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Characters

Wavikz

For Good

Levin Rambert Wakefield
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male, straight
thirty-two years young
approximately six foot two inches
weighing just under one-hundred and fifty-five pounds
golden green eyes to charm with
dark blonde hair to run your fingers through

For personal Gain

Neal Hunter Gillette

The Con Artist
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male, straight
twenty-three years of age
standing about five foot elven and a half
weighing in at a little under 150 pounds
baby blues to adore and want
chocolate brown hair to love

Amber Absolution

For Good




Name: Bradley Mallard

Age:25

Background: Trained to become a Forensic scientist, but found he had more interest in the Field agent work. Has been working within the system for a good few number of years, but is new to undercover operations and work.

Personality: Confident and smart, but would rather others do things for him if they can. If he can see the point in him doing something, he will put his heart and soul into it. Otherwise, he wont lift a finger.

For personal Gain

Name: Sophie Renalds

Age: 21

Background: Was brought up by her mother until the age of seven when she ran away, and ended up taken hostage by a gang. After her mother clearly not wanting her back, she grew up around the gang and those involved in them. After a few years, she started to help smuggle drugs from one group to the other, and now runs one of the largest drug smuggling gangs working in NYC.

Personality: Charming, sarcastic, lying and knows how to act to get her way. Although hard, when she becomes attached to someone or something, she does so for good. Or else.

Soturo Ayami

For Good

I am here. Here is my character.

I hear voices.. Soturo Ayami

I’m called [Dante Tindle], but some call me [Danny]

I’ve been alive for [23] years.

People say I act like [I’ve got no sense of humor and a boring personality. So what, I enjoy sitting around playing video games all day and eating till I get sick. I’m a lazy person what can I say, that’s why I became a game reviewer. I’m not really that boring its just most people don’t stick around long enough to know that so I let them think what they want. And my lack of humor…just because I didn’t laugh doesn’t mean I didn’t think it was funny.]

Its a bit personal, but I guess I can tell.. [you what I do for a living. I’m a video game reviewer. I majored I English in college and right afterward me and a friend of mine decided we want to work with games. When I’m not eating or sleeping (which is rare), I’m more them likely playing a game or watching a rerun of a movie.

In high school I had a couple good friends nothing major, we all went our separate ways during college and now I live in a one bedroom apartment with a cat I named Mincy and a iguana I name Fred.

I became a fed. what was it about a year ago, so I'm still a bit of a newbie. Leave me alone]

Aren't I sexy? Dante

Some other things I didn't say are, [Ma had originally thought I was boy which is why I am stuck with Dante. I have a third eye tattooed just under my hair line on my forehead.]

Forever_Trapped

For personal Gain

Alyssa Katchreena MacKenzee
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female, straight
freshly twenty years of age
about five feet, eight inches
weighing just under 100
hazle eyes to draw you into her mystery
a-lined black hair going past her bottom.

Jayson526

For personal Gain

The voice I hear in my head is of: Jayson526
The name I was given was of: Emilie
The years in which my mother was taken to the hospital for the birth of me: how dare you ask me that you should never ask a lady her age!!!
I act like: the sanest crazy person you will ever dream up in your little brain of yours
My history is of the saddest kind can you stand to listen: in my early teens I found that my favorite hobby was killing so I ended up joining the mob and now im one of their top killers oh what a dream isn’t it ha.
If I show you a picture of me will you fall in love:

Cows Go Moo

For Good
Alessandra "Alessa" Prochainezo

"Roses are red,
Cake is bland,
Criminals will fall
By my hand"
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• female
• 25
• straight
• 5'6"
• 115lb
• green eyes brimming with the enthusiasm of a dog and the cunning of a snake
• ginger brown locks that reach the middle of her back

For Personal Gain
Hayato Fukazawa

"That was doctor-assisted homicide."
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• male
• 28
• straight
• 5'8"
• 140lb
• dull brown eyes like a hungry shark
• brunette hair that may or may not be dyed

Cassidy_Lebeau

For Good

Name: Dorian Wall [imgleft]http://im.rediff.com/movies/2008/mar/31first.jpg[/imgleft]

Age: 23

Background: Nothing on file at the moment besides the fact that Dorian is a skilled sniper as well as dealing with explosives.

Personality: Dorian is the calm, quiet type. He keeps his private life separate from work, or he at least tries to. If there is an issue, he prefers not to be a burden on his friends and to just handle things his way. Dorian seems cold to those who don't know his style, but he isn't too good at reaching out to others.

Bradley walked into the meeting room, looking at the large projection screen and at the various chairs around a large table. He sat down, more interested in his shoes then the room or what he might be there for. All he knew was it was Important and he had noticed from personal experiance, important most often meant 'boring as hell'. He was tired of stake outs, finding nine out of ten times they were completely wrong, and he was tired of training missions. "Why am I here?" He looked around looking for something close to an answer, but the room itself held none.

His black dress shoes hardly made a sound as he walked into the conference room for that morning's meeting. His golden-green eyes scanned the faces of some of the others that were slowly pouring into the room. Moving toward the head of the table, Levin R. Wakefield sat on the immediate right of the bosses' chair. Levin had been an agent for a time now, and had earned the privilege of sitting in as the right-hand man. Okay, so technically Levin had people under him, so naturally he was one of the high-ups in the room, but flaunting wasn't really his style - or at least today it wasn't.

Adjusting his tie, he let out a bored exhale. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and guessing that you're needed because you're a valuable key piece in our latest case." Grinning his cocky grin, Levin reached out a friendly hand toward Bradley. "Agent Levin Wakefield," his tone was soft and confident sounding.

Everyone in the room knew his face. He was just one of those guys you either loved or hated. Most here loved him as he was dashingly handsome looking. But, there were a few here and there, that couldn't stand this ego and overbearing cocky attitude.

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[[I hope that's an okay first post. If you need me to change it up some, I can. ^_^]]

Emilie was in a small room alone with two men the men were talking about about something but Emilie was to busy painting her fingernails to care what it was. Suddenly one of the men got up and pointed a gun to the other and shot him "now now now you couldnt be a little more carefull could you." she laughed as she used the cloth that was in her pocket to clean herself off of the blood that had gotten on her "you ruined my nails and now look it looks like a child did them how rude of you." She finished cleaning herself and got up and tossed the cloth over the face "you just had to steal from the boss thats a no no even if you were cute." Walking away with the man she laughed "by the way we know about you to." in a flash she reached into her pocket and pulled out a knife and slit the mans throat "idoits work together it seems." Laughing all the way to her car she drove off just as her cell phone rang "yes.... yes sir its done both of them are now going to be found soon enough their little gang is over before it started you still going to be on top like you should be sir..... yes i know it was a unclean kill i left alot of the blood for their men to clean...thank you sir just another fun day in my life...alright i will be back soon." As she hung up she just drove off to where her boss was to get the next task for her.
((hope thats good))

Bradley already didn't like him. His confidence filled him with disgust and the mans air of extreme relevance made him feel uncomfortable. He wouldn't challenge the man, not only for lack of anything better to challenge him with, but also the pointlessness of it. He would wait until his chance to show that the man was in fact a total idiot. "I was simply wondering what precisely we were here for, a stake out or some other totaly pointless task that could be now done by even the simplest of machinery?" He looked at the one or two other people in the room, wondering who the hell they were, and hoped that they wouldn't be as disagreeable.

[[Yeah, Levin has that affect on people. D'awww. He's already started an Anti-Levin Fan Club! XDDDDD]]


Cocking a brow, he looked from the man to the screen. "I'm not trying to pick a fight or anything, but aren't all our events worth something? So what if we didn't see any suspicious activity? At least we can rule that person or persons our as possible suspects. Nothing is done in without a purpose. It might seem pointless, but even wasting time does have some greater meaning down the road sooner or later." Seeing as he drew attention to himself, Levin continued after clearing his throat.

"If I recall correctly, we're going undercover. Rumor has it there has been a lot of criminal activity lately. Boss is roping in all the best agents and workers to began this little event. We received a few tips that the mafia might be involved. I just got a note yesterday from an anonymous source that they might be teaming up with a gang. If these rumors turn out to be true, the city could be in for some serious shit. Could you even imagine all our biggest enemies joining forces to overthrow us? I think that's why we're being called in. To go undercover and stop this mayhem from happening before too many lives are lost."

Alessandra or Alessa (if you were a close friend) walked into the room wordlessly with a cup of coffee in her hand as she gazed the head table where two men were facing each other. There were others in the room, but she took no interest in them. Only those two were making headway with what their "mission" was supposed to be and she figured it would be best to listen in. Sitting down in one of the chairs on the east side of the table she started to sip as the blonde male drew everyone's attention.

The idea that they would be going undercover was not a new one. She knew several cops in the vice unit that often went undercover in order to sting crack houses, prostitution rings, and the like (heck, she used to be in that department too!). Often, undercover work would take days if not weeks in order to gain the trust of the criminal in question before making a strike and even then, such work lent itself to an abundance of risk. Even worse, this operation in particular (if the male was to be believed) involved getting involved with a gang...and the mafia. Well if he was to be believed.

He could just be trolling us for all we know she thought with a bit of displeasure. She wasn't sure whether it was because of her lack of sleep or because of the male, but she was growing rather irate. She took another sip from her coffee, bitter in its taste, but perfect for waking up a nocturnal person like herself. "So, when you gathered all of this information, was there anything else to go off of aside from rumors and tips?" And all of them gathering for one villainous team up? What was this, a comic movie?

"Yes, it is useful to know the old woman down the street isn't involved in drug trafficking. Heck! Why don't we just do checks on the whole world, then we will know who is innocent." He was being more sarcastic then actually annoyed. Why was he trying to justify the pointless wastes of time missions so often were anyway? Married to the job he guessed, felt like he had to stick up for it when the flaws so obvious they might as well have been painted glow in the dark popped into conversation. He watched the new girl walk in the room and assessed her quickly. She seemed straight to the point enough for him to get along with, and the way she picked his theories apart pleased him. He was glad he had left that up to someone else.

The idea of an undercover job seemed good to him. He was so tired of trailing someone from afar. Danger made the job so much more worthwhile. The public were in danger if they didn't do their jobs, and he believed that they should be in danger too if the situation came about that a mission was failed. He leant back in his chair, no longer wanting to talk, but listening to every sound. When people moved suddenly it made him want to react, but even sudden actions could be predicted.

He also listened to what the other man might want to say to the new girl. In his mind they were just 'cocky man' and 'girl'. He had got used to thinking of people in that way. Meant that he didn't have to bother to ask their names. Also meant that he wouldn't have to start what was often small talk. He didn't want to talk, if he did he would work in a call center. He wanted to stop crime, and death. Best achieved in his eyes with work in the right places. This meeting room, was not the right place.

Emilie began to laugh as the men infront of her began to dance of course not of their of accord she was making them move they were her play things she had made this toy years ago where if you chained a man up to it she could make them move as she wished and she loved toying with them before killing them and well they deserved it, most of the men or woman that she got to play with were cops and she hated them "dance little ones dance." Suddenly as if kicked the door of the dungen flung open and three more men were tossed in bare naked and tired up "yeah more toys oh boys would you mind tying them up for me." the men laughed and did as she said. Once they were tied up she laughed and started to push buttons the whole of the room made the most awful of noises then the men started to move and it made them move as if they were fighting each other which made her laugh "cops are so fun to toy with and now i have four to bad boss said not to play to long so." Emilie pushed the big red button that had a skull and crossbones on it and the chains holding them by the neck were raised to the celling causing them to hang to death "well time to see whats new with everyone." She skipped out of room.

"No, of course not. I just felt like wasting your goddamn time. Now why don't you all go back to your desks AND THINK ABOUT IT FOR A SECOND! Dammit people! Do you honestly think I'd call you all in here for some phony hunch? No and I'm ashamed that you all think so low of me. Do you really think I'd have the title I have because I'm a fool of some sort? It disgusts me how you all flaunt about like you know everything when clearly you're all too blind by your own ego to see what the real issue is. If you don't like me, fine. Leave. You'll be faced with that in life a lot. You can't get everything perfect. Now you can either stay and help me on this case, or I'll just get myself more worthy recruits. You can all be easily replaced."

His blood was boiling at this point, but Levin knew better than to let his anger get the best of him. He'd been in war before and recalled that if he lost his cool, his men would fall right along with them. Keeping a team happy and alert was his mission.

Levin Wakefield circled the table once before pulling out a green laser pointer. "After much research, I, with the help of my colleagues, have discovered that there might be more going on underground than we thought. If you thought drug smuggling and gang bangs were fun, well then you might want to tighten your belt. We're onto something. And I mean something big. The CIA would love to help, but you know they are really only for terrorist acts. We're not talking about terrorists just yet, but we Feds do have our work cut out for us."

Leaning forward into the table, Levin dropped his voice low enough that it was almost out of hearing range. "We have found some frightful information. According to our top analysts, our great friends in the mafia have joined up with our favorite gang. Oh, but it gets better. They're working with some real keepers. A con artist who we've yet to really get a glimpse of and... her - the FBI's most wanted psychopath serial killer." His cold jade gaze looked from Bradley to Alessandra and the others. "So are you punks in? Or will I have to find myself some new undercover agents?" Laughing, Levin let their minds think some before he continued his little lecture. Sadly, before he could wait around, he was called off to work on a side-case that took president over the current meeting.

••••• Cuing the Con Artist Neal Gillette

[IMGRIGHT]http://i704.photobucket.com/albums/ww44/C_J_A-666/Avatars/WC18.png[/IMGRIGHT]Gliding over a gray wall of chains, the deviously charming con artist Neal graced over yet another hurdle. Dirt kicked up behind him with each powerful strike his foot made against the earth. Coming to the end of his path, the blue-eyed male took one last look behind him. A large grin followed as he scaled up the brick building into his hideout.

It looked out over the city. It truly was a great spot. Smirking at his luck, which was definitely on his side, Neal's wild eyes turned toward the building it overlooked. It was about a ten mile run, but it was the ideal meeting place to do an exchange. Neal's crafty conning skills were greatly needed, or at least that's what he was told. However, he half didn't trust those he was working with. When dealing with the mob, it was always better to play the safe card. Naturally, Neal had tricks up his sleeve and would be more than happy to share them, if needed.

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[[Erm, Amber Absolution, since this is your roleplay, I wasn't sure if what Levin was saying was okay. If you need me to adjust, let me know.]]

Throwing one leg over her other leg, the chains shattering the soft silence of the now near-deserted house. "Huummmm..." she hummed lightly, looking at the knife. The blood flowed from down the knife, over her fingers. Smirking lightly, she leaned back, licking the blood off of the knife with a soft smile. Alyssa was a sadistic one, true - but she wasnt stupid. Her long black hair was in a pony tail, small braids keeping all of her hair on her head, and not on the crime scene. Gloves were worn, her trench coat, then her corset, which tied into her tripp pants and her boots. No skin was left, no DNA - nothing. Alyssa learned from one court meeting -her 'alleged' murder of the head of the CIA- that... that all could be found so easily. Well - not this time! Smiling, she got up and started to make her way out of the back - which was perfect. It led into the woods and no one saw her exit or enter since she had an air tight alibi - she was camping! That was if the damn CIA got ahold of any witnesses to claim she was there. Fat chance. Chuckling to herself, Alyssa turned back and waved to the Head of the CIA's now dead wife and four children. Her justice was done. She wondered what Emilie was doing... Smiling, she suddenly decided to go visit her favorite little psychopath.

[good? good?? ^^;; ]

Emilie was skipping down the halls singing as loud as she could you could hear the men in the rooms she past curse at her until they understood why it was she was singing it was one of the most random killing moods she had it didnt matter who or where the next person she saw she would kill "The art of suicide nightgowns and hair curls flying everywhich way a pain to pure to hide..." (((emilie autumns the art of suicide and yes that is emilie autumns picture i couldnt think of a name to go with the picture and i thought what a perfect name she has already)) Emilies path was soon blocked by a woman she thought to be in her late thirtys "you want to stop singing its awful and making me want to gag." The woman said Emilie just laughed "your new here arent you well say why we girls go somewhere fun i have this place that would be so much fun to go to with a gal pal like you." The woman just sighed "whatever just stop that singing and lets go and no we are not going to be friends after this i would rather die then that." "oh that wont be a problem." emilie giggled and grabed the womans hand dragging her to the tallest open window and then once she was their "would you mind telling me if my car is parked their its pink." the woman sighed and stuck her head out the window "no i don." Before she could finish her sentence Emilie finished her off by slamming the already broken window down on the womans neck cutting her head off in a spay of blood emilie frowned "dont say i suck at anything bitch." Emilie now happy with herself and happy to have gotten rid of a bitch of a woman skipped down the hall until she slipped on the now covered floor and fell face first into a pool of blood "damn bitches blood got on my clothes." Emilie now pissed off stomped her way down to her room all the while ripping her clothes off until she got to her room by then she was completely naked and baiscly foaming at the mouth. She went into the room and began to change all the while cursing and throwing things only a true friend could go into the room and make her happy at this moment well that or someone who had candy.

{I do love that song and I LOOOVE Emilie!!! Whoooo!}

Making her way over to her 'little sister's room, Alyssa heard yelling and literally -on one leg- twisted around, went back to the front, looked around since she had failed to do so before and saw the pool of blood. Alyssa's head fell to the side and she went toward it, observing what had happened. The window had sliced the woman's head clean off. Nodding in impressment, Alyssa leaned back up and nodded once more. Digging into her pants, she pulled butterscotch then made her way down to Emilie's. It was apparent she was in - the sounds of things slamming everywhere and shattering. Yeah - that was Emilie. Emilie never minded getting blood anywhere... but she sure did mind getting blood on her. That -in itself- was a basic suicide of the person in case they werent already dead. Then - by Alyssa's standards - they'd get pummeled so bad, they'd feel it in the afterlife.

Standing in front of the door, she listened and then opened the door, ducking as she was walking into the room. Alyssa had mastered that since she was exiled from the CIA. Of course - distrust had followed in the begining but Emilie - there was just something about her that compelled Alyssa, making elder sister-like feelings within her. "Emilie..." she sang, dodging more and holding out the candy.

((oh another plague rat yeah notice i have basil on my avatar))
Emilie looked at who dared enter her room but before she could kill them she spoted the candy and quicky snaped and skipped over to the candy and grabbed it and popped it into her mouth rapper and all and with a few flicks of her tounge spit the wrapper out "hello Alyssa what are you doing here?" Acting completely oblivious to the scene she had just thrown she sat on the matress that was thrown off the bed and into a mirror "I thought you were going 'camping'." She used air quotations to joke with her only Alyssa was carefull unlike Emilie who wanted them to catch her she wanted to see how fast she could kill them with just jail items. Emilie bounced up and down on the matress "well i have killed two small men that were stealing from the boss and four cops and some bitch who got me dirty all in all it was a good day so how about you how many did you get."

"One. Four in critical and officially orphans. I dont kill kids." Alyssa told simply. Alyssa may be a bitch - but she didnt go near pregnant woman or kids. She had morals. "They wont remember a thing." she said softly, looking down. It was funny - from one fuck up to an actual murderer. Now she had the CIA on her butt. This was sort of... crap. Alyssa was obivious as well to the mess everywhere.

"Want me to finish them off i always wanted to try on this nurse outfit i got give them the old air bubble or how about the pillow face oh im getting hot man where is a man when you need him." Emilie began to fan herself she loved the old ways much more then the new ways that movies were comming up with it was much more fun to get your hands dirty then the saws version of watching it on tv. ((i feel sadistic XD i need to read the bible or something because im having way to much fun writing this))

Alyssa looked at her like 'you're nuts' but then again - she already knew this. Shaking her head, she exhailed deeply. "D - none of the above. Leave the children be. Let them grow up and be better than their parents. Its the hooker and the idiot that I cared about. And I got them so I'm happy." Alyssa said, sighing deeply and laying back on Emilie's bed. She thought. "If any survived - I might join you in a nurse outfit. And yes - you can use whatever method you want." she informed, smiling at her lightly.

Emilie made a humph sound then went next to Alyssa on the bed "so what do you think will be for us next any more fun like this or just boredom its hard to tell with the boss he is like a puzzle he thinks way to much for my taste." laying beside her she suddenly poped right back up "the bodies oh right i got four new coppers that they can find what to help the cleaning crew despose of them that way we can make sure the coppers can find their brothers in arms?" Emilie thought this was a great idea it got them out of the building and got them in the action.

((Emilie Autumn for the win!))

Dante was just walking in the room with her bag slung over her shoulder. She was dressed in casual clothing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with ripped sleeves. A stylish belt sat at her hips and the only thing actually done up at all was her hair, straightened, and nails which were trimmed and paints a glittering gold. Over her eyes she wore some sort of eye shadow but with her bangs covering her for head you couldn't tell if it was just regular shadows or make up.

"Sorry I'm late." She says setting her bag down and sitting herself in an empty chair.

Meetings like this were boring. If she had a choice she'd have to stayed home and finished her game review but she supposed this was better then nothing. To tell the truth both jobs paid about the same it was just one was more exciting then the other. Dante was still trying to figure out which one was which.

Sighing she glanced around the room at her companions. They were very... diverse. Yeah that was the word. Calling them different would have been insulting considering she herself was an odd ball. Not that she would ever say so out loud. She learned it was best to keep things to herself when it came to her quirks. But back to the matter at hand. She wasn't sure if she remembered any of their names correctly. She recognized some of them but it was too much of a chore to even try to remember, not that she didn't care. Her head was filled with lists upon lists of game titles, video game music tracks, character names and companies, there was hardly any room for real people. That was probably why she had little in the way of friends. Hm.. maybe she'd fix that sometime.

Dante sighed again pulling her hair over her shoulder leaning forward on the desk in front of her. She had no idea what they had been talking about before she walked in and she was almost embarrassed. Almost. It would just be a pain later when she got chewed out by her superiors.

Bradley barely listened to the other man rant on about himself, but listened a little more when the actual mission was being explained. He knew who he was talking about, but hardly cared. He didn't feel like he should fear any group of people any more then any others, they didn't deserve special treatment because they had killed more and been caught less.

He looked around again at the people in the room. They were all going undercover? They really were taking it seriously. He hoped that the people not chosen would be able to deal with the rest of the work without them. "So, how's this going to work?" He had only ever done one undercover operation before, and they had already bribed someone on the inside to help get him in. It seemed risky, but he supposed they had already factored that in. Meant that whatever was going on was ultimately worth all their lives to prevent. He didn't care, he had entered into the job expecting not to live leaving it. It wasn't that he wanted to die, but he wasn't in any state of denial that it was a risk of the job.

Someone else walked into the room. Another woman, late and in no rush to apologise. He respected that, seeing as they had all been called from home to meet so quickly. He wasn't sure if he had met her before or not, but he guessed it didn't matter. It wasn't like she wouldn't talk to him if he didn't know her name. He just wanted to get on with mission, and wondered why they were talking about rumours and not the real task at hand. Were there most people to arrive, or did the other man simply like the sound of his own voice so much, he felt talking was something he should simply keep doing.

Oh boy. That man is as volatile as a briefcase full of C4. Alessandra thought with a bit of a sigh. She had figured him to act much more coolly about the situation, but then again she wasn't the most calm of people either. Eyugh, how did one go from cocky to berserk in one fatal swoop? No matter what her feelings were towards Levin she didn't want there to be tension among her possible team mates...on the first day. Well that, and the other male (he seemed older, but she couldn't tell) wasn't helping with his sarcasm. She could understand after all, since she didn't want to go on a wild goose chase (or rather a phony hunch) that seemed to be plaguing the department. It was funny how the blonde defended such stakeouts yet was quick to react with scorn once the possibility of it being such a thing was raised.

""Rumors and tips" are not words that inspire trust or certainty in what a person is saying so why wouldn't I ask for further evidence?" she asked, summoning her voice to match Levin's flared outburst. "I don't know you so I can't gauge your skill level by title alone nor can I tell whether or not I like you. If my own delivery was distorted by my tone then I apologize." She tried to calm herself through another sip of coffee. But even so, I won't apologize for my words unless you present tangible evidence.

She leaned back in her seat and waited for him to finish explaining his piece, not noticing another girl announce her prescence. It must have been pretty damn big if the CIA helped investigate the case as well. She continued to drink her coffee, finally emptying the rest of her cup before answering Levin's stare. Before she could answer though, Levin had left, seemingly called to another case.[/COLOR]

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A man was lying down on a thinly padded hospital bed as a white sheet covered his body and nether regions. His eyes were lazily darting around the room as they fell upon the bright fluorescent tubes that lit up the room. "So doctor, you're goin' ta put those new organs in me an' I'll be able to drink again right?" the man, a patient, asked as his eyes fell upon a Japanese man. "Hypothetically yes." Despite coming from a foreign nation, Hayato's speech barely had an accent and he, himself knew the language with ease. "However, there has been a change of plans. It seems that only half of your payment came in."

"Ha-half? I thought that bastard was supposed to wire you the rest of the money," the patient swore, "well can't we work somethin' out? I can pay you once we're finished wit' the surgery." Hayato shook his head. "In case you haven't read my policy I only accept payments before surgery." The doctor put on a pair of latex gloves and flashed a grin before grabbing a scalpel and tossing the white sheet to the floor. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine," Hayato reassured in a soothing voice, "I'm sure this liver and pair of kidneys will be great, along with your heart and lungs!" The scalpel was brought down into the patients neck before he lost both consciousness and life.

Dorian walked through the halls of the CIA briskly. He was late for the meeting and he knew that if the Board of Directors was present, he was done like a Thanksgiving Day turkey. So he picked up speed as he eventually found himself running through the building. The place was huge, it made the building of Covert Ops look like a maze and the workers like mice inside of it. Once turning the corner, he found the door to the meeting, he took a deep breath and slid in between the door quietly. Scanning the room for an empty seat was a pain for him because the last one open was at the front of the room. Dorian walked sluggishly to the chair and attempted to ease himself into it. The sniper looked around the room again to see his other coworkers, but then turned his attention back to the speaker. Leaning back in his chair, he whispered quietly to Alessandra, "What'd I miss?"

Bradley decided to answer. “Not much at all, Levin here’s just been talking about rumours. Very useful. Wish I could have been late too. From what he’s said though, It’s an undercover infiltration mission, collecting hard evidence to bring down powerful criminals. Well, that’s what I’ve garthered.” He sat a little taller in his chair and then looked at the man he had just been talking about. “In fact, It would be good if you kept talking about the mission, It sounds as if time is something we cannot waste.”

He looked around, wondering if there was any reason they had all been called. He didn’t know anyone else in the room, and wasn’t sure whether he had any good reason to be there over anyone else. He hoped that the mission would show that his time wasn’t being wasted. He hated to waste even a second, that was an extra second escaping a bullet to the heart, or an extra second of life.

Dante had bent down in her seat to grab a sucker when some others walked in. She frowned and came back up with the sucker in her mouth. How many people did they need for this mission? If it was so big why were they just sitting here. I would make more sense for them to be doing something other then sitting.

Her mouth set in a frown she rolled the red sucker on her tongue. Well at least she hadn't been the only person to appear late for this briefing. She glanced over at Bradley when he started talking. Rumors were no reason to get suspicious, humans like to exaggerate sometimes. But if it was enough to cause concern she could see the problem. "I'm curious now. Rumors aren't much to go by..." She mutters rubbing her forehead through her hair. Her third eye was starting to itch. It always did when she got agitated. Her mother said it was because she was sensitive, that's why he had gotten the tattoo there. She had to cover it up most of the time but just having it there was fine with her.