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[h1][color=09849f]Kwassi Asokho[/color][/h1]
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[color=09849f]Location:[/color] Agent 13s apartment.
[color=09849f]Skills:[/color] Mixed Martial Arts
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Kwassi ignored Agent 13 for the most part. She stood there stating she could speak for herself yet it was clear that she was incapable of that. The only reason she spoke up now was because the tone of the room allowed for it as new forms of judgment and thought made their way to light. His left hand twitched near his lower back, ready to grab his weapon if need be and deflect any oncoming physical attack that Flynn may throw at him. His file spoke of pyromancy and if fast enough, he would be able to magnetise his staff and whirl it around to disperse the flames and take minimal damage. It was clear that Flynn was driven by emotions, either having his own twisted form of logic or being completely devoid of it to begin with. Either way it was clear his insults wouldn't go unnoticed. Matt appeared to start making his way towards rhe door, Kwassi debating if he should let him leave or wait for this to settle, optingnfor the former in order to follow his senior agent. 

The next few seconds went by in a flash however. Flynn pulled a gun on them, shooting Kwassi in the stomach, then Agent 13, and missing Agent Moss. Had he been faster he could've caught the round with his baton, magnetising the bullet towards it, or attempting to deflect it. He wasn't however expecting a shot and that allowed for hesitation. [Color=09849f]"Oh for fucks sake."[/color] Kwassi dropped hisnlefr hand down, grabbing his gun and shooting a paralytic shot at Flynn, imbedding it into his upper shoulder. It was designed and made for a Super Soldier, to help slow down Captain America. On Flynn, it should lock him up. None of the doses were high enough to be potentially lethal for a normal person, in the event he had to restrain a human, mutant, or teammates. Kwassi holsters his gun once more, removing his batons and forming a bo staff to use as support. 

When he turned to try the door the handle wouldn't budge. He tried it once more, trying to lock and unlock the door to see if perhaps the lock had malfunctioned but it wouldn't budge either. [Color=09849f][i]Shitty ass apartment.[/i][/color] Was all he could think to himself as he braced for impact. One hand gripping the staff, another his wound, he balanced on one leg and kicked the door. It shook but didn't open. He tried once more and got the same results. [Color=09849f]"Very funny.  Is there a trick to this door Agent 13? Or do you intend to keep us here?"[/color]