<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br/><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix, Mid-Knight, Banshee, Open<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>“East of here is the USC main campus, which is completely overrun and one of the main bases of operation, that's where I got out...Unfortunately, that's all I know. Banshee and I pretty much came straight here. Banshee can probably say more,” Jake said.<br/><br/>Natasha drew the location of the bad guys on the map, marking it very creatively with 'Bad Guys' while drawing an angry smiley '>:-(' next to it, so that there was no mistake where the bad guys were located.<br/><br/>“Banshee, can you maybe tell us more about what's going on there? Maybe you have some ideas as well for what we can do?” Natasha asked, before adding, “Oh, and I like your suggestion of staying on the edges of the city, that probably makes more sense then getting right in the middle of it. You're the tactical genius here, or better said, you are compared to me. The only thing I know how to combat are bacteria, viruses, and infections.”<br/><br/>Natasha shrugged, and made room for Banshee at the table, giving him a chance to have his say. She lay the pen down on top of the map, in case anybody else wanted to add something to the drawing.<br/><br/>It felt good to have something to do. Sitting around and rethinking what happened in the past days was only distracting and bad for morale. They had to look forward, not backward. The past couldn't be changed anymore, but they could still influence the future.