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[h1][color=09849f]Kwassi Asokho[/color][/h1]
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[color=09849f]Location:[/color] Outside Med-Bay
[color=09849f]Skills: Photographic Memory : 16, [/color] 
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Kwassi quieted up as soon as the doors opened once more. The President came in along with another, Ricky. He fell into attention as if still on duty, one hand gently clasping against the metallic rod hidden under his uniform. They didn't know if Ricky was safe or not, they hadn't vetted him and the one lie detector they were supposed to be able to trust was currently laying on the ground asking for his father. He didn't like the situation one bit, but he wasn't about to go ahead and say it just yet. He'd rather gather a bit more before speaking.

Kwassi adjusted himself in the room, taking into account every motion Ricky made as he reacted to the news The President was giving him. He wasn't trained in any form of art that dealt with micro expressions or the like, but he liked to believe himself good at reading people. He gave it a moment, then two, and decided that Ricky was being genuine with his reactions. [Color=09849f]"Sir, with all due respect should we consider bringing in our alien friend to ensure he's properly vetted beforehand?"[/color] His attention was cut short as they were informed of the crashing ship along with the Avengers. How many of them were real and how many weren't? Kwassi wanted to get this invasion over with.