<div class="floatright">(http://pcdn.500px.net/1457206/db808eb72ec7f66c5fee911270793ffb863a582d/3.jpg)</div>Cassandra Keisling/Fang<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Stun Damage:  0<br/>Lethal Damage: 0<br/>Spirits:  <br/>Tuatha deDanan (Force III Spirt of Man, Bound) 11 Services.  <br/>Mistress Mischeif (Force III Spirit of Fire, Summoned) 1 Services<br/>NY: 1,250</div></div><br/>Caassandra groaned softly and whispered, “Now what?”  She probed at the console with her fingers and pondered.  She’d intended to find someone with access to the relevant apartments and persuade them to let her in.<br/><br/>She’d have to improvise.<br/><br/>And if that didn’t work, she’d have to wait.<br/><br/>The black girl leaned back in the elevator, crossed her arms under her breasts, and pondered.<br/><br/>She opened her eyes again and dug around in her pockets, then grumbled aloud, “If the man really wants my company he should have given me a key.”<br/><br/>She pouted and started back out of the elvevator, then went looking for the stairs.  If all went well, she’d be able to take them all the way to the relevant floor, then get Mistress Mischief to deal with the lock.<br/>