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[center][h1][color=wheat]Conrad Wu[/color][/h1]

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[b][color=wheat]Location:[/color][/b] The Playground

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“The New Guy”

This certainly wouldn’t be the first time that Conrad Wu would be one of those. He has spent most of his childhood being the new boy. Hell he even made his bones in the police as the new blood in whatever gang he had been tasked with infiltrating. No this certainly wouldn’t be the first time for him but this time may certainly be the most pivotal.

He had heard whispers and rumours about the Barton unit from his compatriots at S.H.I.E.L.D. The members of this team were the truest of the true; the very essence of what it meant to be an agent of SHIELD. Everyone brought something to the team that would be useful in their fight for justice. Conrad was unsure why he himself had been recruited. He was a fair operational hand sure but his talent was in the long game, infiltration and intelligence. Hell he has spent the last few months in deep cover and was looking forward to a bit of rest before he got the call to report immediately to the Playground. He couldn’t lie, the place was nothing like he expected. Well, if he was perfectly honest Conrad actually didn’t know what he expected. If the organisation was struggling for funding, this place certainly didn’t show it.

The plan was never to save the world. It just so happened that all of Conrad’s talents and passions made it the easiest thing for him to turn his focus towards. If his parents had had their way, Agent Wu would be knee deep in history books teaching at some stuffy school like Eton or Oxford. That would never have been enough for him, Conrad craved more than that, much more. He craved adventure, fun, danger and everything in between. The world was a stage and he wanted to have a major part in that production; that was just something he couldn’t do sitting behind a desk.

Conrad was so entranced by his new surrounds that the velvety tones of Phil Collins - You Can’t Hurry Love playing in his earbuds was nothing short of background noise. [color=wheat]”Honey, I’m home”[/color] He muttered to himself as a pearly white grin crossed his handsome face. He did not know what the future held for him as part of this group, would he be accepted? Would he be liked? Would he die his first go round with these guys and prove to the world that all he’s good for his a smile and a lie? He didn’t know but he couldn’t wait to find out.[/center]