<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) - 4:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Warpath<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Road trip!<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/><strong>Inside</strong><br/><br/>It had started nice enough, Wanda had come in and started asking about her issue. She recently been in an accident and had no memory of her life prior. She, as she demonstrated by speaking with the men, spoke Russian and knew a particularly brutal martial art. She had been explaining how she was looking for answers when a man with a facial scar that looked like something recent claw wound tried to hit her in the back of the head with a sawed off shotgun.<br/><br/>Wanda hadn't been amused in the least by that. Neither had the nearly dozen men, every single one of them outweighing her by at least 40 pounds when she turned around. She broke the shotgun over her knee and slung it after the still screaming man. She brushed her hair out of her face and spoke to them men as she picked up a weight lifter's bar from the rack, by itself weighing around 50 pounds.<br/><br/>"Honored gentlemen of the Very, we can do this one of several ways. The first is the easy way..where I ask questions.. you answer, I leave after paying for the window.. She cocked her head to one side with a wry smile. ..and whatever car window I just broke. Then there is the next way, where I beat you all bloody till someone is concussed to the point of being sensible enough to tell me what I want. The third way is much like the second, but my partner arrives before I find the wise man in your group and the building collapses from the damage we inflict on it, you, and anything we lay hands on."  She said in fluent Russian, a bit surprised how good she'd gotta. She knew Polish, Yiddish, German, French and Russian from her studies but hadn't had not had much need for anything past English for a while. Apparently Italian wasn't her only extracurricular language of late.<br/><br/>The men, save about three who looked terrified of her, charged her in one big mass.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Outside</strong><br/><br/>Simply getting in wasn't so easy as there was 9 angry Russian mobsters with varying levels of nastiness about them. Two pulled something that could described as sabers or 'really big' Bowie knives, an AK smg cut down to hide under a jacket and what looked like something Jimmy had once see an agent of AIM use. Something high powered and laser based. The man who was ejected from the window was cutting his way out of the curtains he'd brought with him and the 'ray guy' guy was looking into the building.<br/><br/>The others are looked ready to rush Jimmy. They were all swearing in languages he'd heard only bits and pieces of, but a few phrases registered from his time around Colossus and Magick. The two siblings was they were things not anatomically possible