<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> Poccy, Nightcrawler and Open<br/></span></span><hr/><strong>Al-Abassi Mosque<br/>Current SWORD Headquarters<br/>Container Park</strong><br/><br/>Agent Satoko Tokoro slowly stirred awake, the first action being an instinctively clenching of her now incredible sore pussy, her thighs closing up, legs pressing together to the point even her ankles locked together before slowly she shook her head awake, slowly lifted her head from the gym mat, propping herself on her elbows as she glanced down and could feel the warmth of her juicy runoff mingling with the excess runoff of seed from the mutant that she could still feel trickling out of her sore womanhood. Her eyes however immediately focused on the amber orbs staring at her as she noticed him crouching nearby, looking no less sexy now as she finally confirmed he only had one cock, but one impressive tail as well.<br/><br/>Her asshole puckered up tight at the thought of it, as she felt the dull, tingling pain continue to reverberate through her loins, and the thick load of potent mutant seed literally sloshing around deep in her womb, and the breadth of her pussy. "Mmmmmm," she finally managed to murmur, her first groan almost sounding like a purr as she stretched out her body a bit, toes uncurling as she stretched out her body and rolled onto her side, the ample curve of her pale ass all the more obvious as it rose above her petite thighs and sleekly muscled legs, giving him a full view of her nude body from the side and a contented smile on her face. "Thank you very much," she said softly, smirking, a rosy redness rising to her cheeks as she felt a little bit bashful, before suddenly glancing in the corner where she was keeping her combat kit and immediately wondered what time it was. It had to be mid morning at least. "What time is it?" she suddenly asked, her upper body perking up, hoping nothing too awful had occurred while she was getting plowed by a mutant in a cargo container.<br/><br/><strong>Coastal Resort and Hotel<br/>HYDRA/ Maggia Joint Headquarters<br/>Top Level</strong><br/><br/>The AIM scientist was clad in one of those beekeeper style outfits as he gave Count Nefaria a sharp salute. "The device is ready and keyed to your biometric readings sir," the anonymous scientist said as Count Nefaria entered the currently vacant hotel suite, located on the top floor of the resort.<br/><br/>"Excellent," the Count said, inspecting the device firsthand and chuckling to himself at how simple it was. "Prepare to deploy it forward and keep it quiet," the Count replied before turning to a female HYDRA officer standing beside him. "And you. Prepare your forces and make them aware of the withdrawal and evacuation plans," he then added as the HYDRA officer gave him a sharp salute as well before she departed the room to carry out his orders.<br/><br/>Count Nefaria smiled. Of course he planned for retreat. But that didn't mean he had to reveal it to everyone like Abigail Brand did. There were benefits to being a villain. For example, to him, collateral damage was a term he could easily become comfortable with. For her, it was something nigh impossible to avoid if she could prevent it. It was for that fact alone that it while the Bible stated the meek will inherit the Earth, Nefaria knew it would require someone strong to lead them through the apocalypse. And if not God, a humble Italian noble would have to do.<br/><br/>There were a few obstacles of course, Apocalypse being the obvious one. But once he was dealth with, publicly, every other obstacle would fall away. He doubted even the much vaunted Tony Stark could challenge him once he crushed Apocalypse and his forces. He would be the savior of humanity and of the planet, of civilization. How could some mere playboy with no wealth remaining and few friends left challenge Count Luchino Nefaria, Savior of Humankind?<br/><br/>The answer was sinmple.<br/><br/>There was no way.<br/><br/>As he walked down to the lobby to his assembled minions, as the moment of truth and confrontation came, he slowly began to realize the greatness he was about to achieve. The vision of the future, dictated by him, that would come. With the blessings of immortality he could rebuild the world into his own vision. Time was already no longer and issue. And soon there wouldn't be an Earth bound rival that could contest him. He would almost be a God, not some detached Creator or Architect, but an immortal nonetheless. Like the powerful Gods of the myths that, unlike the actual Thor and Hercules, turned out to be ever so pathetic. A human who rose to divinity. That is what he would be. One who would leave an indelible legacy and impact on the whole scale of human history thanks solely to the fact he was in the right place, and at the right time, and was the only one who could truly challenge this personified Apocalypse.<br/><br/>His supervillain minions rose from their seats as he approached, and out of respect, received him silently. Count Nefaria smiled. Certainly this motley collection of henchmen wasn't first class but made of those who were overlooked in the initial attacks, or in the case of some of them, far too canny or paranoid or simply smart to get caught up in the resulting events. Truth was, many of the villains who survived the initial attacks turned out to be in league with Apocalypse, mutant or otherwise, or in a bit of irony, were fighting alongside the resistance in one form or another.<br/><br/>Count Nefaria decided, as he gave his orders to his superpowered minions, that he would be generous to those who flocked to his banner in the wake of this disaster. He could afford to be, since by the end of the day, he would become the most powerful being on the planet.<br/><br/>As close as a God as a man who was once mortal could practically get... on his own.<br/><br/><em>NPC's</em><br/><br/>SWORD:<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.<br/><br/>HYDRA/Maggia: (Beggars can't be choosers)<br/>Count Nefaria (http://www.comicvine.com/count-nefaria/29-3229/)<br/>Crossfire (http://www.comicvine.com/crossfire/29-30800/)<br/>Mr. Fear (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr._Fear#Larry_Cranston)<br/>Spymaster (http://www.comicvine.com/spymaster/29-10222/)<br/>The Shocker (http://www.comicvine.com/shocker/29-4825/)<br/>Stilt-Man (http://www.comicvine.com/stilt-man/29-2474/)<br/>Bombshell (http://www.comicvine.com/bombshell/29-27882/)<br/>Ringer (http://www.comicvine.com/ringer/29-14046/)<br/>Beetle (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leila_Davis)<br/>Dreadnoughts (http://www.marveldirectory.com/individuals/d/dreadnought.htm)<br/><br/>Prisoners:<br/>Joystick (http://www.comicvine.com/joystick/29-4809/)