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[h1][color=c4df9b]Berrit Harris[/color][/h1] - [h3]Gotham[/h3]

Berrit walked into the main living-room, lightly dusting off her sleeve where a shade of dust had gathered. She was about to call for a drink, when her ears twitched beneath her dark hair. Turning her head to the side, she heard the emergency reports coming from one of the TV's in the entertainment rooms... her ear twitched again - The BBC. She casually made her way over to the room, where some of the help were gathered - watching the chaos being reported on from afar. When they noticed her, they scattered while one reached to turn off the feed. He was stilled with a slight raise of her left hand, before he too fled. 

	She watched a new - young- superhero team fumble about, a speedster, an android, a moron it seemed (her eyes narrowed as she saw one run forwards with with a staff, clearly intent on saving another who was having the shit beaten out of him) - speaking of, a mage of sorts? Pyromancer? Was this the team she was to have joined? Really? Her eyes focused on the enemy of the hour - clearly someone with either vast magical - or reality warping powers - and really, what was the difference? How could she have aided in this situation?

	Her fingers, who had been fidgeting at her sleeve since she started watching the report, moved over to her watch-face, and tapped on the screen twice. A few moments later a well dressed butler walked in. "You called, Mam." - She remained quiet for a few seconds more. [color=c4df9b]"Find me the best sharpshooter you can on short notice, as well as a comprehensive reading list on rifle design, ballistics - physics, chemistry - the lot. Also a complete list of available models, both on and off market."[/color] He just nodded and left the room.

	She stayed behind, watching the screen for a few more minutes, before she took out her phone. A few taps later - [color=c4df9b]"Henry - I need some work done on the house. Soundproofing... yes... more. I need you to come for a consultation. Good."[/color] She cut the call, before leaving the room - and heading to her office. She spent the next few hours reading up on bullet proofing your home, bullet design, metal-working, and light-weight combat gear. 

(well, now she is introduced - she can meet up with you when you have won the day and proven your great worth)