<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>Al-Abassi Mosque<br/>Current SWORD Headquarters<br/>Container Park</strong><br/><br/>Feeling his uniform finally be discarded and his naked, short furred body press against hers made Satoko practically writhe in anticipatory ecstasy beneath him, her long creamy limbs wrapping around his leanly muscled, dark blue body, the sharp contrasts of skin and color and tone adding another dimension of pleasure to the already incredible aroused Agents mind as she locked her lips with his, her bra undone by his hands, her healthy, soft, breasts topped with brown nipples now pressed against his chest, her nipples hardening into erect nubs as they were stimulated by the fine fur covering his muscled chest.<br/><br/>Briefly, for only a moment, she tried to steal a glance at his manhood, wondering if the rumors of him having two cocks was actually true, but the press of his body upon hers after he stripped himself was all too brief, and truthfully, she knew she would find out soon enough. Her long, shapely legs continued to wrap around his hips, until she was practically hanging off of his body, moaning her delight into their deep, passionate and unrequited kisses, tongues mingling as their lips pressed together and she closed her eyes tightly to savor and burn into memory every second of this coupling that would follow.<br/><br/>Pulling her entire body up against hers, she intentionally had him carry all of her weight, forcing him to press her down against the soft exercise mat, the tightness of his body bearing down on hers adding another level of enjoyment to her on an emotional and mental level as she loved the thought of her demonic looking partner practically pinning her body to the floor.<br/><br/>But even as she clung to his body tightly, ripples of tense arousal shuddered through her body, whether from a brush of her erect and sensitive nipples against his finely furred chest, or the feeling of his long, prehenshile tail slithering and writhing over the vulnerable curves of her body, snaking over her asscheeks, down the shallow arch in her back, the tip tracing delicate patterns along her thighs teasingly, or otherwise both supporting and tickling her nude form. She was even gently grinding her hips against his abs now, her clitoral hood and the outer lips of her loins brushing over his furry groin, the feeling of thousands of minute little hairs flickering over her naked, sopping wet and steaming hot womanhood, making her loins literally quiver as they left bits of feminine dew glistening over his midsection.<br/><br/>Finally breaking off the kiss, she flashed open her eyes only briefly, her fingers grasping the back of his head firmly still. “Please. I want more…” she practically purred, her eyes hazed over with ecstasy as she bucked her hips against his groin again, grinding her juicy sex against his abs and groin, showing how desperately she wanted his manhood to slip deep inside of her.<br/><br/><strong>Coastal Resort and Hotel<br/>HYDRA/ Maggia Joint Headquarters<br/>Main Lobby</strong><br/><br/>"Ringer! Beetle!" Spymaster said, having just made himself a cocktail despite the fact he was obviously still wearing his mask. "You've returned untarnished by the Apocalypse!" he then said, already pouring out two more drinks for the duo. "I must admit, when I saw you two were working together, I was thinking how unlikely a pairing it was. But if Cobra and Mr. Hyde worked, why not you two!" he then said. "I personally... frown upon team ups, present circumstances mostly excluded," he then added. "You see, I was infiltrating the Stark Tower when this guy Ghost, my rival, offered me his intangibility device to use. And I was like... yeah... I'm not falling for the old deactivate the intangible rival in the wall bit. No idiot would ever fall for that, especially with a person you tried to kill mere moments earlier." He paused, reflecting on that for a moment. "Ghost showed his true colors... as expected. There's no concept of professionalism among the new breed of villains, especially those of us that work in espionage."<br/><br/>The recently arrived villainous pair approached the bar while mostly ignoring his story as Spymaster, sensing that, took it as an offer to keep talking. "In fact, working with espionage types almost never works out," he then added, nodding his head towards the basement door.<br/><br/>The Beetle turned its head. "They're still at it?" Leila asked, her voice filtered out so that no one could tell it was actually her, the Ringers wife, under the armor.<br/><br/>"All night and," the Shocker paused to check the clock. "...most of the morning too."<br/><br/>"You know Crossfire was ex CIA?"Spymaster then said with a shrug, earning a surprised glance from everyone in the room.<br/><br/>"How do you know?" Bombshell asked incredulously.<br/><br/>"I am a Spymaster... it's in the name," he replied as he stuck a straw into his cocktail and started sipping it through a previous undetected hole in his facemask. Somewhat bemused, the Ringer took one of the drinks and then paused in offering it to Beetle, as she was still in her armor. Thankfully Bombshell was game and quickly ran up, liberating the third drink intended for Beetle. If he cared, Spymaster didn't show it and instead kept on talking. "Kind of glad Tony Stark is alive though. Makes me realize, maybe for a little bit longer at least, the old world isn't completely lost. I almost feel sentimental actually." He paused, turning to the other villains when he saw the Shocker shaking his head.<br/><br/>"You're sentimental about IronMan? I could give two shits about my so-called rival," the Shocker replied referring to Spider-Man.<br/><br/>"You don't care if he's dead or alive?" Stilt-Man asked, not wanting to confess that he thought about DareDevil quite a bit.<br/><br/>"I could care less," the Shocker replied. "As far as I'm concerned, we get too preoccupied with rivalries as it is. And now it doesn't even matter anymore. The new lines are us and them, and the perverts in the basement."<br/><br/>Spymaster shrugged. "It's good not getting attached to things I suppose, but I will admit, I would have a sense of regret if Tony Stark was killed. I mean don't get me wrong, I wouldn't lose any sleep over the playboy getting offed, but oh... the memories..."<br/><br/>"You know," the Ringer then said, acting a bit conspiratorially, though the sarcastic tone of his voice suggested otherwise. "...if we're not to trust espionage types, what should we do with you SPYmaster?"<br/><br/>The IronMan foe waved off the Ringers question, chuckling as he took another slurp of his cocktail. "Hey. I don't need subterfuge to tell you all that if you get in a scrape, I will do my utmost not to get caught in it. First rule of supervillainy is to stay alive. The second is to always have an out. I like y'all but don't think that I'll go out on a limb saving your lives." He paused momentarily, savoring the taste of blended alcohol in his mouth. "However, I encourage all of you to extend me the same courtesy regardless," he thoughtfully added, eliciting a laugh from everyone else in the lobby at his flagrant hypocrisy. "Especially you Shocker. You seem like one of those friendly types with misguided loyalties and whatnot."<br/><br/>"Guilty," the Shocker replied. "And it's<em>The</em>Shocker."<br/><br/>"I've had that done to me," Bombshell said with a flirtatious chuckle only to provoke an immediately rolling of the eyes from the Shocker and Spymaster shaking his head in dismay at the crude reference.<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/)