<div class="floatleft">(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/3335904/420full-asdis-ran.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Sasquach<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Wanda Langowski<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Road Trip<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 5:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Warpath<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Dagastino’s Resturant<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wearing</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRobTgfkRhhPnPsgvcRf50sCdm6s3FAefVfu_3669ScvqZd7YGc)</div></div><hr/><br/>“I think they have far to worry about their reviews on google and yelp.” Wanda said as she she dropped the mangled fork onto the table. You know iAd this right? She asked James as she sidestepped the first goon and pointed to the boss. “Stay right there..”<br/><br/>She rapidly rabbit punched the first man, three quick blows to his ribs, taking a punch from the second as she caught the first man in mid turn. She grabbed his wrist, and spun it in a way that made a sound similar to a chicken wing when you pulled it apart. He went down in a fetal ball and a high pitched squeal.<br/><br/>Wanda turned, blocking a second and third blow from her other attacker before he tried an extravagant wheel kick that she caught just short of her face. Still holding his leg, she swung him first into the ceiling before slamming him onto the floor and finishing him off with a kick to the head that took the fight out of him as she tossed him into a corner. She should help Warpath, but she figured he needed his own fun.<br/><br/>She looked to Perelli was a disarming smile as she leaned against the table, letting the sound of mayhem behind them fill the room as she wiped her lip, it already healing. She pointed to a chair.<br/><br/>“Sit, go for the gun in your jacket, I’ll pin you to the table with a knife.” She said with that same smile. “My friend will be done folding and spindling your goons in a moment, then we are going to discuss things like..well, who is it that wants me back? How much am I worth, and what you can do to avoid lots of physical therapy.” He knew OF her, so she would at least know something of what she’d been doing the last few years; plus he knew who wanted her back. Maybe she could put a name to the voice. She looked around the room as she waited. “It’s good you sound proofed the room.”