<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cd/75/a8/cd75a83054ed718f94fe8a8070eab748.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Combat Trainer; Perfect 10 PL 10 (150 PP)</span></span><br/><br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Unknown<strong>Identity:</strong>Secret<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Agent X<strong>Occupation:</strong>SpecOps<br/><strong>Bases of Operations:</strong>Washington, D.C.<strong>Affiliation:</strong>U.S. Army<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When Captain Santos opened the door, the imposing figure of a nearly seven-foot tall human greeted him at the door.  He was dressed in blinding white.  White boots, white pants, a white utility belt, and a white tee that scarcely covered his impressive barrel-sized torso.  His broad shoulders and massive arms and chiseled face were tanned, and many shades darker than the white costume he wore.<br/><br/>This was the Perfect 10, the perfect human, a world-famous costumed adventurer.<br/><br/>"Good morning, Captain," he said.   "I trust you slept well?"