<div class="floatright">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/245201146/superthumb.jpg?t=1466203304)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gordon Briggs<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>American<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Meeting and objective<br/><hr/>Another long night, another Berlin day. Much of it had been spent by Gordon with business, looking over reports, brushing up on his language skills, and reading a bit from his book. He was more fluent in Italian than German, though he was doing his best to grasp the language as a professional responsibility. Sleep was harder to come by, and this was a good way of filling in the gaps.<br/><br/>But soon enough the sun rose, Reveille played, and he was off to work. The car ride saw no trouble, and soon enough he was arriving at the Courthouse. He had not seen the entire complex personally, but that was alright. Most of his focus was on the lower levels of the building, where the RPA made its headquarters. With all his gear safely on his person, he bid good day to the driver before heading inside.<br/><br/>"Good morning Frau Meyer," he said to the woman waiting for him with a nod of his head. "I hope the weather hasn't been giving you too much trouble."<br/><br/>On like that he would continue to converse about things of mild importance. At the same time he'd take the opportunity to test the German phrases he had picked up last night, even if she already spoke in English. There was no harm in a bit of practice, as far as he was concerned. Not with the opportunity to do so before it mattered.<br/><br/>Then on to the briefing room. Coffee waited, even if it was awful. A cup would be taken in spite of the taste however, needed to cope with those long nights of his. With a nod and a thanks to Meyer, he took a seat to wait for the briefing to start.<br/><br/>That left him a few minutes to relax. As he did so his gaze swept the room and those present. He'd been with the operation for about a month, and gotten a good read on things. Campbell was solid, wartime service, intelligence service including field operations. he was the type that you could trust your back to when the chips came down even if they weren't particularly close beyond their current profession. As for Dupond...well, there was just something off. The way he acted and carried himself, the focus on medicine, it was harder to take him seriously in a place like this. He knew what he was doing, sure, but Briggs felt more comfortable with someone like Campbell (even if he was a spook)<br/><br/>At least they didn't have to wait long for Androshenko to arrive. He treated the Soviet politely, if a bit coldly. "Good morning." They might have been allies during the war but it was impossible to forget that the two of them were on opposing sides, and that the Soviets ultimately wanted to get rid of everything America stood for. But for now they had to work together for the good of all.<br/><br/>The meeting began, yet before it could get far at all Frau Meyer burst in with a message. Some kind of incident. "Well, at least this was short," Gordon observed as he rose to his feet in preparation to depart. It seemed today would not be a slow day.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Trust</div><div class="spoiler_body">Captain Wallace - 2d6<br/>Captain Dupond - 1d6</div></div>