<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/0ace64f2-70c4-4a84-8238-612f751ca766/d47uzvp-944a6986-4240-442e-b1cd-302591e2f4bd.jpg/v1/fill/w_762,h_1049,q_70,strp/wanda_langkowski_aka_sasquatch_by_wardogs101_d47uzvp-pre.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Sasquach<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Wanda Langowski<br/><strong>Location</strong>:Wanda’s Classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 2:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Warpath, anyone else interested.<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<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/>"Did my afternoon tea and chat with the headmaster headshrinker. We discussed a few things. I had a breakthrough, and a breakdown, and got an idea how the mindfucker started with me. You got a med kit in your ride? I figure either we take it or my Land Rover." She filled him on what she experienced in the Danger room as she walked with him outside to the staff parking lot. "So, that in a nutshell is why I can handle things and know how to be.. well lady like or adjacent at least." She closed her jacket as they got in the vehicle of choice.<br/><br/>"You should have seen Charle's face when I asked to borrow the Bentley, but moving on the essentials. I found a few clues." She pulled out the printout. "I found a few dojos.. studios.. whatever.. that teach Krav Maga. I want to check them out before we check out the other spots." She looked at him. "Just so you know.. I called Crate and Barrel, the cops who were working with me.. that last one on the list.. you might want to stay outside. It's a hang out for the Vory." She looked at him and continues. "The nasty mean part of the US arm of the Russian Mob. Stay close though.. I figure if things go south. Even though I promised the professor I'd not involve Damage Control more than absolutely needed. Guns come out..you hear shooting.. the gloves are off."<br/><br/>"So, let's go with closest to furthest, which leaves the Red Star Studio..the problem child last."