenant spotted Banshee and had crouched down to leap at him, Banshee had already inhaled, and a full blast of sonic energy hit his target dead on.  The power suit hit the ground with a loud thud as Banshee swept out toward the group, feinting near them just enough to halt their progress toward the fight that kicked everything off.