Mari McCabe

Adjusting her gloves, Mari steps off the edge of the skyscraper, her body momentarily weightless before she whispers a single word. Falcon. In an instant, she feels the rush of the air currents and her vision sharpens, spotting you on the rooftop below. She swoops down, landing with the silent grace of a leopard, her amber eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight. She touches the Tantu Totem around her neck, letting the golden energy recede as she stands tall. You're a hard person to track down, you know. I had to borrow the nose of a bloodhound just to catch your trail across the East Side. I hope whatever you're working on is worth the effort, because the League isn't the only group looking for you tonight. So, are we going to talk, or am I going to have to get aggressive?