She supposed people would find Mister Talks' power scary. Suzumi understood that fear but it didn't quite hold to her. With focus and will you could fight or at least resist such a power. However...

A sniper. [i]That [/i]was interesting. [i]That [/i]was scary. Snipers were strange people. Suzumi had no idea what to think of them. They were both reassuring and terrifying at the same time. On one hand they had your back. On the other hand they had your back. Suzumi didn't mind the idea of taking out an enemy who never saw you coming, but only when she was the one who was doing the taking.

The idea that one day she might be walking down the street and was suddenly dead is scary. All her training, all her skill, completely irrelevant in the face of the bullet she never got the chance to avoid. A bullet she never knew was coming.

Suzumi had a healthy respect for those who lurk behind the scope. She often didn't like them, but she most definitely always respected them.
 
 
 
Herr Doktor spoke up. Germans were also interesting. Especially German doctors. She half expected him to be a cackling madman in his spare time but he seemed okay. She didn't catch his bloodline but it might be something she knew. Was he perhaps the descendant of a World War doctor? Suzumi's knowledge of world history began and ended with the second World War. Something to look into later maybe.

The Doctor was followed by The Facestomper. Khan. Genghis Khan? She wondered if Facestomper ever considered professional fighting. Did professional fighting syndicates check for Bloodlines? She knew they didn't in Russia. At least the less reputable ones didn't.

Suzumi did not have a clever nickname to give the man calling himself Deuce. He had said a lot but had not given away much information. That seemed like a good skill to have for his kind of role. From the way he spoke it seemed as if this was not the first assignment for some people. Suzumi had been under the impression everyone here was fresh, excepting maybe the Gypsy Boss. She would keep an eye on Deuce but she did appreciate his personal professionalism; if Suzumi were captured and tortured a skilled interrogator could glean information from her - but she would have nothing to give them on this Deuce man.

Her brain broke down trying to comprehend all of the driver's speech. She did understand the woman was a driver at least. That was good.
 
 
 
Suzumi raised her eyebrows as the man beside her began speaking in Russian. [b]"<I can speak and understand English, it is only the nuances and turn of phrase that elude me>"[/b] she explained. [b]"<If you have something you need to say to me personally, Russian or Japanese would be good. You offer is kind, but I shouldn't need an actual translator unless someone overloads with pop culture or strange English colloquialisms>"[/b]

She took another drink of her water. [b]"<So, Gypsy Boss, do we have a tactical plan yet or are we working on it?>"[/b]

Suzumi froze as she realized she'd called him Gypsy Boss and not his actual name. Crap