<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSnnfVhMRd8KSOOJCRF1oxfmIFSXT1fYhDQ8wKOKcyKKRqzfC-EzA)<br/><strong>Code Name</strong>: Cavalry<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Eric Brandon<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hallway to the Danger Control Room<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 12:30 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wanda, (Mentioned Shatterstar and Kindle)<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Trying not to be a goof.<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:  <br/><hr/> <br/> Eric finished his most recent shower.  He dried off and pulled on just a T-shirt, he wasn’t finished his training but his own workout would have to wait for his fine-tuning of his scenarios.    He walked passed Ben and the new girl.  He found himself looking back at her as he kept walking back towards the elevator to the danger room.  She was walking with Ben’s hand in hers.  He smirked.  ‘Lucky guy, She's pretty!’  He hopped on to the elevator and went downstairs.  He went back into the control room where sat at the computer console when he heard and felt the door to the room open.  He was putting in several programs then he looked over his own rosters to changing things up a bit, then mix and match a few costumes for psychological purposes then he looked down into the room.  ‘Damn!  She is nice on the eyes, wondering who she is with?’  He thought.<br/><br/>Hank told him to say something, he didn’t want to see something he wasn’t supposed to.  The place was equipped with all types of…abilities so it wasn’t beyond some students to make…sex a thing in her either.  So since she was in two pieces he didn’t want to assume that training was all she had in mind.<br/><br/>“Ahem…Excuse me, ma’am?”  ‘Wanda…she is your colleague, she is an older woman she might not like ma’am.’  His mind was constantly thinking, he was pretty socially awkward to some degree, not Shatterstar awkward but not too far off either.  ‘Damn I should have gone to the kitchen to get something to eat…oh well it is probably gone anyway.  I may have to wait till lunch.’<br/><br/>“Ms. Wanda…This is Eric…Dr. McCoy’s TA, lab assistant, Medic, chief gopher!  Ah Hi!  Do you need some help with anything?  I am working on a few programs, Ma…Miss and I can help you with whatever you might need maybe?”  Doing his best to be polite without insulting.  He wasn’t about to go into he knew most people’s files for health reasons and had to maintain, Dr/PT confidentiality.  He knew of her background, but not full file briefings that were on a need to know and presently he didn’t.   <br/></div>