<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, near the museum.<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Mid Knight<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Sean nodded as the kid explained his rationale for running where he did.<em>Fair enough</em>his face seemed to say.  He didn't see what hunger had to do with a museum, but didn't want to rag on him.  It hadn't been an easy day, and that man back at USC was probably his first kill.  Sean's first kill had been at INTERPOL, over twenty years ago.<br/><br/>He saw the boy take a longer look at the green and yellow uniform Sean was wearing, and noticed the recognition in his eyes.  "Yup" he said.  "Used to be."  That happened to be the end of that conversation, though, as he had once again transitioned to food.  Fortunately, food was plenty available.  Restaurants and stores still stood, and were quite stocked, most people having been too afraid to do a last minute stock on food, or had been captured in the process.  The judges, as Sean had started calling them, had probably cleaned some out, but thus far Sean hadn't had much trouble finding things to eat.<br/><br/>He was trying to figure out where the closest stores of food might be and whether or not they could get away with a raid on it with he heard the boy's voice again, drawing his attention toward a woman leaning against a wall, and Sean saw that he had already started walking over to her.<em>Looks like there is something that can make him forget about food</em>he thought.  He didn't like that he was instantly advertising his situation, especially knowing that the judges probably had spies scattered around the city.  Seeing that the woman wasn't alone, and that a larger man that seemed to exude an aura of confidence was nearby, Sean hastily took a couple of steps forward toward them, ready to cover this kid's ass for the second time today.  He brought his hands up in an exaggerated, non-threatening gesture, but it was more so that his sails were out, ready to catch air should Sean have to leave the ground.  Unlike his companion, though, sean didn't say a word.<br/><br/>It was Katerina's step back that removed some of Banshee's concern.  She was scared.  She was also looking at him with recognition.  Unfortunately, Sean still didn't know whether she was a refugee afraid of potential capture or an ambush realizing she'd bit off more than she could chew.  As the floating rubble indicated, she was a mutant.  He wasn't sure whether she dropped the rock as a gesture of goodwill or because she couldn't control it with passive concentration.<em>Always too many variables.</em>He kept standing where he was.  "Not looking to walk into a trap."