<strong>Name: </strong>Mecha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headquarters gym<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Fetter, Open<br/>Character Sheets (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=228807.0)<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/6d/5b/98/6d5b98e63730cac65261016f7ac43381.jpg)</div><br/>Cassandra followed along behind the Overwatch agent as she gave her the tour of the facilities in the new building. So far it looked better than she had expected, they apparently had a sizable annual budget and weren’t afraid to spend it. She thought as she paused to look out over the ocean, the view was nice. The building was designed with an open glass lattice as the outer wall , with the majority of the closed spaces in the central core of the building. It made the place feel bright and airy. Though the white overall color scheme made the place feel more like a lab or hospital than a government run military facility, and probably added to the brightness of the place. And the labs they had shown her were state of the art, the building fully smart and integrated with a high functioning autonomous computer network. Her tour guide had said that it was smart but she never called it AI. And given how the poor girls eyes glazed over when she had started asking more technical questions meant that she would need to ask some else or find out for herself. I wonder if we did any of the work for the system.<br/><br/>Cassy’s idle thoughts pausing as she  looked back over to her tour guide as she registered the woman’s voice.<br/><strong>“Oh sorry I was just taking everything in.”</strong>She said, smiling brightly as she resumed following along after her guide her heels clicking on the smooth tile floor. Is that marble?<br/><br/>“And on this floor are all the team amenities, pool, sauna, dry and wet. A full fitness center with a running track along the outer perimeter of ….” The guide stopped dead as the thunderous clang rung out.  Cassy’s and the guides eyes, as well as anyone else on the floor, all fixed on the metal weight plate that was currently imbedded in the ceiling of the gym.<br/><br/><strong>“I’m guessing that’s not supposed to work that way.” </strong>Cassandra says to the guide her head shaking as she starts making her way over to the row of custom fitness equipment. And the raven haired woman who was 'using' the machine.<br/><br/><strong>“Ummm… Need some help?”</strong>Cassy asks unable to fully hide the smirk or amusement in her voice.  Her almost too bright, too perfect blue eyes moving back down from the magnetically suspended weight  to the woman who was ‘attempting ‘ to use the advanced piece of training equipment. The smirking woman standing above Fetter was dressed in a very expensive looking grey pencil skirt and matching blazer over a white silk button down shirt. Her long blond hair pulled back into a simple ponytail that swayed as she looked down to Fetter.<br/>