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The world of espionage is a consistently revolving door of
agents all working behind the scenes to protect their country.
People come and people go everyday, and agents are taught
not to weep over them. However, recently a certain pattern of
disappearance has caught the attention of higher ups all across
the world: the top field teams from many different countries
suddenly drop off the grid while in the middle of a highly
dangerous missions leaving no trace, no trail, and unfinished
jobs. Now agencies across the world are assembling a team of their
top new recruits to recover the lost teams and finish what
they set out to do. Unfortunately the new team, while highly
skilled individuals, is assembled of agents who don't necessarily see
eye to eye, leaving only one question: Can they finish the mission
before they finish each other?

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-All characters please be over 20
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-An independent terrorist organization has surfaced with a
dangerously compact nuclear weapon design. They plan to use this
design to create and set off nuclear bombs in the capitols of nations
across the world. Obtaining the designs was the objective of the
previous top teams before they vanished, and this objective has been
passed onto the new recruits.

-The location of the designs is currently unknown, but intel believes
that there is a map that could lead to them. However, the map was
divided into four parts, which are being held in several locations
scattered across the globe. The current objective is to head to the
locations one by one and recover the parts of the map to find the
location of the designs and to hopefully recover the lost agents.

-The first of these locations is the Linderhof Palace in Germany. The
palace is being used for a charity gala in three days, which the
agents will attend in order to get inside access and to begin looking
for the first of the map pieces.

-We will be starting our RP three days before the gala

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Name-Rowena Arwell
Age-23
Gender-Female
Player-stargazer3000

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Name-Ruslan Ranskahov
Age-27
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Player- Chocolate

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Name-Alena Durov
Age-22
Gender-Female
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Name-Aidan James Braddock
Age-26
Gender-Male
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Name-Cassandra Archimedes
Age-24
Gender-Female
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Name-Hyun Shen
Age-24
Gender-Male
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xxxxxRowen let a quiet sigh fall from her lips as she ran her hands through her hair, scanning over the documents in her hand for what felt like the hundredth time that day. At this point, she practically had them memorized, but reading them again was a far better alternative then trying to talk with her traveling companions. A tense silence lingered over the hotel room but Roe felt no desire to break it, and instead returned to reading up on the other agents, trying to commit every detail to memory. Though she couldn't say for certain that she had never crossed paths with some of the other agents before [though many of those meetings were under questionable circumstances] Roe was ultimately unfamiliar with her new teammates, and even if she wasn't the biggest fan of their work or of the organizations that they represented, they were going to be working together, so like it or not, she needed too understand everything about them that she could. Even as she tried to stay focused Roe felt her mind start to drift, and before long the details of the day came rushing back to her.
xxxxxSimply put, Roe's day could only be described as...frustrating. For months she had been trying to track down the organization that she knew was responsible for the disappearance of The Agency's top team, and for months she had been turning up nothing but dead ends. Just a week ago she had picked up a new lead, and had been furiously trying to track down the man who she believed acted as a sort of messenger between the different branches of the criminal organization. Twelve hours ago, Roe had finally cornered him near a warehouse district by the New York docks, and was seconds away from intercepting him and taking him into custody. However, just before she could approach the messenger, her phone went off. Furiously, she whipped the phone out of her pocket, and snapped into it, "What? This had better be good." After a short pause, the voice of her director, Charles Harring, cooly responded, "Agent 004, I'm glad to see that I caught you at a good time. You're being reassigned. Report back to headquarters immediately, no negotiations. Agent 019 will take over from here" and before Roe could retort back, she was met with the sound of a dead line. Roe glanced around the docks, scanning for Agent 019, and upon recognizing him, had returned to HQ, fuming all the way about her assignment being taken away from her at the last minute. Minutes after returning to The Agency, Harring had tracked her down and ushered her into a black sedan. Once seated, he directed the driver to the airport before turning to Roe and laying out her mission in the simplest of terms, stating, "You'll be working with members from Russian, British, and Korean agencies to try and track down our missing field agents. You will meet them in Munich where you will all debrief and stay the night at the Hotel Koenigshof, then in the morning you will drive down towards the Linderhof Palace. The rest of the information on the mission and on your fellow agents is in the mission briefing."
xxxxxFrom there, her rush through the airport and to Germany was a bit of blur, and thanks to a luggage mishap, she arrived late to the Hotel Koenigshof. Roe quickly checked in and headed up to the assigned suite, and upon opening the door was met with the faces of her fellow agents, and what she could only describe as an oppressive silence [which she chalked up to past altercations; after all, none of the represented agencies were too chummy with each other]. Quietly Roe moved into the room and shut the door behind her, before nodding curtly at the other agents, taking a seat by the window, and turning her attention to her mission briefing. However, after trying, and failing, to read the briefing for the fifth time, she raised her eyes and shot a glance around the room, silently noting Two Brits, two Russians, a Korean, and an American. What a party this is going to be.

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» .. There was a tense feeling in the air, which was not surprising at all. Given the history between probably all of them, if not, at least their agencies, Aidan was highly doubtful this was going to work. No one seemed to be wanting to talk, which was perfectly fine with him. In his hand was a small pile of briefing documents, talking about the mission, and the other agents. Korea, Russia, Britain, and the States. Oh, yeah, this was going to be fun. Americans he didn't mind as much, other than the fact that they seemed to be a bit more rude and pushy about everything, like they knew everything and had it all worked out. Russians? Forget it. He's had too many close encounters with them in the past, and not a single one was friendly. As for the Korean, well, he had managed to avoid them for the most part, so for now, he would reserve judgement... As Aidan waited to see what was going to happen next, he couldn't help but wish he was back in London, working this project with agents from his own agency rather than agents from other agencies. At least the agents from his agency were trained like him and knew the protocol.
» .. If he had just been given another day or two, he could have tracked down that new lead he had gotten. Yes, like many of the agencies had done, he was one of the new recruits put on the project before they put this team together. He had gotten intel from the underworld of a possible messenger to follow, mainly just whispers, but enough for him to be able to follow. Given the time, he could have followed the lead and possibly made a step toward finding the team and, if he was lucky, maybe even the plans. But instead, right as he picked up on the location and was about to head out to intercept the man and bring him back for questioning, he was recalled. His mobile rang, and picking it up, he heard what seemed to be the voice of the head of his agency, which was odd. He told Aidan how he had done a great job so far, and because of it, was reassigned. Of course, this made absolutely no sense at all. If he had done such a great job so far, why couldn't he go all the way and finish it? However, as frustrated as he was, he knew better than to question authority, least of all, that of the director. Reluctantly, he returned to his quarters, where he found a pile of documents on his bed, all briefing documents detailing his new assignment. There was intel on the leads other agencies had uncovered, some of them quite similar to what he had found, and other information along with sheets on the other agents he would be working with.
» .. And so, after packing up his few belongings and spending an hour or two in the training room, taking out his frustration on a punching bag, he was jetted off to Germany. It wasn't a particularly long flight, unfortunately, and when he arrived, he was to go immediately to the Hotel Koenigshof, according his his assignment. After checking in, he grabbed his bag and made his way up to the directed suite. Inside, not everyone had arrived yet, but there seemed to be four of the other agents he was to work with. He could tell just by their styles and the way they stood which agency they were from. All they were missing was the American, or at least, that was until she arrived. Like all the others, she had no interest in socializing and went instead with burying her head in her briefing documents. Perhaps, hopefully, someone of authority would come in and at least tell them something to do rather than just leave them all here like this. For the time being, Aidan leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, his arms folded and his face tilted toward the ceiling, though he was still on high alert. It wasn't like he could really trust anybody else here.

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title ♘ agent 005
nationality ♘ russian
age ♘ 27
tags♘ everyone

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Ruslan dared not move a single finger or bat an eyelash; the atmosphere was so tense, he was sure that even the slightest movement would cause the strained air around all the agents to explode. And how unfortunate would that be, before they all got to know each other? He understood, to some point, that yes, this was extremely awkward and even he wasn't feeling totally like himself. It was just so strange to be near these other agents, it was as if their agencies had grouped together different predators, hoping that by throwing them all together they would learn how to get along. Undoubtedly if that happened in real life with real animals it wouldn't work out, but Ruslan believed that all persons present had the ability to think and rationalize, so he was quite willing to try and get along with the other agents but it didn't seem like anyone wanted to take the first step and so the uncomfortable apprehension in the room remained.

This was going to be so boring if they didn't at least try to talk to each other. He could see one agent looking over their mission briefing, but it didn't seem like they were all that focused. Another looked lost in thought, as if wondering just why this situation had to happen them. Ruslan honestly didn't care that he was on this case with these specific people, so there was tension between the countries, but he'd think that these trained professionals would be able to try and be just that, professional. Yeah, he wasn't feeling too professional himself, and some of the people in the room made him uncomfortable, but this reluctance emanating of of seeming everyone was driving him mad. Very well, if no one else will say the first word... Then I shall have to do it myself.

With that thought spurring him on, Ruslan moved just one finger out of it's paralyzed position and upon noting that, no, they weren't going to explode, he clapped his hands together with a loud slap. "Well!" Exclaiming in a thickly accented English, he jumped up from the chair he had been lounging in and looked around, hands on his hips. Now what did he say? Ruslan wasn't too sure, but then again, he hadn't planned it all through. "Would anyone like a drink? I think I spotted some drinks in the cooler over there, it would go great with a slice of the tension in this room don't you think?" Ruslan didn't speak to anyone in particular, sort of just scanning his gaze around the room, before his brown eyes landed on the rectangular shape of the cooler. "We'll all have a drink, I won't take no for an answer! Then we can settle, introduce ourselves. Those reports are always so cold and factual, nothing like conversation to really get to know one another, hmm?" With all that said, he moved towards the cooler, putting on a more confident facade than he was really feeling.

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So this...this was his 'team' for such a special and skill-reliant mission. As a new, yet top recruit in the Korean Special Forces Divsion, Hyun Shen was, obviously, the first pick whenever the mission details was sent out amongst the Intelligence Committee - locate the map pieces, and, hopefully, recover the lost and most-likely injured agents that had disappeared whenever the original mission went to all Hell. Although highly skilled, and trained sharper than the blades he uses as his signature weaponry, Hyun Shen had, and still has, his doubts about this entire thing. He had nothing personal against the others in the room - rather, in fact, he seemed to discharge a cool, collected, and professional air about him, unlike the nervousness that seemed to permeate the crisp - but, that meant nothing when you thought of one thing. Skill. He had no idea on the combat abilities, psychological aptitude, and general mental intelligence of the people around him. He was offered no files on their person, and when he asked his director, he was only met with silence, and then a blunt, and rather professional declination. How was he expected to cooperate, when there was no information to go off of? Was this a test? Was he supposed to gather intel on his teammates, when they were, in fact, supposed to gather intel on the enemies of the countries? ...Of course not. He was over-complicating things. Regardless, this would all be a rocky road to go on. Even the events coming up to this moment was rocky.

He was doing good, before all of this had begun. He could clearly remember the feeling of his silenced AMT Hardballer recoiling softly in his gloved grip, a soft ping echoing through his ears as the high-caliber .45 round flew through the drywall in front of him, clearly piercing the knee-caps of the two goons he had followed into the dilapidated warehouse. Before they could even react, he had twisted around the wall, razor-sharp blade cleanly unsheathing and slicing through the first goon's hand before he could reach for his shotgun. Another shot from the AMT, and the second goon's head was sprayed against the dark, grimy wall, and Hyun's polished shoes were pressing against the first goon's throat. That was his lead. He had been following these two for the past few weeks, as they ventured across South Korea. There was a reason for that;; they had been speaking of the missing operatives, like idiots, and had lead him all the way to Gwangju, where they were going to meet with a higher-up in their little criminal squad. They had information on the mission every agency was trying to figure out and solve. It was his shot...and his bluetooth earpiece rang silently within his ear canal, and he was hearing the voice of his director.

Now, he was stuck in this hotel room with other professional killers - spies, saboteurs, and liars. Hyun Shen was in the back of the room, near the quietly humming air conditioner, his eyes focused and cool as he polished the razor-sharp, steel blade of both of his professionally-made tantōs. Russia, Britain, and America...the agents in whom he was to plan and execute with. Field Agent 004, 005, and 006. He could taste, and smell, the tense atmosphere, but it was of no concern to him. The Korean was cool and completely at ease, although caution was still in his body, ready for him to spring up and slice and shoot open throats and heads if anyone pulled out a weapon in a threatening manner. He would work with them. For now. When the Russian, Agent 005, jumped up, speaking of the tenseness, and the alcohol cooler, Hyun merely glanced up, dark eyes focusing on the man. He seemed to have wanted to break the silence - not something Hyun would have preferred, but if they wanted to speak, then so be it.

"I'd prefer wine," Hyun spoke up, his voice speaking in a smooth, non-accented tone. It had taken a while of learning, but you could only detect a small amount of his original nativity. "Mae Hwa Su."

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xxxxxRowena flinched and looked up from the briefing that she held clenched in her hands as the gun-like clap sounded through the room, effectively bringing an end to the silence, almost making Roe breathe a sigh of relief. The silence had been getting a bit ridiculous, even if some of the agents had bones to pick with each other. The way she saw it, they would have to get other that sometime if they really were going to work together, and now was as good of a time as any. When Agent 005 asked if they were up for a drink, Roe let a soft groan fall from her lips as she slid out of her chair, moving silently over to join the Russian by the cooler. As she passed him, she shot a sharp smile in his direction before leaning over, opening the door, and pulling out a bottle containing an amber colored liquid which she quickly poured into one of the glasses that had been resting on top of the cooler. While she was wasn't much of a drinker, her day had been terribly long and [if the rocky start was anything to go by] it likely wasn't going to be getting better any time soon. With this thought in mind, she sipped on her drink, before turning to face Agent 007 who was brooding in the back of the room, and stating simply, "I'm afraid that they didn't have any wine. But might I suggest the brandy? While it's certainly not a wise idea to cool hard liquor, it does pair rather nicely with-" she paused and shot a glance over her shoulder to Ruslan, "a slice of the tension," Roe finished with a light smirk and raised eyebrows. Admittedly it wasn't her best line, but anything was better then the tension that had proceeded it, so she sipped once more on her drink, before continuing, "I'm Rowena Arwell, by the way. I'm sure that we've all done our homework on each other, but it doesn't really feel right for you to know my name without any sort of a formal introduction," she chatted, glancing around to room at all of her fellow agents. As she talked she turned back to the cooler, before finishing, "And if any one else is in the mood for a drink, I would really recommend it, because I have the feeling that we're going to be in for a very long night and Mr. Ranskahov here had had the first good idea I've heard all day."