<div class="floatright">(https://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbseg/281/281190-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sunsteel Angel (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</strong></span>Location: Avengers Tower, Command Room, Sand Diego<br/>Tagging: Daibuster<br/><br/><br/>"What do you mean that information is for the task force only? We are on the same side, what about that bust I handed you, handed you in Sacramento..." Sunsteel Angel spoke tersely into the phone, she couldn't do this as Angela, she didn't have the authority as a civilian, nor woas she recognized by anyone in the Police Force as the teen stunt woman. She listened to the weak excuses. "Raf, you are killing my willingness to trade favors. Do I need to pull rank and call in the Avengers card? This ties us up in paperwork and having to explain how I know this..." A wicked smile crawls across her face, "Right." She agreed, she waited as he continued. "Right. Everything, dossiers, pics, whether they are right or left handed, and girlfriend's ring finger size. Everything." There was a bit more, "Raf, this is tied to Burning Man, I can't go into how deeply, but I need to have the data to infiltrate and feed more out." A bit more, "Really? That is quite... yes we will be careful. Six miles away safe, I don't know if I can promise that and you know..." The voice on the other side of the phone grows emphatic, "I will protect the people, mine, yours, and the innocent, that is all I can promise." A bit more, "Thanks Raf."<br/><br/>Angel powered down as the phone was put away, using the intercom, "Dai, you have a file dump coming, cover its tracks and end its connection to the SoCal organized crime lab. Please, help out, he is short cutting us the info. If possible kill the signature." Releasing the button, she fell into the afterglow again of what Still had her legs shaky. Ooff, that woman knew how to rock a world. Properly ravished... she hoped that she had offered even a bit in the right direction there. She headed for her bunk, her legs were weak, and her body felt drained, she needed the rest, though she had to offer the help she could. She would review the information tomorrow, remember key players, ties, and connections, and dig into their lives a bit more. That would be tomorrow. When she had finally caught her breath.<br/><br/>