[center][color=8493ca][h1]Christian Blackwell[/h1]
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[Color=8493ca][Right][indent][indent]One year ago,
Madrid, Spain
3:00am[/indent][/indent][/right][/color]

The only light that shone throughout the large dark office was the light glow of the computer that sat on the desk in the middle of the room. Its glow lighting up the face of the light brown haired male that sat infront of it, his gloved fingers moving quietly on the keyboard as he searched through recent history, files, and blueprints until he found what he was looking for. Only to sigh and mutter curse words under his breath as the words flashed a crossed the screen. Security Level 3 access only, password required.

Christian put a memory card into the USB port and watched as couple of screens popped up, one of which a black screen with green words and numbers rolling through the possible passwords looking for the right one. Christian leaned back in the desk chair as he rubbed his eyes. This could take hours and it was really getting late. Or maybe not as the codes had been running only ten minutes before the dinging noise came. The password was written in and accepted, the screen was filled with the files popping up and were quickly downloaded within minutes.

This had to have been one of his easiest missions yet, despite the fact this building was always busy no one had even came near the office he was in. Getting into the building was easy, hell there hadn't even been anyone at the front desk. The hacking was easy, finding the files was easy. Christian couldn't help but frown at the screen, one click and all of the data he stole would be wiped clean, including any proof he had been here. One click. But the whole thing was to easy, and he couldn't help the gut feeling he was getting.

Clearing the delete button away, he leaned up starting to read the data he had just copied. [Color=8493ca]"What the fuck?"[/color]

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When Christian went black, he was labeled a double agent within a week after he was supposed to check in before their boss covered his ass. Chris didn't even have the chance to reach out to Amanda, or anyone for that matter for help, or to tell everyone what he found out. Luckily he had hacked the for files the agency years later and corrupted the information they had on his family members.

That had been a year ago, a year he spent looking over his shoulder continuously. A year sweeping everywhere he went for bugs. Changing aliases very month, if he kept them even that long. He went nowhere he didn't need to, never got comfortable in one place, and didn't eat only food he didn't make himself. Some could call him paranoid, and they'd be right! Amanda had taught him well, he knew what would happen if he wasn't. At least until he was sure that any spy that was chasing after him would have given up. He was a ghost by now. Right? 

Christian sighed as he sat back in the comfy couch, in his tiny apartment. Actually Matthew Wattson's apartment, it seemed like forever since he had heard the name Christian Blackwell. He didn't even hear his name on the news anymore, he was free of his past, other than the file drive that he still kept, the only thing in the world that still held the information that labelled their boss a double agent. Maybe now that he was safe he had a chance to clear his name. [Color=8493ca][I]Yeah....that's right Chris, you can finally breathe as you sit back and relax. Let's start the chase again. Dumbass.[/I][/color] He shook his head as he finished scolding himself in his head, lifting the glass that still held a little bit of liquor to his lips and swallowing the last of it. [Color=8493ca]"I never used to drink before this shit."[/color] He muttered to himself before sitting the glass down on the table beside him as he flipped through the channels on the television. 

Only finding stupid reality shows and crappy spy movies that didn't even come close to the truth behind the job. [Color=8493ca]"No wonder people thing that all spies are body builders or chauvinistic pricks."[/color] He said as he turned the television off and grabbed the liquor bottle and poured himself another glass. [Color=8493ca]"You drop half those guys in the dessert they'd thirst to death."[/color] He added to his rant with a laugh as he stood up from his couch grabbing his drink and heading towards his bedroom. Sleep sounding a lot better than sitting around talking to himself.