<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<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>SWORD Headquarters<br/>Al-Abassi Mosque<br/><br/>Agent Tokoro stumbled into the command center, literally exasperated only to find Nightcrawler was apparently there already and immediately the color drained from her face. “Don't worry Agent Tokoro, we found him,” Agent Kang stated as he tossed her a walkie.<br/><br/>“You called me? Why didn't you tell me you had him here?” she asked, barely catching the radio handset and then taking a moment to catch her breath.<br/><br/>“We needed you to key his communicator to our frequencies before we left,” Agent Kang then said. “We're heading to the safe house in Mersa Matruh remember. He'll need to communicate with us when we followup in the Harrier jump jet,” he then added, having already prepacked a field combat kit for the Communications agent.<br/><br/>“I'm not going with Kurt?” Agent Tokoro asked, giving Agent Kang a pause, before glancing between the two.<br/><br/>“You two are on a first name basis? We've known each other for four years and even on mandatory outings we still call each other by last names,” he said before pausing. “Well... family names anyways,” he then added, reminding her that he was in fact a Kazakhstani citizen of Korean ancestry. Agent Tokoro blinked as Agent Kang simply shook his head at her confusion. “Listen. Get that sorted out,” he said nodding to the communicator. “We're leaving in twenty. Director Brand will be going with Nightcrawler because she can kick everyone elses butt here, including yours... twice.” He paused. “And get that limp checked out with medical when we get back.”<br/><br/>“Limp?” she mouthed silently, before realizing it was from the sweet mutant elf loving she had earlier as she stared at Kurt blankly for a momet.<br/><br/>“Tokoro?” Kang then said, causing her to shake her head and get to work.<br/><br/>“Yes sir. Right away sir,” Agent Tokoro said before running off.<br/>--------<br/><br/><strong>HYDRA/ Maggia Joint Headquarters<br/>Lobby </strong><br/><br/>Spymaster smiled. “Am I good or am I good?” he then said to Count Nefaria as he sat behind the mahogany desk of the hotel managers office. With that said, the super sleuth tapped his finger on the datapad.<br/><br/>“Very impressive. You are certain that this tracker will follow Nightcrawlers movements?” the Count asked.<br/><br/>“Until his next shower. I hope he scrubs his fur vigorously,” he replied, the apocalypse having not made him lose his wit.<br/><br/>Count Nefaria offered a smoldering smile to his capable underling. Of everyone he had managed to recruit so far, Spymaster had proven the most capable and resourceful despite his lack of direct technique in gathering intelligence. “Good work. I want you to take the stealth copter and follow him in cases he leaves. I know that SWORD received a burst transmission. I want to know what was on it. They'll send their best and he is their best man.”<br/><br/>“Man?” Spymaster asked curiously.<br/><br/>“I could care less either way about mutant rights, but if the genocide of the mutant race will expedite my own control of the world, so be it. By and large, they created this problem. If the rest of their race reaps the whirlwind of what most of their ilk has sown, so be it,” Count Nefaria stated pragmatically. His casual remarks of genocide as being politically expedient even gave Spymaster pause, though it thankfully didn't show behind his masked facade.<br/><br/>Ignoring the subject, one he knew he would have no influence on anyways, Spymaster moved back to business. “I'll follow him. Don't worry,” he said, rather glad he'd be out of the city and the inevitable assault. If he was lucky, he'd miss the whole show.<br/><br/>“And take Crossfire and Mr. Fear with you,” Count Nefaria then said in an even, yet deep voice that gave Spymaster a momentary pause. In fact, he felt a bit disgusted at having to work with two crude men. Granted they were highly skilled professionals, but rape and torture wasn't even a last resort for him. It was never an option for someone like him. “Is there a problem?” Nefaria asked.<br/><br/>Spymaster turned to look at Nefaria as he stepped out of the office. “Not from me my Lord,” Spymaster said in flattery, but also with complete honesty. He was more then willing to work with those two, despite their unsavory proclivities.<br/><br/>As he exited, Count Nefaria smiled as well. Spymaster was his most capable operative. But Crossfire and Mr. Fear... they were more ruthless. And in this world, he needed ruthless, capable men as well. If Spymaster wasn't willing to do what had to be done, he knew those two would be able to and that Spymaster would be professional enough to not get in the way. Not like some of his other lackeys.