<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:  2<br/>Lethal Damage: 0<br/><br/>Edge:  6/3<br/><br/>Spirits:  <br/>Tuatha deDanan (Force III Spirit of Man, Bound) 11 Services.  <br/><br/>Spells:  <br/>Increased Reflexes IV (+3 Passes.)  <br/><br/>NY: 1,250<br/></div></div><br/>For a moment, the black girl arched a brow at the quality of the certified cred stick.  Ones with such a high credit limit were a bit hard to come by.  There was a lot she didn’t know about this man, but that’s how it usually was in her line of work.  She slipped it into her jacket pocket.<br/><br/>“It’s been a pleasure working for you, sir.” Fang smiled and shook his hand.  “You know how to reach me if you need me again.”  She stepped to the side and gestured for him to head out the door.<br/><br/>Once the old orc was gone, Fang called up a secure com channel and dialed in the code she’d gotten from the assassin.  An AR image of her current appearance was relayed to the other end, shotgun in one hand, other fisted on her hip.  “Not the best way to make an impression on a girl you want to hire.  Do you normally kill off people’s other clients before approaching them?”<br/>