Savant Name: Quickflash
Human Name: Kasumi Goto
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Appearance: Kasumi is medium height and has one of the most average body descriptions possible for a human being. She has short black hair at the front that flows down around her back and brown eyes, though most of her face is obscured by her outfit. She wears all black clothing with a hood that covers her hair and comes down to her eyes with only her eyes down to her neck showing. She wears black gloves and never seems to change outfits.
She looks like this.
Skills: Stealth (3)
Observation (2)
Sleight of Hand (2)
Lockpicking (1)
Melee (1)
Agility (1)
Flaws:
Guns (2)
Kleptomania (2)
Power: Cyberpathy
Equipment: Mobile phone that never leaves her pocket, Set of lockpicks, reprogrammable keycard, stiletto knife
Bio: Kasumi was born to a family of Savants in Japan who were having a tough time scraping by. She first saw powers being used when she saw her father slam two triad members into a wall with his telekenesis. She was taught to never use guns and has not touched one in her life resulting in her crippling inability to use them as well as her irrational fear of using them. As she grew up, she started helping her father break into various places and her talent with computers was very useful and aided her in many a situation. As a result she is fluent in every coding language and though her friends assume she is joking when she says she thinks in code, she is not quite so sure. She was first recruited to do a job by the Savant community several years ago in which she broke into some rich guy's mansion (and stole his nicest silverware whilst she was there, not that he'd miss it) and proved he'd been setting up mass insurance fraud for a company.
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Kasumi awoke with a yawn and pulled herself out of the pod that she'd called home for the last couple of months. This latest fix was proving to be even more of an interesting challenge that she'd anticipated. Now she was having to question whether she should upload the details of his repeated infidelity for all the world to see, or just send it to his wife and let her see. Either way, by the end of the week, that lovely statue in his room would be joining her small rented room of treasures. She knew that they'd probably be worth enough yen to get her an apartment but she didn't really want to sell them. Besides, that wouldn't help, she'd stopped seeing the shrink her dad had recommended for her supposed Kleptomania after she'd stolen his wedding ring off of his finger whilst he hadn't noticed.
Or you could come do something decent with your life Kasumi... The presence in her head sent tingles up her spine and she shot something back in Japanese telling her mystery guest exactly what she thought of his intruding upon a girl's private thoughts. He apologised and informed her of the situation. Realising that she was wanted more as a cyberpath than as a thief slightly disappointed her but as he gave her the profiles of the other members of the team, she decided that stealing their things would be interesting enough and two hours later she was boarding a first class flight from Tokyo airport straight to New York City. As she boarded the plane, a rich young woman opened up an email from her husband with a zip file attached to it (ugly but it worked in this situation). Inside there were multiple photos and finally an audio clip. A little speech he'd recorded just for himself in case he ever doubted his actions. The woman nearly feinted in shock and then called her uncle. He would know a divorce lawyer.
Thirteen hours and one slight ruffled customs officer later and Kasumi had entered the land of the free where you were free to cut one another's throats so long as you had enough money to pay someone else to clear up the bloodstains. She made her way into the office and slipped past the front door. The detector picked up nothing, mainly because she politely asked it not to. She quietly slipped in at the back of the room and watched the other members of her "team" talk. She was tired, she had received only a little sleep on the flight over and was looking forward to hitting the sack (wasn't that the phrase?) after their briefing. She briefly wondered where their supposed boss actually was when the wall at the other end of the room slid open and a man walked out. Well, that answered her question.
Quill
Quill observed the team through the one way mirror. Barring their final entrant, who he still hadn't decided whether he wanted to include, the entire team had now assembled. He ran through all of them in head one final time. There was Grellad. He was both the muscle and the smooth talker of the team. He'd seen a video tape of the man fighting and had known that the team could use him, in case they got into any sticky situations. If he could get past his own self obsession then he might make a decent negotiator as well. Masque was an... unfortunate necessary. She was a veteran and a more reliable one than Dante but the fact that he had to use her past as leverage... He'd rather not have unwilling members of the team but he had to face facts. This was an unusual case and he needed these people for it. Dante was a loose cannon. There was no escaping that. He could handle himself and would act as the secondary backup should Grellad fail. His investigations expertise would also come in useful. He'd have to make sure that his behaviour towards Masque was... limited. He didn't want bad team relations getting in the way of the case, not when his boss had practically shouted at him for simply daring to be near to Estari's death. Essex was useful, his psychometry was fairly powerful and god knows they'd need that after the failure of the psychometrist for the FBI... Megas he could have done without but his skill as a mental manipulator made him useful for both damage control and witness interrogation. Renekan was useful but he didn't like not being able to see into his mind without the aid of his machine. Quickflash was a wild card. Her abilities made her extremely versatile but she had stolen items from other members of the team no less than twice each on her previous mission in Japan. That sort of thing caused fractures and he didn't want to have to play peace keeper. Quill sighed, deciding that now was as good a time as any. He pressed the button next to him and the wall receeded, sliding out of his way. He stepped into the boardroom and did the mental version of clearing his throat, instantly drawing the attention of all the people besides Renekan. Quill was not your typical "g-man". He was a tall and athletic black man, with a figure more akin to a sprinter than an FBI agent. The Five-Seven that he carried in his jacket was discreetly concealed but he was more than capable of wielding it should the situation arise. "Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you for making your way here today, your co-operation is appreciated. I'm sure some of you are tired after your journey so I'll keep this brief." Here Quill paused for breath, as if preparing himself for the debrief. "Renekan, you might want to lower your shields for this." With his word of advice given, Quill began. "As you know, I am Quill. I'm the liaison between our community and the FBI for New York. A couple of days ago, Estari Imale, given name Rich Brook, was found dead in his flat. Police have ruled his death a suicide and decided that no further investigation is warranted. We, on the other hand, think different." As he spoke, images of the flat flashed up in the heads of the members of the team around the room. What it looked like, Estari lying dead where he had been found, a view of the crime scene from Quill's own eyes. "Imale was working on a top secret project for the FBI. Even I'm not sure what it was but it was something seriously important. The only issue is that only he and the nationwide Savant director had access to the files and, right before his death, he went onto the network and removed all trace of those files. Witness reports say he was acting strange for the last several days of his life, almost like he knew he was going to die. At this moment in time, we suspect major foul play in his death and someone doing a very good job of trying to cover it up. That's where you come in. It's beginning to get late in the day now, so if you follow me I'll take you to our subway HQ where we'll be putting you all up for your stay here. We'll start early tomorrow morning and go straight to the crime scene from there so that you can begin your investigation. Any questions? If not, then let's go." As Quill finished, he looked round the room, awaiting the almost inevitable responses from it's occupants.