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[h1][color=09849f]Kwassi Asokho[/color][/h1]
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[color=09849f]Location:[/color] Outside Med-Bay
[color=09849f]Skills: Photographic Memory : 16[/color] 
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So far the plan seemed to be going off without a hitch. Kwassi saw his fellow operatives as he kept his pace behind Captain America on his left. He had black sunglasses folded into his coat pocket, a blue pocket square poking out from behind them as it was tucked inside of a black two piece suit. He followed along, keeping his eyes trained on his surroundings, looking for viable threats not only to the Super Soldier, but also to their mission. Luckily that was what his job was supposed to be at this moment, as he played the part of a Secret Service Agent, protecting Cap as they made their way towards the Oval Office.

Cap was doing his part, keeping conversation going while stalling them for time. Kwassi figured the team would be beginning to move into position soon, so he kept his facade up unperturbed by the time it was taking. He moved his way alongside Captain America. Stopping on the wall behind the chair that he had taken, noting the other two agents in the room with them. The Vice President and President exchanged a few words, and Kwassi wondered if there was some code embedded into the conversation. Unfortunately that wasn't his field of expertise, and he only hoped the other Agents in the room would be able to pick it up if it was. 

As he stood there, in the same stance all the Secret Service Agents were in, Kwassi couldn't help but run through things in his head. The Skrulls that had been captured were taken back to S.H.E.I.L.D. which had a Skrull Director. He wished they had access to them, just a couple vials of their blood to run tests and try to create a toxin that worked better than what he currently had at hand. His earlier fights with the Skrulls showed him their bodies were capable of adapting to the paralytic he'd created. But he couldn't make anything stick without more information on their genetics. His mind kept running through scenarios for when this ambush would happen. It would have to be quick, and it would have to be quiet. They couldn't alert the other security details about what was going on. That meant silencing The President, and his two Secret Service Agents all at the same time so that no one could radio for backup.