<div class="floatright">(http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=5025430211593472&amp;id=76eb81e5e454240fec652e8e2d5c77a3)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adrian Levan<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Radio expert and codebreaker<br/><strong>Currently:</strong>In the radio room<br/><hr/><br/>The sundress, the bare feet, the twirl of her dress as she spun, the soft smooth skin she had, that nervous look. All of it was irresistable. And yet Adrian managed to maintain a semblance of professionalism. He blinked and came back to the reality of the cold, metal, beeping radio room as she spoke in response to his question. She knew of nothing of radios, great. That was helpful.<br/><br/>"That's disappointing." he said blankly, "Well, my last assistant knew nothing of radios too, so maybe you'll be an improvement over him, at any rate." That much was true. "Sit down here, I'll show you some basic controls" he said, motioning to a chair near the smaller set of panels, clearly the assistant's seat. He could have her do some manual work to find Russian radio frequencies and make sure they were all recorded. Maybe this wouldn't turn out to be so unproductive after all, he thought with a smile as he thought of that idea.<br/><br/>As she sat down, he leaned over her, showing her the panels, pointing to each button and dial and explaining how it worked. He brushed against her now and then, and his breath was the only warmth in the room as he spoke, though the heat of her body was also alluring. "This is the dial you can turn to change the frequency being listened to on channel 1.." he continued, as he turned the dial to demonstrate, his arm brushing over hers as he did.