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[h1][color=#666699]Roman Carter[/color][/h1]
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[color=#666699]Location:[/color] The Triskelion
[color=#666699]Skills: N/A[/color] 
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So it was polygraph time? Every good agent's favorite time of the workday, he was certain. Nothing quite made one's day go from meh, to absolutely stellar like being grilled about stupid things while a machine that was only correct a fraction of the time tried to tell them if you were lying. But here he was, being the lucky agent who had to waste his time with this crap when he could have been doing literally anything that didn't involve being grilled about how he shot his lover by a very scary woman. His disdain certainly did show on the agent's face as they got set up, though thankfully he was able to hold his tongue on the whole stream of sarcasm that had crossed his mind at first. 

Then they placed the bracelet on him and suddenly everything felt heavy and stiff. A small curse left his lips from the... exceedingly uncomfortable feeling of his powers being nullified. Roman glared at the thing for a long few moments as if attempting to will it off of him. Eventually, he let out a long sigh before sitting back in his chair. [color=#666699]"Still wager I could get this thing off given some time. Either way."[/color] He said before pausing long enough that there would be a clean slate on the polygraph readings so they could establish a baseline. [color=#666699]"Agent Roman Carter, Born in London."[/color] He said calmly, just wishing for the damned debrief to be over already.