<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>:On the way to Class<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:20 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Thunderbird, and anyone else<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.beautiful-women-pedia.com/images/asdis-ran-12a.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/>"Yeah, like I said.. classes are falling into place." She tapped her head where the bullet wound had been, long gone thanks to the healing powers of her body. "It's like an itch you can't scratch. I get flashes of what happened over the last two years, but nothing coherent." She shrugged as she let the rest drop. "Today I found out in addition to learning how to shop for clothes, makeup, and speaking Italian; I picked up some skill in Krav Maga. So I don't have to go 10 ft tall white furry girl monster to fight now. Whoever I was during the last two years, I was a bit meaner than I used to be."<br/><br/>"So, if I can get a lead or two, want to help me turn them over? The cops said a woman matching my description was hanging out in a very nasty bar in Devil's Kitchen and a couple clubs across the city. When they give me the specifics I might need to go ask some questions. Now I can flip a car without going all monster, but let's be honest, till I start breaking limbs or throwing pool tables folks don't intimidate well from someone like me."