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</div><br/><br/><b>Name</b>: Mike Manson<br/><br/><b>Age</b>: 32<br/><br/><b>Former Association:</b>South African Secret Services<br/><br/>Security was always something of a...controversial subject. For some, it was wrong that the government used the taxes of the people to assassinate presidents and cause uprising and stop world war three. Of course, there were those that were adamant about its existence, and when the time came to vote, those people lost. The new international convention was passed, the people could finally see forward to a world where spies belonged to no one and to everyone, with no allegiance to anyone.<br/><br/>Agencies collapsed, people lost their work and in essence, the entire world changed over night. For the better or for worse, that they would discover over time, especially for Mike Manson. This was a beginning to a new life for himself as well, a life he couldn't wait to begin. It gave a lot more fun, a lot more interest and so many more missions, diverse, unique missions. Nothing like what the S.A.S.S. had been doing, sending him to talk to people.<br/><br/>Mike finished off his appearance by tightening the tie around his neck and buttoned up the jacket. He was sure he looked the exact part of what he was supposed to be, not that he ever actually wore a suit but by the way things looked here, it seemed to be the appropriate attire, everyone else wore the same. He did one last check of his hair before he stepped out of the small apartment allocated to him.<br/><br/>The main offices as well as their residence were all on the same island, giving them privacy as well as the ability to go almost anywhere on the planet within hours of notice, unless of course they weren't allowed in, which meant they had to sneak in, which was the most fun.<br/><br/>The golf cart in front of the apartment waited to be used by anyone that needed to use it. Some of them had already been taken away while there was still a long row of them waiting to be used, all the latest technology of course. Wireless charging, long range, extremely quiet and pointless. The company spent a lot of money on the machines, he was sure they could easily have spent the money on other things they needed, until he saw their armoury of course.<br/><br/>It was an easy life now, reclining in the comfort of the cart seat, arm over the back rest, light wind in his face and hair and the wide path he rode on, smooth and gently twisting from side to side, he couldn't wait to start his new life, and to begin his first mission.<br/><br/>He didn't have to wait long at least. The main base was only three kilometers away, a refreshing and easy drive to there before he rode the cart in through the gates and took the path into the underground parking. There was a building there in front of him. Only two stories and mostly made of glass, but that was simply for basic paper work and other non important work.<br/><br/>Below, Mike stopped in the garage and climbed into the big, mirrored elevator. The new agent new he looked good. He had been exercising hard since he found out he got the job a few months ago. Of course, after loosing his work at the S.A.S.S., he had taken a few months to simply....relax. It took a lot of work to get back to what he had been before and now he was, and he was quite pleased with himself. He smiled even bigger when elevator doors opened, welcoming him to his new home.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="105" data-username="@Atomic Blonde" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/105/">@Atomic Blonde</a>