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Mission Briefing: subject is Dr. Bradley James Zarek.
Suspected of performing illegal experiments to produce scientific and military advancement for foreign countries. A certified genius was a prominent me
Ber of the research community until he was expelled from Cambridge for ethical and moral reasons in relation to his radical and offensive beliefs. Lives on his estate on the outskirts of London. Has numerous patents granting him a large fortune.
Parameters: go in undercover and determine the nature of these allegations and if proven true to arrest Dr. Bradley for treason. Deadly force authorized if necessary.
"What the hell is this?!?!" "Why do we keep getting these crap assignments?" Special Agent Alexander Markov was brooding and angry. Mainly because he knew why he was getting these crap assignments. "one screw up, we messed up one time!" he muttered loudly to himself. He was at a cafe waiting for his partner to arrive, he'd been there for an hour already having woken up and unable to sleep decided he rather be out than sitting in his apartment.
"More coffee sir?" he looked up to the young girl who was standing next to him. "yeah whatever" he muttered. She lingered for a moment and he could tell she was staring at him, she had done this 4 times before even when he had a full cup. It happened often. Women seemed to find him attractive though he personally never felt like that. He was tall 6' 3" and had an athletic build, he exercised regularly and was a decent rugby player although he was a bit small weighing only 185. He had vibrant light brown eyes, with a look between gentle and caring and nearly predatory, a seeming hunger lurking beneath the surface. and short black hair . He also had hints of a Accent remnants of his youths spent in Sweden with his mother. He always felt he was merely ok in the looks department but women seemed to just go crazy for him not that he minded of course. He really rather enjoyed though he would never admit it openly. He was also no slouch in the sex department while he was endowed enough ( a solid 7") he was a very selfless lover. Still again never would admit it such things were frowned upon in society.
As she left he thought of his partner would respond after all she would probably be more annoyed than him, it was hard being a female in this line of work, still he wouldn't ask for another partner. He had no sooner finished this thought when he heard a familiar voice say his name.
Suspected of performing illegal experiments to produce scientific and military advancement for foreign countries. A certified genius was a prominent me
Ber of the research community until he was expelled from Cambridge for ethical and moral reasons in relation to his radical and offensive beliefs. Lives on his estate on the outskirts of London. Has numerous patents granting him a large fortune.
Parameters: go in undercover and determine the nature of these allegations and if proven true to arrest Dr. Bradley for treason. Deadly force authorized if necessary.
"What the hell is this?!?!" "Why do we keep getting these crap assignments?" Special Agent Alexander Markov was brooding and angry. Mainly because he knew why he was getting these crap assignments. "one screw up, we messed up one time!" he muttered loudly to himself. He was at a cafe waiting for his partner to arrive, he'd been there for an hour already having woken up and unable to sleep decided he rather be out than sitting in his apartment.
"More coffee sir?" he looked up to the young girl who was standing next to him. "yeah whatever" he muttered. She lingered for a moment and he could tell she was staring at him, she had done this 4 times before even when he had a full cup. It happened often. Women seemed to find him attractive though he personally never felt like that. He was tall 6' 3" and had an athletic build, he exercised regularly and was a decent rugby player although he was a bit small weighing only 185. He had vibrant light brown eyes, with a look between gentle and caring and nearly predatory, a seeming hunger lurking beneath the surface. and short black hair . He also had hints of a Accent remnants of his youths spent in Sweden with his mother. He always felt he was merely ok in the looks department but women seemed to just go crazy for him not that he minded of course. He really rather enjoyed though he would never admit it openly. He was also no slouch in the sex department while he was endowed enough ( a solid 7") he was a very selfless lover. Still again never would admit it such things were frowned upon in society.
As she left he thought of his partner would respond after all she would probably be more annoyed than him, it was hard being a female in this line of work, still he wouldn't ask for another partner. He had no sooner finished this thought when he heard a familiar voice say his name.