You screwed up, big time, and it was going so well too.
One week ago
You got your assignment, and it was an easy one. To infiltrate the office of the president of the most prominent bank in Switzerland. And you did it, easily. You got in and out with such ease, you almost expected a trap to be sprung and you captured. But that didn't happen.
You recovered a list of clients to the bank, the bad guys who stored their money outside of jurisdiction and seizure from foreign governments. That list made up your next task, to eliminate those clients. Two being in Bern. The next on the list was back in the USA.
As you were tracking your target, it suddenly dawned on you that the name was familiar and once you got a look at the guy, you realized it was a former director of one of the Alphabet Agencies. You couldn't remember which though, you just know it wasn't yours. You finished your task with a .308 slug from 1,500 meters while he was swimming in his pool. And that's when the shit hit the fan. He wasn't supposed to be a target. He was simply moving to Switzerland at the end of the year and had transferred his money.
When you contacted your superiors confirming the kill, you found you were locked out. You passcodes weren't working. No one was answering your calls. You just got burned. Your bank accounts frozen, your house and vehicles seized, Anyone you knew pretends you don't exist. But you have backups the Agency doesn't know about. Or so you thought.
You make your way to the Arizona desert, to a small cabin you built years ago. A weapons safe, full of unregistered weapons, a few million dollars, and some rest. Being on the run from the government is tiring work.
You've been hiding out for a few days, seeing nothing. You finally start to relax a little. You head to the nearest town, a small podunk town, less than 100 people, but a gas station with supplies. You buy some stuff and head back. As you fill your small refrigerator, you feel something hard press into the back of your head and click of a hammer being drawn back.
And that's where we will begin.
Hi, I'm Ash and will be playing a female spy sent to clean up. And just who are you? I'm open to both males and females, but a detailed description will be required, everything, name, first and last, and age to height and weight, hair and eye color of your character. Someone a little younger, say 22-25 and not a super spy. No Sam Fishers here please. And if you get that reference, even better.
I however will be a super spy. You would have heard my name mentioned, and my exploits whispered in hushed tones. Things so extraordinary they border on the unreal and virtually impossible.
No rape, no underage, no bathroom stuff, no humiliation, no animals, no incest. If you want to stick your hand in me, ask first so I can no.
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