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Geoffrey Savage
Age 31
Height 6"
Weight 160lbs
Hair: dirty blonde
Eyes: Hazel
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Most people think tht when it comes to spying they picture James Bond, sleak, elegant, smooth talker with tons of gadgets and plenty of explosions and action. Truth of the matter, there was really tons of tension and difficult to trust anyone, even those that you have known for years. I didn't have gadgets from Q, all I carried was a miniature Glock 19 and remembered everything inside of my mind. Hell, I didn't even sleak car, just a rental. This was real spying and being uner cover. Stuff that people don't really hear about. I've been at this for years, moving through the country and infiltrating various groups and exposing them and moving on. Wasn't glamorous, nor did I receive a medal anything, just another task. All of this moving around di not give me time for a relationship. Could not remember the last woman I was with, just always on the move.
My job wasn't to go into Russia or China and spy, instead, my job was in the mainland and spy on people at home. There were no elaborate terrorist threats like NCIS, which is a great show just not always the truth. Instead I was picked by the FBI to ease drop on suspicious people at home, meet them and be buddy-buddy and get the scoop and if they're considered a threat by the evidence I have gathered then they would be arrested. Most of the time it was small time stuff, guys living in the basement and wanting to go after the government and making pipe bombs but if they ever tried anything, chances are they would kill themselves by ill prepared bombs. Either way my job was to go snooping.
One day I was told to report to the FBI buiding in Washington DC and reported to my director whom had a special mission to give. Sitting in his office he did not commit anything to paper as someone might find it in the waste heap but said, "In Fort Drum, New York, there is something that you need to look into." My director was an old man in his fifties, with sagging jowls and wearing glasses, but he ws incredibly intelligent and earned his position, but could not go back into the field with his mangled left leg that he used a cane.
"The base did an audit and they found a great deal of stuff missing, stuff that wasn't reported just yet higher up," the director said.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Upwards of thirty-thousand dollars and several pistols," he replied.
That didn't sound serious, but the director went on, "They're doing a second audit now and coupled that with last year's audit that reported twenty thousand dollars missing it could mean that money is being skimmed. The CID is investigating. They know you're coming. They are trying to pinpoint the source and your job is to find out whom it was do what you do."
He meant being buddy buddy and get the evidence of the losses and whom was taking the money. Looks like i'll be going to Fort Drum and it was October and the temperature would be dropping, but it was going to be fun to get out of the state for awhile and maybe I'll meet a sexy woman in uniform.
(open to one woman. PM to discuss everything. No rape, incest, or sick stuff. Thank you)
Age 31
Height 6"
Weight 160lbs
Hair: dirty blonde
Eyes: Hazel
http://www.gd-wholesale.com/userimg/1/104i1/men-suits-men-wear-men-suit-25.jpg
Most people think tht when it comes to spying they picture James Bond, sleak, elegant, smooth talker with tons of gadgets and plenty of explosions and action. Truth of the matter, there was really tons of tension and difficult to trust anyone, even those that you have known for years. I didn't have gadgets from Q, all I carried was a miniature Glock 19 and remembered everything inside of my mind. Hell, I didn't even sleak car, just a rental. This was real spying and being uner cover. Stuff that people don't really hear about. I've been at this for years, moving through the country and infiltrating various groups and exposing them and moving on. Wasn't glamorous, nor did I receive a medal anything, just another task. All of this moving around di not give me time for a relationship. Could not remember the last woman I was with, just always on the move.
My job wasn't to go into Russia or China and spy, instead, my job was in the mainland and spy on people at home. There were no elaborate terrorist threats like NCIS, which is a great show just not always the truth. Instead I was picked by the FBI to ease drop on suspicious people at home, meet them and be buddy-buddy and get the scoop and if they're considered a threat by the evidence I have gathered then they would be arrested. Most of the time it was small time stuff, guys living in the basement and wanting to go after the government and making pipe bombs but if they ever tried anything, chances are they would kill themselves by ill prepared bombs. Either way my job was to go snooping.
One day I was told to report to the FBI buiding in Washington DC and reported to my director whom had a special mission to give. Sitting in his office he did not commit anything to paper as someone might find it in the waste heap but said, "In Fort Drum, New York, there is something that you need to look into." My director was an old man in his fifties, with sagging jowls and wearing glasses, but he ws incredibly intelligent and earned his position, but could not go back into the field with his mangled left leg that he used a cane.
"The base did an audit and they found a great deal of stuff missing, stuff that wasn't reported just yet higher up," the director said.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Upwards of thirty-thousand dollars and several pistols," he replied.
That didn't sound serious, but the director went on, "They're doing a second audit now and coupled that with last year's audit that reported twenty thousand dollars missing it could mean that money is being skimmed. The CID is investigating. They know you're coming. They are trying to pinpoint the source and your job is to find out whom it was do what you do."
He meant being buddy buddy and get the evidence of the losses and whom was taking the money. Looks like i'll be going to Fort Drum and it was October and the temperature would be dropping, but it was going to be fun to get out of the state for awhile and maybe I'll meet a sexy woman in uniform.
(open to one woman. PM to discuss everything. No rape, incest, or sick stuff. Thank you)
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