<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>: 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/>“Hopefully, we will get to the desert tray.” Wanda said as she opened the door, swiveling in place before stepping out of the truck and opening her jacket to show off the outfit underneath. Not a thing out of place, which given her fight earlier stood out to Jimmy as she stepped out in front of the truck and offered her arm.<br/><br/>She let him walk her to the restaurant, after all they were trying to mostly blend in. She was over six foot in her hells and Jimmy definitely stood head over every man there.  Not to mention while her looks could be described as ‘Nordic’ he campanile was clearly from no where in Europe.<br/><br/>“Two for Dr Langowski.” She told the matre de, a flash of green going from her hand to his.