<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) 11 Services.  <br/><br/>NY: 1,250</div></div><br/>The naga girl cinched in close enough that a casual observer might dismiss them as a couple on a date, with their voices drowned out by the music.  She didn't actually put her arm around his waist, though, just left it in her lap.<br/><br/>She studdied the two data packs intently, though she wasn't jaded enough to witness the masacre without going pale and gritting her teeth, wincing visibly at the final insult of ending the innocent little lap dog and quietly hating herself for the way the she viewed everything up 'til that with cold, composed anger, but the non-sapient's death nearly made her break down and cry.<br/><br/>She bit her lower lips for a moment, then inquired, "Was there an obvious camera at the time?  Or did he figure out where to shoot to shut down the com network?"  If a man that deadly with firearms was also a competent hacker...