<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/9e/f2/bf/9ef2bf00b1c2727d2bfb11126686972f.jpg)</div>Name: Ritterkreuz Anthony<br/>Location: Somewhere in England next to Danger.<br/>Tagged: Danger and Open.<br/>Mood: Pondering future plans and grim times.<br/><hr/><br/>Anthony sat in his favorite black leather chair; he stared out into the bustling yet boring, car filled streets of London. His penthouse office had glass on one side of the room just before where he sat. His wooden desk neatly organized with his files and folders but also some small desk toys that modeled some famous experiments.  One of those desk toys was an old Newton’s cradle that he enjoyed in his free time but the steel balls remained silent. On the white colored wall held a single painting about the exploits Prometheus sharing fire to the world. Fire was indeed a gift though not what man thought fire could do. Man thought he could tame the unrelenting, all-consuming power fire contained. Just under the painting stood a dark brown dresser with two African urns. The other side held five bookshelves, filled to the brim with many different colored books but all told similar tales of true woe and despair for man.<br/><br/>When Agent Danger walked straight into his office, Anthony knew exactly who had stepped in and why he had called her there. Anthony, still turned towards the window, motioned with his left hand towards the empty chair right by his desk. Not nearly as fancy but just as comfortable. Anthony pressed his fingers together while holding them just above his mid-chest. “Special Agent Danger… I hear that you have been creating a situation with your partner. Does he not fit within your parameters of a working relationship?” Anthony slowly turned his chair to face his special agent. Her tan body spoke tales of pleasure and simple sex that could be gain from the Nymphomaniac that sat a mere three feet away from him. Her mind was even worse in trying to comprehend though if you threw any dog a bone it would chase it merrily.<br/>“You know we must recruit more power wielders and soldiers into our ranks if we are to succeed against AXIS’s enemies. Recent reports seem to tell me different stories…” He paused for a moment for his words to sink in. “Just today you murdered one power wielder and you severely injured your partner, both would get you reprehended but I see something else in you… Yes, I see some potential for something greater then a recruiter.”<br/><br/>Anthony rested his pale hands down on the oak desk, his right hand grabbed the Newton’s Cradle. “Do you know the princable of the Newton’s Cradle? When one ball is lifted all the other balls transfere the energy into the last ball and the cycle repeats.” He lifted one the balls and let go so the balls would click away. “This is much like the cycle of good and evil… neither side gaining the upper hand over the other… that is until today.” Anthony stopped the ball from swing with one of his fingers. “You see, there are so many other things you could be doing right now but we choose you for a reason. You get results and that is what I like to see but starting as of today you will be my private bodyguard. If you reject my offer then I will dump your sorry ass in one of those godforsaken alleys and leave you there to rot. The choice is yours but choose wisely.” He rested back into the chair while she thought it through, there would be of course better perks for being his bodyguard and he did not give that honor to just anyone.<br/><br/>