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[hr][center][h1]The Beginning of Pain[/h1][/center][hr]

Wendy lifted her arms like a backwards skydive position feet together slightly raised and it took every ounce of concentration to hardening the part of her that was under kinetic and friction assault but the initial landing had done a number on her backside. 

[i]”Damn I gotta pay out to a healer”[/i] she thought briefly blowing her focus so her shell cracked in the last 45 meters adding the cherry on top for her pain.

[hr][center][h1]Understanding Pain[/h1][/center][hr]

She’d come to a stop only seconds when a Gate opened and out poured the calvary as Mr. Ego squealed like a babe newly separated from mommy’s teat.

It wasn’t just the damage taken in the aftermath but the explosion she’d taken to the face that was the worst, she taken a powerful kinetic energy pulse through the body when the only thing hard shelled on her had been her helmet; it saved her hearing but not her vision nor inner ear.

[hr][center][h1]Pain replaced by Amusment[/h1][/center][hr]

She felt a lovely tingle pass though her body and recognized it as the energy of a healer so she opened her eyes surfacing from her meditation to control the pain because a very interesting young man with a beard and an expression that told her she had stirred his reality. 

It was nice and all to be admired by men who liked women but it meant more work for her to break through simple visual perceptions; bimbo, blondie, cutey, sugar, honey, and a litany of expression both flattering and foul she’d heard them all. It was why when they asked her the other day what she wanted as a call sign she’d fallen for an old and tradition trap for being a smart ass ; they recorded the next thing you said.

[i]”Perfection seems to be a name you like…[/i]

[b]PERFECTION[/b] The leach who’d been her guide though registration said with a chuckle adding [b]Time to own it babe and here's my address both actual and net if you ever need anything[/b]

She’d asked him to change it and he’d laughed and said she had to wear it 3 years by law and then she could present a petition of redress; a week and a half ago she'd confirmed it by calling her dad who was likely still laughing even though she blamed him for not warning or teaching her about the law of first name.

[hr][center][h1]Back to the Present[/h1][/center][hr]

Wendy grabbed the Healer’s arm at the biceps pulling her body into a sitting position

 [b][color=20b2aa]”If you’ll just give me a little more of that sweet power of yours my body can heal on its own by evening”[/color][/b] she purred just before kissing his cheek so he’d give her what she though would increase her recovery in his hesitation.

[b][color=20b2aa]”I own ya at least dinner for the boost for my healing rate
My names Wendy Weathers if ya didn’t already know” [/color][/b]

She knew she was being a bit flirty but healing energies always well gave her a real charge; maybe why she was sensitive to it was she was sensitive to sensing the world around her on a level others didn’t notice.

She swung her legs off whatever she was own and told them she was recovering and as a demonstration altered her Eufiber to resemble comfortable jeans tucked in simple calf high soft fabric tabi boots a deep burgundy in color. Her torso was now shrouded by a loose fitting black silk jacket with gold piping and on the back a large Flaming Skull that shimmered under its own light appearing animated which it is (Micro Fiber Optic thread, she uses it as a way to constantly push her control skill). Underneath the open jacker is a T-shirt for a popular band named Silicon Dragons a band know for the fact they are all Gamma and a Female. All this was accomplished in less than 3 seconds her suit seeming to briefly turn into a kaleidoscope of shimmering liquid metallic colors before settling. 

[hr][center][h1]Now to the Meat[/h1][/center][hr]

[b][color=20b2aa]”I’d luv ta know where the chief officer or investigator or rooky yall need me to chat wit; I ain’t picky just wanna go get a soak and spa message skip the happy ending” [/color][/b] says Wendy as she starts stretching as if she were preping for an event.

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[h2]GM stuff[/h2]

We have two actual cops here and I can see in the interest of cooperation they might share the conversation allowing whoever asks first to take the lead and the second interview be additions and clarifications  

The Ego baby will be carted off in one of the shoot mega drones to the nearest healing center but only after the two healers clean him as stable for transport

After this phase we can assume someone asked for the directs and Dorian as the closest member of the Net Watch Can put his stamp of authenticity on it (Think a sort of evidence seal where they commit it to memory and if it is brought in question it can be verified by the Mind Dancers)

Information 

Once info is fed into the net you get a hit

Margaret Fletcher aka Midge an assassin trained by the Hidden Society a group of Gamma who recruit emerging Gamma to their profession (The Dues support a network of posted Gamma and Baseline servants along with safehouses and secured transport systems)

Rumor has it they kicked her out for stability problems even though she was a good operative but never throwing out the useful idiot the pay her as a contractor from time to time

Gamma talents 
Shrinking (Her smallest acessed size 1 Inch with potential for smaller)
Flight Rate 135 kph
Bloodhound 
Chameleon 

Str rate 1
Can take a low medium lvl of damage