Anzhela Bogdana walked coolly through the brightly lit corridor of MI-6, a seductive grin fixed permenantly on her face. The first time she'd ventured down these very halls she had been a different woman. That was before she'd become acquainted with her mentor, a fellow agent in the British secret agency. He was higher in rank than her at the time though, and getting close with him though she'd been hesitant to do so, had gotten her foot in the door. A few strenuous months of training had done Anzhela a world of good. Just that morning when she arrived at MI-6 Headquarters her Double-O status papers were sitting in her locker and she was now on her way to the head cheif's office to receive the final signature that would make it official.<br/><br/>Anzhela hadn't originally joined the agency to become a killer. Following the death of her older brother her only option fresh out of University with a major in Linguistics, MI-6 seemed like a promising way for her to battle the demons that haunted her dreams. She intended to become a spy for the Queen in the hopes of protecting her fellow countrymen from suffering the same fate her brother had at the hand of terrorists.<br/><br/>Presently she rounded the glass walled corner to R's laboratory where she watched the strange man working on some random new gadget implanted in the hood of a purple Mercedes Benz. She liked the color, but shook her head wondering how R had come to pick such a gaudy look for a luxury vehicle. Past Robinson's office Anzhela paused to for the tenth time press down the front of her black leather catsuit and adjust the bun in her thick red hair before turning the knob and stepping into the mysterious M's lair.