<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1w6Sw.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>Abigail Brand<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>Agent Brand or Ma'am or Miss. Not 'Hydra-Hair.'<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Northern Egypt, Near Port Said<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>Open, Nightcrawler<br/></span></span><hr/><br/><strong>Resistance Mess Hall</strong><br/><br/>The handful of SWORD soldiers were still gathered around Kurt, who was using the whetstone to sharpen one of his swords, the other combat field agents meanwhile doing their customary disassembling, cleaning, and reassembling of their weapons as they were supposed to do everytime they used them to any real degree. Not too far away, a pair of them were busying zero'ing new weapons they had managed to salvage. Meanwhile on the table next to the weapons were mostly empty plates filled with the remnants of balls of minced lamb kofta and errant grains of yellow saffron rice. Several large metal pots of sweet black tea were nearby, mostly empty as well as picked over trays of stir fried vegetables, date palms and what looked like mostly canned fruit.<br/><br/>On the other side of the mess hall, the villains were having their own early breakfast feast, also not seeming to care that they weren't eating traditional breakfast foods and from the looks and smells, what they were eating seemed to be pretty close to what the SWORD agents were, except more fish. Which to Agent Tokoro, actually made some ironic sense.<br/><br/>To attempt to look casual, Tokoro tried to casually insinuate herself amongst the weapons squad even though as a communications tech, she rarely had a need to be on the frontlines. Grabbing a metal cup and filling it with some of the tea, she approached the small loose circle of SWORD agents that were gathered around Kurt as he seemed to be finishing his story pertaining to his advetures in Doom's castle in Latveria and to her delight, was using both of his arms... and his impressively long tail, to emote his actions or even for the manipulation of props to better illustrate what was going on. And from the uproarous laughter of her fellow agents, it sounded like he was entertaining them.<br/><br/>Moving up beside Agent Kang, Tokoro came into view of Nightcrawler, seeing him again just as he finished his story and then glanced down at her green field jacket, making sure the first few buttons were undone on the top, thus allowing Nightcrawler or anyone else for that matter, to easily be drawn in by her ample, especially for an East Asian womans, line of cleacage as it seemed even more well developed thanks to the extra pushing support on the underside of her bra. She was however still wearing her rigor tested, thick black framed eyeglasses as her smile lit up while the mutant finished his story with a flourish of fancy swordwork that seemed more swashbuckling then practical before ending it on a mysterious down note of him being recaptured again.<br/><br/>There was a brief flutter of applause from the SWORD combat specialists when a shrill whistle came up from behind their group, their tactical commander, Agent Duchamp already barking out orders to get kitted up and ready for combat. Immediately all of the Agents started to scamper about, wolfing down the last of their greasy lamb and rice meals, guzzling down the fresh yet lukewarm black tea and sliding in the last few rounds into spare magazines or finishing off preparing their weapons. Kang and another agent even gave a nod and or, in a more patronizing yet loving show, patted the small framed Japanese Agent on her head, tousling with her hair before running off. "Keep up our download speeds Tokoro!" Kang then said before giving Nightcrawler a wave good bye as he picked up his weapons and combat pack before heading out.<br/><br/>Agent Tokoro smiled. She knew the combat boys would be having to head out soonafter Agent Fisher did. That meant there would be no interruptions, or interference from them as she decided to take advantage of the fact she had absolutely nothing important to do before the shit possibly hit the fan beyond fulfill a curious itch she had ever she enlisted in SWORD.<br/><br/>All things considered, she loved her job, her status, her training, her coworkers and the sense of adventure, of reward, of accomplishment and prestige she got working on behalf of SWORD but there was another reason she decided to work for SWORD as opposed to SHIELD, or her own peoples SHIELD equivalent, the Yakiba, or get some high priced job with some Japanese telecommunications corporation.<br/><br/>She wanted to meet new people.<br/><br/>And not just in a professional sense but an intimate one.<br/><br/>As a Communications Specialist though, she found herself spending most of her times in space, which was awesome, listening to deep space transmissions and checking equipment, which was boring. Ever since she enlisted she wanted a liaison position, preferably offworld. She heard how it was a highly regarded gig and the positions were hard to get to, but she had an urge, a kink or obsession really, or maybe just a somewhat perverse attraction to unconventional lovers. And she knew she wasn't the only one in SWORD with the same attitude. But her desire was a bit stronger then the others.<br/><br/>Thus when the Apocalypse arrived, and her workplace blown up, she wondered if in fact she'd die a virgin, at least in the sense she never had anything but a somewhat unsatisfying homo sapien penis pressed between her nether regions. Then Nightcrawler bamf'd into her life. Possibly the very last day of it.<br/><br/>And she wasn't going to let this opportunity literally go poof on her.<br/><br/>"Mr. Wagner, Agent Tokoro... we uhhh... met earlier... yesterday.... NIGHT!" she then said, her voice clearly stuttering a bit despite the fact she often spoke perfect, if not somewhat harshly accented English, which was typical of Japanese English speakers. She pulled the tablet computer she was clutching to her chest suddenly, pushing up her breasts even more, causing the lines of her cleavage to seemingly deepen and elongate as the mounds on her chest perked up even more. But it was all unintentional, though it did help her work towards the same goal as her expressive, brown eyes locked on the semi-famous mutant. "Sorry I'm a bit nervous," she said before taking a deep, exaggerated breath, her milky white chest heaving as she did so. "I... ah... need to put you into a storage container," she said before blinking, her brain catching up with her ears as she realized she said the wrong thing. "I mean... there is business... official SWORD business and its in a storage container and we... I want your opinion," she then said with a shrug before the blood drained from her face.<br/><br/>"Not that I'm ordering you because you're outside our command structure. But there's something I need for you to see... want for you to see.... for your opinion on it... if you want," she tried to explain haphazardly. "It'd be nice if you could. I'd appreciate it... your opinion."<br/><br/>"If you want," she then added a second later, cutting him off from a response.<br/><br/><strong>Port Said<br/>Suez Canal Authority Building<br/>Resistance Headquarters</strong><br/><br/>The Generals and Admirals and others were doing what they did best in using the lessons of yesterdays battle for today. "With 95% of the refugees successfully evacuated, we can move far more freely now," the Italian Admiral stated. "I recommend we keep the Naval task force twenty miles offshore at least and if need be they can move in for closer support."<br/><br/>"I'd recommend deploying them farther West so to cover our retreat in case Port Said is overrun," Director Brand pragmatically suggested as the Admiral initially nodded, only to have many of the others in the room shake their heads or otherwise grumble their disagreement.<br/><br/>"Planning to run is accepting defeat!" one of the militia leaders protested aloud.<br/><br/>"Yes your Napoleon said he who fears being conquered is doomed to defeat," another of the Islamists chimed in.<br/><br/>Abigail refrained from the urge to roll her eyes as the man basically rolled up all the 'West' into one amalgamation of people by saying Napoleon was one of 'her people.' "The only victories which leave no regreat are those that are gained over ignorance," she shot back with her own Napoleonic quote. "Listen. We beat them last time. We can't expect it to occur again. Like Napoleon said, the most dangerous moment is victory. We cannot afford to be complacent. I'm fighting to win, but I want to do it today and everyday after."<br/><br/>"You've been heard Director," Count Nefaria simply stated, standing at his end of the table, arms folded across his chest. Abigail frowned but didn't dare to confront him now. He had too many supporters and challenging him would simply alienate her more from them. She simply didn't have the oratory or charismatic skills to win them over decisively. And she knew it. Acquiescing, she could only hope Nefaria would go easy as he started to speak. "I actually agree with the Director. We should move the Naval forces to the West, if only to provide a unified front in case of a flanking maneuver... between us and our allies in Alexandria," he said, basically agreeing with her but for different reasons.<br/><br/>She frowned at his little ploy, but knew it would work as the meeting continued on. "Also I agree with both you and the Generals in creating a mobile defense. In case the worse does happen, we should see to it that our forces aren't tied down, but are capable of maneuver," he added, agreeing with her again, but again in a manner that didn't show that he was actually listening to her advice, or advocating even the contemplation of defeat.<br/><br/>"Fortifications are monuments to the stupidity of man," Agent Hariri mutterd under breath.<br/><br/>"When attacking, a man who digs a foxhole might as well dig his own grave," Abigail shot back, using another quote from General Patton.<br/><br/>"Well stated," Count Nefaria said. "One thing we learned is that the power possessed by even a few of these mutants is formidable. A small team were able to penetrate one of our command bunkers, almost killed our dear Director here if I didn't save her life," he then stated, reminding everyone of the fact to her dismay.<br/><br/>"Where is Joystick by the way?" Director Brand then asked, having not seen her since she had defeated her in the command bunker.<br/><br/>A flash of sinister darkness followed by a wry grin crossed his face. "Don't worry about her. She's being taken care of and is currently being pumped for intelligence," he added, his tone and word choice making Abigail's stomach churn. HYDRA and the Maggia didn't know the first thing about how to take care of prisoners.<br/><br/><strong>Al-Abassi Mosque<br/>Current SWORD Headquarters<br/>Center of Port Said </strong><br/><br/>"Right here!" Agent Tokoro finally said, as she unlocked one of a row of shipping containers parked in the large backyard area of the mosque as inside, he immediately noticed it was anything but storage of 'intelligence files' like she said, but instead something else entirely.<br/><br/>And not much of anything else.<br/><br/>As she closed the door behind them he meanwhile saw what looked like a red workout mat had been laid out across most of the floor, and off to the far side was a large air conditioner mounted on the wall, the fan inside of it drowning out any of the ambient noise and off to the side were random free weights and other exercise equipment, leading him to realize it was actually some sort of storage for exercise equipment. Though in the corner there was also a SWORD issued rifle, body armor, utility belt, and a battle pack that had Tokoro's name on it.<br/><br/>Or at least it was until he noticed what was on top of a small stool in the corner. A industrial size box of extra large condoms. Looking at his eyes google, by the time Kurt panned his field of vision back to Agent Tokoro, all puzzlement was quickly dismissed as he saw her already starting to unbutton her field jacket, revealing that in fact she was wearing only a low cut undershirt underneath the jacket. "I'm sorry Kurt... I brought you here under false pretenses but... " she started to say, the nervous stutter in her voice no longer evident as she took several deep breaths. "... we... or at least I... might die today if Apocalypse attacks. And well... I don't want to spend my last few free hours preparing for the inevitable," she said with a gulp. "I want to be happy. And... I don't want to die a virgin," she followed up, lying through her teeth on that part. "And," she then said, throwing off her jacket and approaching him, scooping up the box of condoms. "...I'd like to spend my last hours with you... if you... like me," she then said, looking him straight in the eye. She wasn't trying to pressure him into it, but since she was already half naked in a secluded air conditioned container, it kind of defeated the purpose of being coy about it. "I really want you Kurt... I've wanted you ever since you teleported into my line of sight."<br/><br/><em>NPC's</em><br/>Agent Hariri (http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/MNBlend/Class/PaulaGarces.jpg) (Lebanon): Linguistics and Diplomacy.<br/>Agent Marquez (http://i.imgur.com/xmUcy.jpg) (Philippines): Intelligence Analysis.<br/>Agent Duchamp (http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/MNBlend/Guys/PatrickCote.jpg) (Canada): Weapons Specialist.<br/>Agent Fisher (http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/MNBlend/Class/PaigeWyatt2.jpg) (United States of America): Reconnaissance Marksman<br/>Agent Tokoro (http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/MNBlend/Class/AmiTokito.jpg) (Japan): Communications Technician<br/>Agent Kang (http://i.imgur.com/fzF5tH7.jpg) (Kazakhstan): Weapons Specialist.<br/>Provisional Agent Austen (http://i.imgur.com/4vP6csw.jpg) (United States): Underwater Demolitions.