<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/>Fang sniffed at the suggestion that there should be professional courtesy between a runner and a common assassin, but she wasn't secure enough in that assessment to say anything about it.  Nor was this an appropriate time.<br/><br/>She lifted the sword to her shoulder, then took a small snake’s fang from her pocket and leaned over the assassin to tuck it into his shirt pocket.<br/><br/>Straightening up, she stepped back.  “Go get your hand patched up.  I’ll take the phone call.”<br/><br/>She glanced down at her employer.  “Are you all right old man?  I’ll be right back down.  We still have business to finish.”<br/>