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[h1][color=09849f]Kwassi Asokho[/color][/h1]
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[color=09849f]Location:[/color] Outside Presidential Suite
[color=09849f]Skills: Photographic Memory : 16, [/color] 
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Black Widow moved as effortlessly and swiftly as he'd always imagined she might. Knocking his ICER out of his hands with ease before loosening his stance and pinning him to the ground. A part of him was geeking out inside to have been able to see her in action, another part greatly annoyed by the inconvenience and the fact that no one seemed to be the least bit worried about the potential Flynposter. [Color=09849f]"Seriously? Last time we saw that man his joints unhinged like a mechanical construct and shot dawned missiles at us just before calling the aid of the delightful neighbors from down the lane."[/color] He didn't bother attempting to resist against Black Widow, feeling it would not only be futile, but potentially end up with some broken bones. 

Kwassi tried his best to match eyes with Flynn only to see Goose walk up to him and slap him with a tentacle. [Color=09849f]"No offense, just last you I ran into literally tried blowing me up, set the room ablaze, and broke my favorite staff which...shouldn't of even been possible but..."[/color] In all honesty so many things happened so quickly in that small space, coupled with the missiles exploding, Kwassi may of gotten a concussion and forgotten a few details. [Color=09849f]"Also if its all the same to you would you mind getting off me Black Widow? I appreciate your work but I'd like to be standing now."[/color]