"Now here we are. Two men, two countries and no recourse." The Man somberly spoke while meticulously loading the 9mm in his hands. The Man stood up and searched his surroundings peering for something. A small hotel room, one bed and a flickering light in the corner on a desk was before him. "I know you loved me, I know you trusted me." The Man took the bible out of the small nightstand near the bed and began to read. "And there was war in heaven." He said then as to pause for thought, placing his gun on the nightstand staring at the man bound by rope to a chair. "Michael and his angels fought against the dragon And the dragon fought, and his angels And prevailed not neither was their place found any more in heaven and the great dragon was cast out that old serpent called the Devil and Satan which deceiveth the whole world He was cast out into the earth and his angels were cast out with him." As the last word was spoken a silenced round was sent through the bound mans head.
The Man stood up and grabbed a cloth handkerchief out of his breast pocket. Cleaning the gun thoroughly he marked the handle with the bound mans prints afterwords. After hours of specialized cleaning and staging he took one more moment to look at what he had done. Once more he opened up the bible and stared upon the bloody mess he had made. "The night is almost gone, and the day is near. Therefore let us lay aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light." His voice left him like a mist on the early morning.
The Man made it out of the hotel room and into a car and sat quietly for a few moments. His hand went for a phone in the breast pocket of his suit. "The deed is done and no more suspicion should be upon me." He said as he stared at his watch. 11:50 PM glared in his eyes. "Thank you agent, the mission continues, Alpha Alpha Foxtrot Bravo is still a plan. Continued progress is rewarded." The voice hummed at him while he closed the phone and placed it back into his breast pocket. As he started the vehicle the soft hummer of the cars engine filled his ears. Beyond the car there was silence in the parking lot. The deep darkness of midnight soaked his car as he drove off.
So, I've been working on this story for awhile and have bounced it around for a bit. I'd really like to make an awesome RP on this premise. A character who has to kill his for his government with little remorse. He is a religious man yet he murders without remorse. The irony of which he does notice. Governments can be malleable time periods etc. Though I do think the cold war is ripe for such things. I think some great positions could be maybe another rival spy trying to find him out or a person he works with closely slowly growing suspicious of this person. I'd love critiques of any kind and some feedback. It has been awhile since I've done any kind of RP so just let me know open to criticism.
The Man stood up and grabbed a cloth handkerchief out of his breast pocket. Cleaning the gun thoroughly he marked the handle with the bound mans prints afterwords. After hours of specialized cleaning and staging he took one more moment to look at what he had done. Once more he opened up the bible and stared upon the bloody mess he had made. "The night is almost gone, and the day is near. Therefore let us lay aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light." His voice left him like a mist on the early morning.
The Man made it out of the hotel room and into a car and sat quietly for a few moments. His hand went for a phone in the breast pocket of his suit. "The deed is done and no more suspicion should be upon me." He said as he stared at his watch. 11:50 PM glared in his eyes. "Thank you agent, the mission continues, Alpha Alpha Foxtrot Bravo is still a plan. Continued progress is rewarded." The voice hummed at him while he closed the phone and placed it back into his breast pocket. As he started the vehicle the soft hummer of the cars engine filled his ears. Beyond the car there was silence in the parking lot. The deep darkness of midnight soaked his car as he drove off.
So, I've been working on this story for awhile and have bounced it around for a bit. I'd really like to make an awesome RP on this premise. A character who has to kill his for his government with little remorse. He is a religious man yet he murders without remorse. The irony of which he does notice. Governments can be malleable time periods etc. Though I do think the cold war is ripe for such things. I think some great positions could be maybe another rival spy trying to find him out or a person he works with closely slowly growing suspicious of this person. I'd love critiques of any kind and some feedback. It has been awhile since I've done any kind of RP so just let me know open to criticism.