<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/><strong>Egyptian Air Force Base South of Mersa Matruh</strong><br/><br/>Director Brand didn’t feel nice about ripping Agent Tokoro from Nightcrawler’s bedside while he was enduring his traumatic episode, but to be honest, regardless of whatever feelings the two of them had, the needs of the war far outweighed them. From what she had just received in transmission, Port Said was in preparation for being overrun by a force of mutants led by the head honcho Apocalypse himself. But like with every disaster, there was a silver lining.<br/><br/>Apocalypse was going to be there.<br/><br/>Unfortunately she didn’t have a nuclear weapon to drop on his big dumb genocidal head. But what she did have, was a new armada. And Agent Tokoro had helped bring it together in a short period of time. Already Port Said was too far away for a ground offensive to be of any relief and to be honest, she doubted that a bunch of Egyptian police officers, militia and Air Force security would be anything but throwing warm bodies at the problem.<br/><br/>But they did have an air force. Nothing like the Independence Day esque air armada that Count Nefaria had summoned in the First Battle of Port Said, but enough to make a deep impression she hoped, even if only for a short period of time. Most of the Egyptians front line aircraft were either blasted apart in the opening hours and days of the conflict but there were still plenty of jet powered trainers available, and planes bordering on obsolescence still reigning as hangar queens. Thanks to Agent Tokoro, she had them assembled here for fueling, arming and finding pilots. The nice thing about jet trainers was that they were easier to operate then the mind boggling complex modern day fighters.<br/><br/>“We got a lot of Mig-21’s. Most of the pilots are familiar with them but they’re trying to work out the kinks,” Agent Kang stated.<br/><br/>“As long as they can takeoff, fly, and shoot missiles and guns, that’s all we need,” Director Brand stated. “Most of the Apocalypti are wearing light power armor suits. Should be a match for them, all superpowers not being considered.”<br/><br/>“With this force we won’t have a staying power though,” Agent Kang then stated as they approached the assembled pilots assembled on the tarmac, all of them looking rather impressed at the now famous Director Brand, now looking even more imposing in her Sandstorm armor as she approached them.<br/><br/>“Once they run out of ordinance, tell them to fall back either to the rally point on Cyprus or back here,” Director Brand stated. “Pilots are more important than planes at this point. And our main objective is to kill Apocalypse, and save the lives of our friendlies,” Director Brand then stated as she scrolled over whoever else had been assembled.<br/><br/>“Most of our European reinforcements that Nefaria brought in, as you well know, have withdrawn North. But Agent Tokoro, using the communication facilities in the bunker, has managed to assemble contingents both here and in the Middle East. We can coordinate a double envelopment attack from the air that should knock them off balance, if only for a short period of time.”<br/><br/>“Good. I want you in the Harrier. We’ll divide our own forces. You’ll lead half of our aircraft that we have here over the Med. Cover any seaborne retreat we might have in place. Protect the ships at all costs. I’ll lead the second half and fly low over the Sahara. The Middle East contingent will come in from the East. We’ll loop in from the Southwest. At the moment of impact, we shoot off our missiles as soon as possible.  Hit them from all sides at long range. Then we plow the field with bombs and gunfire. Intelligence reports Apocalypse is big, blue and hard to miss. So look for a giant angry smurf or something,” she then said.<br/><br/>Agent Kang nodded, taking down the orders and then bringing up the final thing on his agenda before takeoff. “I know you hate speeches but… the pilots might want some inspirational words. Speeches are kind of a big deal in this part of the country,” he advised as the two found themselves standing in front of dozens of pilots from a half dozen different nations. Most were Egyptians, but there were still smaller numbers of Algerians who had flown all the way over here in their own planes, as well as Libyans and a smattering of Italians from the NATO fleet and even some Russian mercenaries who were originally here as military instructors and advisors. Needless to say, Director Brand felt uncomfortable, hero or not.<br/><br/>Still standing before them, she just took a deep breath, realizing she had to simply swallow her nerves and try and say something inspirational and hope that the Dunning-Kruger Effect wasn’t going to take place as she spoke.<br/><br/>“Listen up everyone,” she then started to say, clearing her throat. “I don’t need to tell you what’s happening. Millions of our countrymen are dead. All of their deaths are on the head of one man. One mutant. His name is Apocalypse. He’s in Port Said right now killing our brothers and sisters in arms. This coward has had great success in murdering tens of thousands of men, and women and children and unarmed civilians. He thinks he’s superior to us, but he was only able to attack us with such cruelty through deception and brutality and surprise. When we got his forces in a fair fight, they went scurrying back to their Daddy and asked him for help. So now Apocalypse himself has shown up. He means to walk right over us.”<br/><br/>“This… villain… is the biggest butcher in human history. He’s racked up a huge bill. It’s time he pays up. Today, we’re going to catch him by surprise. He thinks he’s superior. He thinks he’s immortal. We’re going to put that to the test today. When you’re flying towards Port Said, and you pick up some giant, blue lipped smurf on the field of battle. You lock your missiles on his big mutated head and you unload every missile, rocket and cannon round into it. I’m not going to lie, we might not win this fight. But we’re going to bring down the vengeance of the millions that he’s murdered down upon him. We will show him today, win or lose, who is superior. Who is the better man in the end,” Director Brand then said before the Sandstorm armor she was wearing suddenly had its facemask slip over her face and she literally blasted off into the air, spurring on a surge of cheers and screams and even a few rather excessive discharges of gunfire into the air.<br/><br/>“Pilots! Report to your planes and prepare for takeoff,” Agent Kang then barked.<br/><br/>“Allahu Akbar!” came the resounding chants from many of the pilots as they immediately raced to their planes. It was a hodgepodge mix of old Egyptian Air Force Mig-21’s (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MiG_21), as well as just as large numbers of Alpha Jets (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dassault-Breguet/Dornier_Alpha_Jet), and Karakorums (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hongdu_JL-8) light jet trainers. And not all of the pilots were even Egyptians, as some Italians, Russians and Libyans with flight experience were recruited to pilot the planes. The Algerians had brought in a squadron of Mig-29’s (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mikoyan-Gurevich_MiG-29) and Su-24’s (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sukhoi_Su-24) as well, and thankfully had their original pilots with them. And then there was Agent Kang in the Harrier jump jet they had borrowed from earlier, and Director Brand in her own Sandstorm armor who would lead the divided force.<br/><br/>Then, in order to coordinate the three pronged aerial attack, Agent Tokoro and Spymaster would be utilizing the HYDRA stealth VTOL that had brought the Nefaria supervillains here originally as a sort of airborne command center. They would only take off after everyone else, as Director Brand made it known she wanted to wait just as long as possible for Nightcrawler to hopefully recover. He wasn’t exactly a superhuman heavyweight, but he had plenty of experience and abilities that made him a very useful asset… if he was anything approaching combat capable.<br/><br/>And beyond all that, Director Brand had one more ace up her sleeve. One she planned to use, once the time was right.<br/><br/>Within fifteen minutes, planes were already taxing towards the runway and taking off, fuel tanks full, hardpoints loaded with missiles, rockets and bombs, cannons loaded and ready to fire and each pilot knowing what was expected of them, and how long the odds were. “Radio silence until we get missile locks,” Director Brand stated as the Mersa Matruh task force took to the air and divided into two aerial battle groups.<br/><br/>“Acknowledged,” Agent Kang replied. Combined with the strike force hopefully coming in from the Middle East, they’d catch the force of Apocalypti, rumored to be more powerful but a smaller task force, by something hopefully approaching surprise. If not, it might be the shortest offensive in recent history.<br/>---<br/><br/><strong>Forty Five Minutes later… <br/>Over Port Said<br/></strong><br/>Director Brand wasn’t a religious woman, not even in the least, but she, like many of those with no attachment to any particular faith, was still prone to religious verbiage when faced with events of literally biblical proportions. “Good God…” she murmured as they came upon Port Said and literally saw the city looking like a charnel house exploding in a cacophony of flames, embers and lights. It was almost like a ground level explosion of fireworks, a perpetual grand finale as dozens, if not hundreds of weapons and superhumans were engaging in a titanic clash of forces.<br/><br/>But even in the midst of the lethal light show that was growing over the horizon, Abigail Brand, encased in her super advanced power armor, despite being miles and miles away, had essentially a front row seat to the titanic struggle unfolding just as she arrived. She could detect, through the radar alone, who this Apocalypse even without seeing him optically was but even that reading was eclipsed by a signature signal that literally lit up every IR and thermal sensor in her suit. It was Count Nefaria.<br/><br/>And if the light show was any indication, it looked like he was singlehandedly… everywhere in Port Said at the same time.<br/>---<br/><br/><strong>Suez Canal Authority Building</strong><br/><br/>The tanks were flying in the air. That was the last thought one SWORD agent had before an Egyptian Abrams literally flipped through the air, and crushed her upon impact. “NOTHING STOPS THE JUGGERNAUT!” the powerful, dome helmeted monstrosity roared as he seemed to literally be hosed down by weapons fire. Machine guns. Grenades. Explosives. Nothing had even the slightest effect upon the man himself, even if his armor was looking slightly the worse for wear with the helmet dented by the various explosives and cannon shells that had impacted against it while the man underneath was unharmed.  With a single swipe of a massive, tree trunk sized limb, he chopped down a corner building, causing the anti-aircraft cannon mounted on the rooftop of the five story structure to come crumbling down, its hapless operators crushed in the rubble.<br/><br/>“UNSTOPPABLE!” he roared as a single energy blast sizzled against his helmet and the massively build villain turned his head to see who dared irk him ever so slightly.<br/><br/>Stilt-Man frowned, realizing even on full power, his energy pistol was woefully inadequate and immediately realized, Stilt-Man versus Juggernaut might be one of the shortest fights in history. SO he did the only thing he could. He made his stilts extend higher as Juggernaut, effortlessly ripping a tank main gun from the turret of one of the nearby Abrams, then charged forward and swinging it about like a baseball bat, easily sliced through both of Wilbur’s armored legs and causing the D-grade villain to start to take a tumble down towards the corpse and rubble filled street below.<br/><br/>“Oh well,” he thought. “At least he died fighting.” Those were the last thoughts echoing through his mind when a blur of unmistakable ionic energy suddenly blasted past him to the point he almost felt like his skin was burning through his armor a moment before he hit the ground.<br/><br/>Count Nefaria had spent the entire opening stage of the battle in preparation. Wilbur knew that Count Nefaria had a plan, but didn’t realize just what it was. He had seen the AIM scientists worked, preparing something. He deduced it was some sort of nuclear bomb, likely one they had stolen from the Israelis before ‘rescuing Port Said,’ the same one that Abigail Brand wanted to of used earlier. It had all been part of Nefaria’s calculations. Instead of Director Brand saving the day, it would be Nefaria.<br/><br/>But he never used it on Cairo. And now Wilbur, the often mocked Stilt-Man suddenly realized why. The AIM scientists weren’t needed to prepare or deliver the nuclear bomb. They were needed in order to convert the nuclear bomb to another purpose.<br/><br/>Convert it into ionic energy.<br/><br/>Ionic energy that Count Nefaria had spent most of the morning absorbing.<br/><br/>Juggernaut, his power mystically fueled by ancient powers that were far beyond the comprehension of mere mortals or their sciences, found himself blinded by the ribbon like trail of ruby red fire that was Count Nefaria now, his eyes literally burning, and weeping at the sight of the nuclear powered Count burning a path through the air itself and aimed right at Juggernaut.<br/><br/>In a fraction of a second, Juggernaut’s helmet was reduced to molten metal as with the rest of his armor, it seemed to literally drip from his unyielding skin. But as one who had molten lead dropped on him by the vat load and yet remained unharmed, it was of no consequence.  In fact, Juggernaut had even formed his massive hands into fists, intent on pummeling what Nefaria had become into submission only to suddenly find himself weightless as in a flash of time, he realized he was literally falling from the air.<br/><br/>Just like that, the heat was gone.<br/><br/>From several thousand meters up in the upper atmosphere, the Juggernaut, completely naked, redefined himself as an unstoppable force and would soon have a birds eye view of what was to come.<br/>---<br/><br/><strong>Al-Abassi Mosque</strong><br/><br/>“Ggghhhh!”  Agent DuChamp groaned, as the life crushing tendrils of Omega Red were about to finish him off when a hand grenade literally exploded off of the back of his head. The mosques floor was literally covered in dead Kurdish peshmerga and SWORD agents, as well as a few lesser armored Apocalypti when Omega Red and Deacon turned to find a new force had come to interfere.<br/><br/>“Who wishes to expedite their judgment,” Deacon, a hulking brute of a superhuman, his fundamentalist will now corrupted to bend to Apocalypse’s desire, intoned in a deep, grave voice. The two supervillains turned to see a less then compelling force facing them down.<br/><br/>Bombshell and the Shocker turned to each other and gave each other knowing nods of farewell and then, handfuls of explosives and vibro-blasters at the ready, unleashed their best shots against the two corrupted villains. Omega Red and Deacon charged forward, the Russian supervillain tossing aside his latest victims as he pursued the far juicier new ones. Apocalypse had found the SWORD agents and their puny human Peshmerga defenders as unworthy of direct battle and thus ignoring their pathetically conventional assaults, had Omega Red and Deacon lead a squad to kill the lot of them.<br/><br/>They had succeeded.<br/><br/>And now it looked like two unjudged supervillains would be joining their number. Wading through the fragments of grenade explosions, and vibro-blasts the two supervillains closed distance, intent on skewering, stabbing and ripping apart their lesser foes in a gory display of violence and bloodlust. But Bombshell and the Shocker proved that even though they were far from A-listers, they had their own assets as Bombshell backflipped over the mystical golden swords of the Deacon, leaving a gift of a white phosphorous grenade in her wake as she landed behind a metal desk. The Shocker meanwhile slipped through the tentacles of Omega Red, unleashing at point blank ranges his own vibro-blasts to the face of the Russian villain. His vibro-suit, able to shrug off Spider-Man’s webbing, found avoiding the death pheromone laced tendrils of Omega Red more hazardous, but still easier to avoid.<br/><br/>Even though, his proximity with the death pheromones was already making him feel weak, even lethargic, within seconds of indirect exposure as he realized they would have to find a way to eliminate their foes quickly or else attrition alone would finish them off.<br/><br/>As the Willy Pete grenade went off with a blast of smoke, and a blinding flash of light, the caustic burning phosphorous splattered across the two villains though causing barely anything of an irritant, beyond temporarily deafening and blinding the duo.<br/><br/>But it was enough for the Shocker.<br/><br/>Realizing this was his chance, he unloaded a full blast of his vibro-blasters, aiming them at the Omega Red’s feet and causing the mosque’s floor to collapse around the Russians feet. Within a fraction of a second, he had toppled through the floor into the mosques basement levels as without missing a beat, Bombshell tossed a high explosive grenade against a nearby support pillar base before diving for cover yet again.<br/><br/>“Heathenous profligates! You deny judgment!” Deacon roared, the phosphorous burning his face still before sizzling into nothing. He lashed out with his golden swords blindly, catching nothing but furniture and air when suddenly he felt the Shocker leap onto his back and without hesitation, he jammed his vibro-blasters against the ears of the powerful villain and unloaded a full blast of his gauntlets. These gauntlets could knock over armored vehicles, or cause the She-Hulk to be rattled. But on full power, focused on such an exposed point, they could do even far more damage.<br/><br/>His brain literally rattling inside his skull, the fundamentalist villain started to bleed from his nose and ears within a split second of the blast, his entire body spasming as one of the golden swords suddenly feel from his grasp, skittering across the floor as he seemed to lose all motor control. Then his eyes turned red as, in his last second of instinctive thought, the Deacon clutched his remain sword tightly and then, to the Shockers surprise, flipped it around in his grasp as he realized Deacon intended to fall upon his own sword.<br/><br/>“Suicide is a sin!” the Shocker, not truly religious himself, suddenly screamed, realizing if he let go, Deacon might recover yet.<br/><br/>“I am a zealot for my Lord!” the Deacon replied almost immediately before falling forward and driving his remaining blade through his own chest. The sword point struck through his heart, killing him instantly before slicing clean through the Shockers abdomen, suit and all, like butter. \<br/><br/>“NO!” Bombshell screamed, not wanting to lose yet another friend and ally as she raced out from behind her hiding spot, just as the explosive she placed against the pillar detonated, and buried Omega Red under a literal ton of stone and granite. She raced across the corpse and rubble strewn mosque, towards the slumped form of the Deacon, and the Shocker, neither of them moving now as they were both impaled on the golden blade. “Jesus Christ… what should I do?” Bombshell said, sliding to her knees as she wondered how she could start to extricate the Shocker from the blade or even if she could.<br/><br/>Amazingly, the Shocker slowly turned his quilt masked head towards her. “I immediately regret being a hero,” the Shocker groaned weakly. Bombshell would’ve uttered a laugh if she wasn’t already crying when the Shocker’s eyes suddenly widened. “Look out…” he then murmured in a hoarse voice.<br/><br/>Bombshell turned around just as she saw the pillar she had collapsed onto Omega Red be literally torn apart by the carbonadium tendrils of Omega Red, reducing the massive pillar to powder in seconds. Bombshell immediately reached for the other golden sword lying on the ground when one of the death pheromone laced tentacles suddenly reached around her neck and she was effortlessly ripped away from the Shocker and suspended before Omega Red.<br/><br/>A cruel grin crossed the savage Russians face as he pulled her pretty blonde face to his, close enough to feel his cold breath upon her, sapping her of life itself. “With Deacon’s death, the greater share of glory is now mine. I thank you whore and in compensation I will practice every of exquisite torture and sadism upon your body,” he then said, his other tendril already snaking up her leg, slithering up towards her inner thighs. “I will bring you to the point of death over and over again, after you watch your friends butchered before your eyes. You will be debased. And tortured. And used. And when your mind finally breaks, you will be judged. And then, only if you are lucky, will you die.”<br/><br/>His villainous monologue was suddenly interrupted by the Shocker audibly clearing his throat, which was already filling with blood. Bombshell, wide eyed with terror, turned her deathly pale face to the side and saw the Shocker extending his vibro-gauntlet one last time and aiming it a golden sword on the ground.<br/><br/>He fired a blast.<br/><br/>The golden sword of the Deacon suddenly flew up into the air.<br/><br/>Bombshell had great hands.<br/><br/>She caught it.<br/><br/>And before Omega Red could put a period on the Russian curse word about to escape his mouth, Bombshell made him eat that same sword.<br/><br/>Pointy end first.<br/><br/>The tendrils dropped her, as she ripped the sword from Omega Red’s throat and without delay, swung it around in a roundhouse fashion, slashing at Omega Red’s knees. The divinely enchanted blade cut deep into the Russians legs, severing them clean off as with a roar of pain, Omega Red collapsed to the ground. He wasn’t speaking English anymore. His rage wouldn’t allow him to speak in anything but his native tongue as he launched his tendrils outward, intent on crushing Bombshell as he unloaded a litany of Russian curses upon her.<br/><br/>“Like I care. I don’t speak Russian,” she growled weakly in response as she felt the tendrils wrapping around her legs, snapping her foot and ankle bones like twigs as she started to jab downward with the sword, ripping deep lacerations into the now crawling supervillains face. “Heal from this!” she spat spitefully, realizing from stories she had heard about Wolverine and Omega Red back in the day, he just might but pushed those thoughts out of mind.<br/><br/>She summoned up the last of her strength, and drove the point of the golden blade deep into Omega Red’s neck, hoping against all hope that she could slice the Russian mutants head clean off. But she failed, the last of her strength failing her and then, even with his neck half severed, Omega Red crawled upon Bombshell, ready to deliver a final blow of death. A twistedly cruel smile crossed the Russians face.<br/><br/>Then suddenly his head was removed from his body.<br/><br/>Bombshell blinked as a split second later, the headless body of the mutant was tossed aside into a nearby wall and Bombshell looked up at a brilliant red light standing over her, as an almost luminous being looked down upon her. She immediately realized who it was.<br/><br/>“Count Nefaria,” Bombshell groaned weakly.<br/><br/>“Herman. Wendy. If it is any consolation,” Count Nefaria stated, referring to them by their actual names, his voice almost sounding ethereal now as he clutched the severed head of Omega Red almost casually in one hand. “You’re contributions to my ascension will be long remembered and memorialized. If either of you are still alive when I am finished, I will spare no expense in assisting in your respective recoveries. If not…. thank you… and good bye.”<br/><br/>With that said, Count Nefaria simply flew off for his final confrontation.<br/><br/>Bombshell and the Shocker turned to each other, neither having the strength to even speak anymore as they realized that was quite likely the most sympathetic Count Nefaria had ever been to anyone that wasn’t his own flesh and blood.<br/><br/>To the two of them, approaching deaths door, it was a still a very small consolation.<br/>---<br/><br/><strong>Suez Canal Authority Building</strong><br/><br/>The Suez Canal Authority building, the headquarters of the Port Said resistance, was literally blasted into ruin with a single gesture as Apocalypse waded into the rubble, crushing any and all that stood in his way, underfoot. All around him, the pathetic forces of humanity and their misguided allies, were scurrying away as behind him, all that remained was death and devastation. All that could be mustered against him had barely lasted more than an hour and this coward that was supposed to be their champion, this petty human Count, was nowhere to be seen.<br/><br/>Then a quartet of heads suddenly landed right before his eyes.<br/><br/>He recognized them immediately.<br/><br/>It was Abraham Kreios, Deacon, and Omega Red,  three of his most capable Lieutenants.<br/><br/>And then, in a display of extravagance that even made Apocalypse’s blue lips curl upwards slightly, he saw the good Count wasn’t a coward after all.<br/><br/>Merely a fool.<br/><br/>Literally glowing with ionic energy, the Count, no longer even identifiably human, as his energy based form hovered in the air before Apocalypse, stared down the mutant mastermind. “I’m collecting  heads Apocalypse. I need one more for my headless horsemen I’m creating,” Nefaria bellowed, clearly not intimidated in the least.<br/><br/>The slight smile remained etched upon Apocalypse’s lips. “You are a fool Count. Guilty of hubris and vanity,” Apocalypse calmly responded.<br/><br/>“If we are to think on sins, the one you will soon be guilty of is envy,” the well learned Count responded with bravado, unafraid to mock Apocalypse, regardless of his supposed power.<br/><br/>Apocalypse simply remained bemused. “Well said Count Nefaria! Let us see what mettle you mortals have finally conjured to challenge me!”<br/>---<br/><br/><strong>Several dozen miles to the Southwest</strong><br/><br/><br/>For a brief moment, still miles away, Director Brands’ sensors were literally blinded by the spike in energy levels. It appears, the real battle had finally been joined.<br/>----<br/><br/><strong>NPC Cast of Characters:</strong><br/><br/>Apocalypti:<br/>Venom (http://marvel.wikia.com/Venom)<br/>Deacon (http://www.comicvine.com/deacon/4005-10248/)<br/>Omega Red (http://marvel.com/universe/Omega_Red)<br/>Juggernaut (http://marvel.com/universe/Juggernaut_%28Cain_Marko%29)<br/>Southpaw (http://www.comicvine.com/southpaw/4005-4945/)<br/><br/>HYDRA/Maggia: (Beggars can't be choosers)<br/>Count Nefaria (http://www.comicvine.com/count-nefaria/29-3229/)<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/>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/>