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

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[b][color=wheat]Location:[/color][/b] The Playground - Meeting Room

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[color=wheat]”Of course, I’m all yours”[/color]

Conrad looked down as the Goose mulled around his feet, putting all kinds of ginger cat hair all over his beautiful Gucci slacks. This certainly wasn’t ideal. He looked up, listening to the woman speaking but was slightly distracted by the constant noises and movements coming from the little ginger tabby that was making a nuisances itself at his feet. God he really disliked cats. God’s purest messengers of death. Then again, as an agent he too was also an instrument of death. It was something he had to get used to fairly quickly and although he did, it isn’t something he’s terribly proud of.

Reaching into the bag by his feet, doing his best to avoid Goose, Conrad rummaged around through his designer clothes until he felt the cold grip of steel and a small smirked crossed his lips. The Walther PPK. It was not a standard issue firearm for a SHIELD field agent, it was in fact Conrad’s own licensed firearm. It was a small connection to his life before being recruited and it was also the closest he would ever get to being James Bond. He was a British spy after all. Whether he was going to have to use the gun at this point, Conrad didn’t know but he felt that it was better to be prepared than get caught unawares with your pants down and nothing in your mouth to bite down on.

[color=wheat]”So where do we start?”[/color][/center]