<strong>Appearing without so much a warning (or even an establishing shot), Tassa “Red” Kaye</strong><br/><br/>Tassa (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/tumblr_l2r3y71g6h1qc1ijqo1_500.jpg) had driven to work. It was a point in pride that she never took the bus, and to her mind, waking was for when she was on an op. She was a street racer by past deeds and, as such, she preferred a good, powerful ride to get her to where she wanted to be. She pulled up her car outside the warehouse, clambering out as she headed towards the main entrance. Her short-sleeved shirt showed off the elaborate ink that covered her right arm, the left a decidedly unnatural metal. Baggy khaki pants and thick-soled boots merely accented the look.<br/><br/>“Hey guys.” She began with a moderately friendly smile as she headed through security, running enough biometrics to confirm that she was herself and not an elaborate double, a cyborg clone or the like. None of those she’d rule out, especially not with the level of crazy she’d seen in the last two years since she joined Black Hearts. True, the security precautions didn’t rule out the possibility that a hostile AI had jacked her brain and was using her as an instrument to kick-start the Singularity, but that didn’t seem to be an issue.<br/><br/>At least, not yet.<br/><br/>Heading on past reception, she took note of her instructions and headed to WAR Room 2. Personally, she preferred I; the joke was that if you were in it, you were on the up and up, while 2 was home to the B-Team. Added to that, 2 had so many nicer touches; better chairs, nicer equipment and a better selection of bar snacks. Still, she wasn’t going to argue, especially not with the amout of money she was getting paid to sit in WR2.<br/><br/>“Bow down and worship, Mortals.” She began as she strode into the room, a confident swagger in her hips. “For your goddess has arrived.” The dramatic statement lost some of its edge given the empty room.<em>Being first in means you can’t make an entrance</em>, she reminded herself, stepping into the room and flopping down into a chair, leaning back.<em>So what’s today’s insanity gonna be, I wonder?</em><br/><br/>One thing that Tassa knew for certain; there was no such thing as a dull day in the Blackhearts.<br/>