[center][h2][b][u]Katherine Tran[/u][/b][/h2][/center]

[indent]"Oh. Of course." Maybe a bit flustered by the sudden pace change, KT fixed the access badge to the right side of her chest, and collected the shrimp tempura roll she had ordered for. She hurried after Diana, slipping into through the elevator door just as it closed. "Pedal to the metal as ever with you." She smiled at her friend as she caught her breath a bit. "Not sure how I ever kept up with you through high school," she chuckled. "Anyways, I still have your, mostly, undivided attention." She turned with a more business-like expression. "The reason for me coming here today: I was hoping you could help me find work. I'm fresh out of college, and need to start making ends meet as soon as possible."[/indent]

[center][h2][b][u]Horace J. Wolfe[/u][/b][/h2][/center]

[indent][b]Bzzzz.[/b]

Horace's phone vibrated against the side of his leg. "Hold on," he said to the assistant awaiting him with a folder labeled "CLASSIFIED" clung in his hands like a pearl necklace. "From Diana Smith," he said aloud so the others on detail knew it was serious. "I'll be off-premises until 18:00," he announced. "Don't contact unless it's an emergency. Kirk is in charge until I return for the final sweep before night shift. Harl," he raised a hand to the assistant with the folder, "leave it at my desk and I'll look at it when I return." The young assistant's face faded into dissappointment and dejection. 

Wolfe turned and departed the security HQ. 

[quote][i]Affirmative. Will meet you in the Atrium.[/i][/quote][/indent]

[center][h2][b][u]Theresa "Toro" Torres[/u][/b][/h2]
[i]70th Street Bank Heist[/i][/center]

[indent]The suit crashed through the wall and into the front side of the bank on Theresa's throw. Kicking out chunks of the now-broken wall, Theresa stepped through hole as the mecha reared back up and dug in. Theresa followed suit, bracing herself for another bout of Human vs. Machine. She didn't need any warning when the mech's next weapon revealed itself. The sight of the orange light set The Bull of 70th Street into motion. The wave of heat rippled behind her as she dove for cover behind a countertop island of withdrawl & deposit forms. Checking around the island's corner, she spotted Valentina and the rest of their crew making a run for the truck with what spoils they could carry. 

"Right. Time to bounce." 

Theresa sprung out from behind the island, and slid in behind another one equidistant between the broken wall of her doing and the one the truck had crashed through. She punched and open hand up, breaking the marble countertop from the island and split off a sizeable chunk of it. Sprinting from her cover to the passenger door of the truck, she flung the chunk of marble like a frisbee in the direction of the suit, aiming to knock its legs, or at least distract it, as she and the 70th Street crew made their get away.[/indent]