<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Tagz300.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Theresa “Tee” Vasquez  A.K.A Tagz<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shiori Izayoi, Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Waking up<br/><hr/><br/>Theresa wandered into the kitchen and gave a long stretch and yawn.  Her long brown hair fell across her shoulders in a wild mess.  She still wore the white tank top and flannel boxers that she had slept in the previous night.  Theresa worked on autopilot most mornings until she had breakfast and her morning OJ.  There was some thumping and scraping and the occasional mumble of a half way coherent sentence before she shuffled her way to the shiny couch, scratching an itch on her cutely firm tush as she went.<br/><br/>“Buenos días Ori," She greeted the clackity, clack that could only be Shiori already at work.  The girl seemed to live on that computer.  Still it was better her than Theresa.  Research drove her nuts, unless it was for a new tattoo.  Ori was a severe and passionate Bombshell, a few years Theresa’s junior, not that you would know it talking to them.  She was, like the others, fit, beautiful and a quite the handful.  Really it was a wonder the Bombshells didn’t fight one another more often.  They were all strong willed women from very different backgrounds that had their own ways of doing things.  Thankfully they were also dedicated to the job.  At least they were all supposed to be.  The jury was still out on Infinity as far as Theresa was concern.  She was too new to the Bombshells for Theresa to trust her completely.  Yeah it was a character flaw of hers, but you could take the girl out of the streets, but not the streets out of the girl.  Trust was earned not given.<br/><br/>Theresa wasn’t a researcher like Ori or a thumper like Infinity, she more the group’s liaison of a sorts.  She knew the gangs, the cops and the people of Brooklyn, having grown up there.  Some of her old friends and family felt she had abandoned her roots, living in a loft above the gritty reality that was life on the Brooklyn streets.  Really Theresa faced that gritty reality daily fighting the gangs and super criminals that called those streets, her streets, home.<br/><br/>Settling herself cross legged on the couch to help force herself to wake up she spooned a mouthful of Wheaties (breakfast of champions!) and grabbed the remote.  Ori was already on the team’s computer, so there was no need to double down on boredom with the morning news.  Flipping through the channels she settled on Power Puff Girls and went about eating her breakfast.<br/><br/>“Anything interesting?” She finally asked after a good ten minutes of silence between the two young women.  It was Theresa’s way of asking if trouble was brewing.