Turmoil, uncertainty & fear formed the foundation of his upbringing - he was taught some things & learned much, much more.
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With wisdom beyond his years he'd rise as a shadow, his metamorphosis subtly underway.
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@idoliist - opposing state of being: Free of bruises & sweat, the young man approached. He maintained a distance, electing to not get within arms reach of Aoime.
"Ya got a broom closet or what, lady?" Alex asked with a quirked brow. "An' *please* tell me ya got bleach."
@idoliist Ever the observer, Alex preferred to watch from the sidelines before making a move. In this case, however, being a mere shadow wouldn't cut it - a thin smile is offered with lazily narrowed eyes.
"I'll lend ya a hand," he said evenly with a light shrug.
His was an -
Alex's gaze sweeps the commons within the Safehouse, lazily narrowing as a sigh came. Yet again there was no one here - he wasn't surprised though. The agency was.. busy, to say the least.
"Yeesh!" Alex exclaimed.
Arms rise above his head, digits intertwined as palms reach for the midnight sky; those same fingers crack immediately before limbs fall.
"Been out the game too long," he mused aloud lowly. "Achin' to get behind the trigger again.."
Alex has been issued a new assignment: Establish contact with [Reader], escort them to a local safehouse & await further orders.
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Alexander Vikram has made entry to the [Reader's] home country under a false name: Anthony Holland. He wore a pair of thick, black glasses -
- youthful features, an opened book on the table the focus of his attention. It was a book of scientific theory, explaining the wonders of the Universe; a topic that was easy to understand.
Alex would remain there, waiting for [Reader] to arrive & establish contact. -
Alex hadn't checked in with his support team in days - he was deep undercover & had infiltrated an arms syndicate based in Europe. They'd began to fear the worst, that his cover was blown; however, at midnight the team would be surprised.
A transmission finally came, yet --
-- there were no audible words - it was a series of radio keys delivering a message in Morse Code: Asset active. Mask perfect.
They'd not receive any other transmissions for another week, which was a request for emergency evacuation. Alex had abducted the Syndicate's --