November Cell character sheets.
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				Title: <strong>November Cell character sheets.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>01-04-2016, 11:08:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 22pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>November Cell</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://i66.tinypic.com/wcl4d0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Agent Intelligence</strong></span></span></div><br><hr><br>Post your character sheets here!<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: November Cell character sheets.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>01-04-2016, 19:53:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.tumblr.com/b4a325cbfa367086fedfe66ac0a46ee5/kbxd32v/0m6mlfds1/tumblr_static_483423_10152684919350023_1630370717_n.jpg)</div><strong>Player:</strong> Kokaine<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Danika Quinn<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sex:</strong> Female<br><strong>Place of Birth:</strong> Las Vegas, Nevada<br><strong>Former Occupation:</strong> Professional Poker Player / Hacker<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Dani is a fun loving rebel type, the sort who likes to break the rules just because they're there. She enjoys the thrill of complex challenges and the adrenaline rush that comes with working to best an opponent to the point that it genuinely seems like her only motivation. Sure, she spends a large amount of her time behind a computer screen but she isn't your typical geek. She's loud, quirky, and juuuust awkward enough to let her real thoughts out maybe more than she should--especially when you make her angry. She isn't afraid of a fight if it comes to that but for the most part likes to pretend nothing really matters. <br><br><strong>Physical Traits</strong>: Dani is a woman of mixed ethnicity with a deep tan complexion, brown eyes, full lips, and a slim but athletic build that's stronger than one would assume. Standing 5'7" tall she has long dark hair that is now kept shaved on the sides (undercut). Her style is kind of funky but generally comfy, unless tailored for a specific event.<br><br><strong>Skills:</strong> <br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Hacking and general tech proficiency + ability to modify existing hardware. Is especially good at copycatting other hacker signatures.</li><li type="disc">Freerunning/Parkour + Riding Bikes/Skates/Boards | Down side is that girlie actually doesn't know how to drive </li><li type="disc">Is an adequate street fighter but not a true hand to hand combatant due to lack of professional training. Is better at simply running/escaping.</li><li type="disc">Highly proficient at reading people, situations, and probabilities though not always good enough at acting to pull off the necessary manipulation (poker face is easy but full out pulling off a con is not)</li><li type="disc">Sharp memory though not quite eidetic</li></ul><strong>Agent Profile:</strong> <br><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Raised by a single mother who worked as a show girl. The way her mother tells it, her father was some good for nothing that wanted nothing to do with her or Dani after she got knocked up. Dani suspects its not the truth, at least not all of it, but she never had enough info to go digging herself.</li><li type="disc">School was too easy for Dani and often left her bored. In an effort to stave off that boredom she took to doing things like charging for test answers, slipping into the system and changing grades, forging fake IDs, and other pranks, which got her suspended and then expelled from three different high schools before she just quit going altogether.</li><li type="disc">Eventually she cleaned up her act and got her GED, moving on to community college after that. During this period she really began to get into hacking and taking things apart, making a name for herself with the former and just making a mess with the latter. She'd of course end up using her skills to pay the rent, especially after the Feds came sniffing around the first time and her mother kicked her out. </li><li type="disc">Hooked up with a girl at 18 and the two started running scams. Two years later her girlfriend went missing and was never found. Dani assumes Tasha simply ditched her since a good chunk of their savings disappeared with her.</li><li type="disc">After that, Dani took what was left of her funds and hit the casinos. She played well enough to earn spots in bigger tournaments and essentially start a new bank roll. However, on the side she was contacted by a messenger from what she assumed was nothing more than a high level loan shark to begin working for him.</li><li type="disc">Dani found herself on the fast track to the high life but admittedly wasn't aware of who it was she was really working for until she intercepted a horrific message not meant for her eyes, a message that pretty much revealed she had been playing a part in sex trafficking, drug trafficking, and much more. Seeing the absolute brutality in that message was bad enough that it gave her nightmares and after debating for a while she decided to tip off the authorities--not by calling but by hacking into a protected network and leaving a trail of bread crumbs.</li><li type="disc">It took longer than she would have liked but for the sake of her mother Dani stayed put, going about her normal routine until one night her apartment was raided and she was arrested along with others in the organization. She went through booking locally but an error apparently had her transferred to a maximum security facility after only a few days. A facility she never arrived at.</li></ul><strong>On/Offs:</strong> https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=114501.0
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				Title: <strong>Re: November Cell character sheets.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>01-04-2016, 20:32:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Mona3_zpswv5zowud.jpg)</div><strong>Player:</strong> MissFire<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Mona Temple<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Sex:</strong> Female<br><strong>Place of Birth:</strong> Brooklyn, New York <br><strong>Former Occupation:</strong> Homicide Detective<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Blunt, straightforward, about as subtle as a sledgehammer to the face. Mona plays the 'tomboy' card all day, every day. She acts like she wants to be thought of as the 'cool, lone-wolf' type but is in actuality the 'cool big sister' type of personality; she's the kind of hardass that will give everyone a rough time but will also be the first one to just sit down and listen to someone pour their heart out. Her brash attitude can sometimes cause her to take unnecessary risks, which can endanger the people around her, but she's competent enough to get away with her bravado most of the time.<br><br><strong>Physical Traits</strong>: Athletic and toned, with short brown hair and brown eyes. Numerous scars including: a jagged, z-shaped scar crossing her right cheek and the bridge of her nose, a faint neck scar, and two old gunshot wounds around the abdomen. Her left eye is missing (gunshot) and replaced with a blank whiite glass eye - she keeps her eyes covered behind rounded sunglasses. Her left arm is a veritable jigsaw puzzle of scar tissue. <br><br><strong>Skills:</strong><br>-Decent marksman<br>-Excellent hand-to-hand combatant<br>-Streetwise<br>-Excellent driver<br>-Plenty of connections in and around the New York City area<br>-Extremely durable<br><br><strong>Agent Profile:</strong><br>Mona and her sister April were orphaned at a young age when their parents died in a car accident. April, at that point still very much young and innocent, was more despondant and terrified at having to live in an orphanage. Mona, on the other hand, was angry. As far as she was concerned nothing and no one would take the place of her mother and father. She lashed out at the nuns that ran the orphanage and they, in turn, struck back. Subjected to daily punishment and the occasional beating, Mona was one of the reasons no one ever came to adopt her and April. Eventually, she realized this. Still a child, she did something impossibly rash and ran away. The nuns, sick of Mona, did not try overmuch to find her.<br><br>Eventually, April was adopted. Meanwhile, Mona lived much of her teens on the streets as a vagrant. She fell in with a gang called The Kings and they became sort of a second family to her.<br><br>The Kings, as far as gangs go, were mostly harmless. Drugs, vandalism, grand theft auto, one or two small protection rackets. Things went south when they finally grew some balls and planned their first (and last, it would turn out) bank robbery. It was not as easy as it seemed from TV and the movies. Things went south in a hurry and The Kings fled, leaving Mona behind. She was furious. Also arrested, but mostly furious. Seeing her anger, the police made a deal; wear a wire, pretend like she'd evaded capture, get the gang to talk about the crime. Mona agreed, but when shit starts to roll downhill momentum can take it pretty far. The wire was soon discovered and a shootout followed. Mona versus The Kings. Somewhere in the midst of the shootout, a fire started. Again, Mona was the only survivor. The police were happy with the results. They had scum off the streets and could easily blame it on 'gang-on-gang violence'. At sixteen Mona had lost another family and she'd pulled the trigger.<br><br>But at least she was free.<br><br>Two years later, the police contacted her again. This time, no wires.<br><br>"Gang-on-gang violence. It's all over the news. It would be a shame if.."<br><br>And so when the War on Drugs started, Mona Temple became a frontline soldier. She'd spent much of her life on the streets at that point, had connections, had the look, knew the lingo, had proven she could kill. Dirty cops paid her good money to do terrible things to criminals. "Bounty Hunter" was her prefered terminology, but there were nastier words for it. Hitwoman. Trigger woman. Assassin. Traitor. Bitch. Mona started raking in money and living a life of excess; expensive cars, alcoholism, a penthouse apartment. A paper trail left by a careless kid spending ill-gotten gains. But when you kill enough low-level drug pushers, the men higher up the chain start to notice. Three crime families took the saying "The enemy of my enemy is my friend" to heart and banded together with one goal in mind; kill Mona Temple. <br><br>WE HAVE APRIL. COME ALONE.<br><br>The note had been succinct. It contained an address to a dockside warehouse. There she met three men; Jack Lupino, mob enforcer. Sergei Radinov, Russian mob drug kingpin. Xiao Xiao Long, leader of the Mountain Cloud Boys triad. There were no terms to discuss. Lupino had April and he had a gun to her head. They told Mona not to do anything stupid, to put her hands up.<br><br>She did something stupid.<br><br>She won't talk about the mistake that got April killed, but Lupino put a bullet in her head and then one in Mona's eye. The trio left both for dead. April passed but Mona, driven by seething primal fury, managed to survive a gunshot to the head and crawled until she passed out. She awoke in the hospital missing an eye and, without spending much time in recovery, did another stupid thing; she ran away. Just like the orphanage all over again. She'd hurt April again and it was her fault. Again. What followed was a violent rampage that took place over the course of three days. She stalked and killed the wolf, pulled him bodily through a car window and did to the animal what he'd done to April. The bear was coked up when she caught him. He fought hard, but a long fall put him into premanent hibernation. The dragon caught wind of the hunter and tried to flee during the calamity created on Chinese New Year. Fireworks framed the sky as the dragon was consumed by fire on his own boat.<br><br>Just gang-on-gang violence. Nobody would look into it too hard.<br><br>At home, Mona picked up a pistol and put it to her head. She closed her eye. She put her finger on the trigger. Something stopped her. She couldn't. Wouldn't. What happened to April couldn't be allowed to happen again. Mona vowed to atone for the mistakes she'd made. She'd take her troubled life and turn it around. She cashed in favors with her dirty cop friends and soon became an official officer of the law. She rose through the ranks to homicide detective and these days she's got a decent career behind her. Most of the men at the station hate her with a passion, but that's alright, because one day a recruiter comes to pay her a visit. <br><br><strong>On/Offs:</strong> Non-Sexual<br><strong>Other:</strong> Additional Image (http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Mona4_zpsordzsxns.jpg), Theme: The Real Folk Blues (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYUk-ISUTcI)
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				Title: <strong>Re: November Cell character sheets.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>01-04-2016, 20:32:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/steph4.jpg)</div><strong>Player:</strong> MistressofPen<br><strong>Character Name: </strong> Stephanie Kane<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28 <br><strong>Sex: </strong> Female<br><strong>Place of Birth: </strong> San Jose, California, USA<br><strong>Former Occupation: </strong> Novelist.<br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; Outgoing.&nbsp; Seems possessed of too much energy at times.&nbsp; Healthy sense of humor. Strong sense of right and wrong.<br><strong>Physical Traits</strong>: Stephanie is 5’9” tall, has long, medium-brown hair and blue eyes.&nbsp; She is fit without being bulky/muscular.&nbsp; Attire of choice is casual.&nbsp; <br><strong>Skills:</strong> Air Force Basic Military Training (weapons, combat).&nbsp; Learned on her own: Can fly a plane.&nbsp; Hand-to-hand combat focused on disarming an attacker; defensive driving; research. Grew up riding horses, motorcycles, and off-road vehicles from quads to snowmobiles.<br><br><strong>Agent Profile:</strong> The year Stephanie started college, when she was 17, her parents took a second honeymoon and were two of the 75 victims of a terrorist attack in Spain. <br><br>She took a year off to try to deal with her loss.&nbsp; She researched terrorism and the particular cell who “claimed” the attack that took her parents’ lives.&nbsp; Back in school, she was more focused on her research and justice than her education.&nbsp; Feeling this wasn’t healthy, she decided to write it all out.&nbsp; In her sophomore year, her tribute to her parents was published.&nbsp; In the book were memories of her parents, interspersed with information she’d gathered about the terrorists.&nbsp; She wanted to do more, to seek justice, but was not sure how to go about it.&nbsp; Her education was suffering, so she looked for other options.<br><br>Stephanie enlisted in the Air Force and went through basic training.&nbsp; Stephanie got her airman’s coin and then, very, very, quietly she was requested to leave.&nbsp; No explanation was given.&nbsp; Try as she might, she could not get any information out of the company.&nbsp; All she learned was that it came from "higher up."&nbsp; She wondered if her writing and research might be the culprit; had she poked something she shouldn't?<br><br>With her agent asking for another book, Stephanie returned to writing.&nbsp; She decided to create a female spy somewhere between a Patricia Cornwell (cerebral) character and a Robert Ludlum (action) character. She wanted to be able to say that she could do anything that her character could do, so spent a lot of time in the gym to be fit and to learn how to fight, and elsewhere learning other skills.&nbsp; When one of her novels was turned into a movie, she met a “consultant” for the movie who was ex-CIA, ex-military, but currently a mystery.&nbsp; When she was recruited, she always thought it was because of this mystery man.<br><strong>On/Offs:</strong> https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=25149.msg978907#msg978907<br>&nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=25149.msg978907#msg978907)
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				Title: <strong>Re: November Cell character sheets.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>01-04-2016, 20:37:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/mDV66ep.jpg)</div><strong>Player:</strong>&nbsp; GnothiSeauton<br><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Oscar Valdez<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; Thirty seven<br><strong>Sex:</strong>&nbsp; Male<br><strong>Place of Birth:</strong>&nbsp; Northeast Pennsylvania<br><strong>Former Occupation:</strong>&nbsp; Wetwork.&nbsp; Hired Gun.<br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; Crass to a degree with off-hand remarks.&nbsp; Professional when it comes to a job.&nbsp; A bit of a slob in his personal space.&nbsp; Laid back and relaxed.<br><strong>Physical Traits:</strong>&nbsp; Six feet, one inch tall.&nbsp; Small collection of various tattoos upon his upper arms.&nbsp; Long dark hair and facial hair.&nbsp; Hazel eyes.&nbsp; <br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; General automotive knowledge.&nbsp; Proficient marksman.&nbsp; Fluent in a variety of major languages.&nbsp; Knowledgeable of various underworld and criminal connections.<br><strong>Agent Profile:</strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Born to a single mother who died in childbirth.&nbsp; Had a bit of a difficult upbringing, bouncing around various foster homes and orphanages.</li><li>Fell into a rough crowd at a young age.&nbsp; From there, he began to become acquainted with various criminal organizations and began to become involved within them.</li><li>From a low-level enforcer, soon became a reliable hitman for the Garcetti Family.</li><li>Started taking more freelance jobs with the power struggle that engulfed the Garcetti Family in the spring of 2007.&nbsp; Became connected with taking on various government contracts around this time.</li><li>Went “dark”, abandoning a job and falling off the radar in Shanghai, summer of 2011.&nbsp; Reasons unknown to authorities.</li><li>Tracked down and captured by U.S. Law enforcement, early 2013.</li><li>Incarcerated for national security concerns.&nbsp; Remained in solitary confinement until launch of November Cell initiative.&nbsp; Agreement reached, exchanging limited freedom for work.</li></ul><strong>On/Offs:</strong>&nbsp; Open to anything, except what is listed in my Off's (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=219072.0).
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				Title: <strong>Re: November Cell character sheets.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>01-04-2016, 22:53:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i64.tinypic.com/f34z09.jpg)</div><strong>Player:</strong> Lyndsey<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Evelyn Jane Rose<br><strong>Age:</strong> 29<br><strong>Sex:</strong> MtF preop Transsexual<br><strong>Place of Birth:</strong> Jersey City, New Jersey<br><strong>Former Occupation:</strong> ER Nurse<br><strong>Personality:</strong> Initially comes across as cold and aloof. Quick-witted and intelligent, Evelyn takes awhile to warm up to others but can be fiercely loyal to those she cares about<br><strong>Physical Traits</strong>: Evelyn stands at about 5'8' tall, with shoulder-length blonde hair and green doe eyes. Slightly broad-shouldered her frame would nevertheless be seen by most as unimposing. She has a scar several inches long running up her right forearm from a broken arm suffered in her teenage years. She possesses the lean, toned legs of a runner from a regular fitness regiment, and prefers comfort over form when it comes to attire. Mildly short-sighted, she either wears a pair of large-rimmed glasses or contacts.<br><strong>Skills:</strong> First aid and ER medicine training, Expert marksman, Proficient in Krav Mage, Limited knowledge of mechanical engineering and auto repair.<br><strong>Agent Profile:</strong> <br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Born Evan Rose, was raised by her father. Mother deceased 1993 in unsolved murder. Grew up helping out around her father's garage in Jersey city, possesses limited knowledge of mechanical engineering and vehicle repair.</li><li>Had difficulty fitting in during high school, a frequent visitor to the principal's office for various 'problem' behaviors, most commonly for fighting back against bullies.</li><li>Possesses a keen sense of right and wrong, strongly motivated by her mother's death to make a difference in the world. Proclivity towards rash decision making and reckless behavior. Slow to warm-up to strangers and prefers to keep her social circle small. Does not trust easily.</li><li>Possible capacity for undercover work, exhibits the capability to lie and keep her true feelings hidden from others. Adept at putting on a front. </li><li>Spurned several scholarship offers in favor of signing up with the military,trained as a combat medic but was never deployed. Top scores in marksmanship and proficient in Krav Maga. Untested in combat.</li><li>Found work as a nurse upon leaving the military, currently working in the emergency room of one of New York's busiest hospitals.</li><li>Sources indicate subject is unsatisfied with current career path, approved for Odyseey intiative.</li></ul><strong>On/Offs:</strong> https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=219712.0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=219712.0)
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				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 16:43:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/pQoCHLr8he0/maxresdefault.jpg)</div><strong>Player:</strong> Praxis<br><strong>Character Name:</strong>David Oestreicher<br><strong>Age:</strong>35<br><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br><strong>Place of Birth:</strong> Las Vegas, Nevada<br><strong>Former Occupation:</strong> Navy Seal - EOD (Explosive Ordnance) Operator - Significant exposure to black ops<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Patient, OCD regarding "everything in it's place" , burgeoning alcoholic , fuelled by guilt , seeking atonement<br><br><strong>Physical Traits</strong>: 6'3", 201 lbs.&nbsp; Sandy blonde hair and blue eyes.&nbsp; David has the physique of someone who trains daily covering both strength and cardiovascular areas.&nbsp; He also does yoga daily; aside from the physical benefits he finds it allows him to "keep it together".&nbsp; David has a series of scars from his time enlisted; all of which can be discovered over time should he be found in states of undress.&nbsp; One scar of note however is a "burn" on his upper left shoulder and partially onto his shoulder blade.&nbsp; It also reaches the left side of his neck and can be noticed when he wears a t-shirt.<br><br><strong>Skills:</strong> Explosives of all kinds involving creation, placement of, disarming and destroying.&nbsp; While not an actual engineer, he has trained through the military with both electrical and electronic engineers and is capable in the field, sidearm expertise, firearm expertise, hand to hand combat expertise. Some but not extensive exposure to tradecraft. Intermediate Level Spanish and French, Beginner Level Farsi<br><br><strong>Agent Profile:</strong> <br><br><hr><br>Mexico City had a sound all it's own.&nbsp; There was music...at least five entirely different songs by his count and people.&nbsp; Too many people.&nbsp; People yelling, talking, singing and even crying.&nbsp; Beneath all of that was the sound of people living...people moving about in a sprawling city where life didn't really seem to mean that much and beneath all of that; the sound of cars and trucks honking. It was constant.&nbsp; He wondered how people managed to even function in the chaos.&nbsp; He'd been on a number of missions; too many missions in too many third world countries and all of them were chaotic with chaotic drivers that seemed to use their horn as often as they drew breath...but none of it compared to Mexico City.&nbsp; The sound was maddening and he looked down at his empty beer; his fingers twitching momentarily as he struggled to keep from ordering a second from the skinny, but pretty waitress that couldn't have been more than sixteen.<br><br>"You hate it here."&nbsp; Carroll, his old senior officer smiled.&nbsp; The man was north of fifty years old and his body was not what it used to be but he was a good deal more than what his appearance might suggest to those with untrained eyes.&nbsp; It was easy to see where Carroll had gotten soft but where he hadn't softened was his pale blue eyes.&nbsp; Still hard.&nbsp; Still unyielding.&nbsp; Still capable of looking straight through you.&nbsp; They were eyes that could look at you, see you were tired; more than tired.&nbsp; A word had not been invented for the physical state that they would be left in at times so "tired" would have to suffice. So tired... and yet he could convince you that you were ready for another thirty-five kilometer slog through the jungle.&nbsp; Carroll had smiled when he had spoken but the smile didn't reach his eyes...&nbsp; Carroll was judging him even as he was judging Carroll.<br><br>He turned his head and the traffic moving past was caught in the reflection of his sunglasses as he offered his senior officer a smile that was forced.<br><br>"I hate it here." , he admitted.&nbsp; Carroll gave him a look as if the words he spoke caused the older man pain.&nbsp; Overacting as though he had been stabbed through the heart; mortally wounded...which elicited a small smile which was when Carroll lifted his hand, raising two fingers.<br><br>"Aw...c'mon David.&nbsp; I live like a king down here on money that would get me anywhere back home.&nbsp; The women are fantastic...as long as you make sure it's a woman and not a girl...and not a man...and if you use protection you won't catch something they don't even have a name for yet."&nbsp; Carroll gave an absolutely fantastic smile to the girl that delivered them two more beer and the man took both from the girl's tray, stopping to place one down in front of the both of them.&nbsp; "Listen...I didn't bring you here to sell you on the glory of Mexico.&nbsp; Clearly...you're not ready for it but I have something.&nbsp; Word has trickled out that there's something new being formed.&nbsp; Something very...off the books.&nbsp; You might be interested...&nbsp; Carroll left it hanging as he took a drink.<br><br>"So...they need a door-kicker?"&nbsp; Carroll gave him an amused smile as a response and took a long drink from the bottle of beer.&nbsp; The amber coloured beer danced around the of the bottle as he drank deeply and he let out a satisfied growl before placing the now half-full bottle down on the table with a resounding thud.&nbsp; His smile had not left his lips as he replied. <br><br>"You are a little bit more than a door-kicker David.&nbsp; That's like calling a tiger a house cat and that never works out well. " , both men shared a smile as they both knew how much shit Carroll was full of.&nbsp; <br><br>David looked down at the open beer in front of him.&nbsp; His nostrils flaring slightly as he breathed in the scent of it.&nbsp; His hands, resting palm down on either side of the bottle pressed a little harder to the table.&nbsp; "It tends to not work out well for the owner..." , David replied in a quiet, wry tone.<br><br>"It doesn't work out too well for the tiger either...", Carroll grinned.<br><br>David continued to look at his beer for a moment before looking up and catching Carroll giving him a look he had never seen before.&nbsp; Carroll looked...concerned.<br>The look was gone as quickly as it had appeared and Carroll took another drink and offered what seemed like a perfectly normal smile.&nbsp; "How are you doing with the drinking, David?"&nbsp; <br><br>David didn't grimace at the question, he knew it was coming and even with all the time it had been, he didn't want to look Carroll in the eye when he lied to the older man. David's sunglasses hid his eyes as he looked out at the maelstrom of traffic and a small smile...a smile full of lies was on his lips as he spoke.<br><br>"I'm good, C."<br><br>"Well of course you're good.&nbsp; I can see you're good.&nbsp; I didn't ask that though now did I?"<br><br>"I'm bravo zulu C.&nbsp; Who do I contact?"<br><br>"Come by tomorrow and I'll get you the information you need.<br><br>David nodded his head and gave his senior officer a smile that was more genuine and less deceptive.&nbsp; He slid the bottle of beer in front of him across the table and left it in front of Carroll.<br><br>"Thanks C.&nbsp; I...it will...the work will be good for me.&nbsp; I need it."&nbsp; Carroll smiled and nodded his head even as he finished off his first beer and then took a hold of the second that David had just given him.<br><br>"I know you do." , he replied in an affectionate tone before his eyes hardened.&nbsp; Only a little...so slight that most wouldn't notice but for David it was clear that his once senior officer had shifted gears entirely.&nbsp; "And David...two things.&nbsp; Do us proud operator..." David stood from where he had been seated and gave a short, sharp nod of his head in response before Carroll continued.&nbsp; "...and David...get a shave.&nbsp; You look like something out of a fuckin' videogame."<br><br>David laughed quietly a moment before looking away.&nbsp; His eyes falling on the nearby steady stream of honking cars, people and all of the chaos that simply seemed to roll out of them.&nbsp; &nbsp;Both men were quiet a moment, looking at the chaos arrayed before them and both pairs of eyes were clearly...seeing something else altogether.<br><br>"C?"<br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>"Yeah David?"<br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>"You think we'll be forgiven for what we did?"<br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>"I hope not. We sure as fuck don't deserve it."<br><br><hr><br><strong>On/Offs:</strong>Character reflects my own.&nbsp; I'm not complicated.&nbsp; Get in my ear if you think your character and mine will get that far.&nbsp; Let's just go with "dominant" to start.
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