by The Kingpin » Sat Oct 25, 2008 6:36 pm
Drake and Mike walked into a small observation room, a large pane of glass seperating them from a massive training room, which was currently almost unoccupied, the only one present being the 20-looking blonde man from before, this time without his suit jacket, his waistcoat shown to be a dark cross between navy blue and purple, the light blue, black pinstriped shirt underneath having it's sleeves rolled up to his elbows. he had just finished practicing with a punching bag, and a board on the wall highlighted how many blows he had done and in what period of time he had done them. Hit count was 794 and the time period had been 5 minutes. "Not bad" said Drake as he watched. The man, seemingly oblivious of their presence, had run his hands through his hair to brush it out of his eyes, straightening his waistcoat and the gold coloured tie, before walking over to a table with a bottle of water on it, pouring himself a glass and digging into the suit jacket laying on the table, searching for something. "His name's Spencer Antoine LeCourbeau. at least, that's what his file says. he hates being called by his full name though. something about it not being his real name, not sure about the details. He came from France about 120 years ago. he's a good agent, but not someone we can use with the pressure on us lately. he gets the job done, but his temper tends to slow his progress at times. with the recent pressure on our branch, he's not really someone we can use for Solo missions. it's not that he's not good...he just...looses his cool occasionally, you know? causes more damage than he needs to at times" said Mike. Drake chuckled at the comment. there had been a time when Brimstone had said the same about him. Mike walked towards the door to the training room, Drake following. Spencer was now leaning against the table, a glass of water in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. "Hey Spence. Drake finally got conscious so i decided to bring him down" said Mike. Spencer opened his eyes and looked at Mike, then at Drake, a small smirk on his face. "nice to meet ya" said Spencer simply as he downed the last of the water, before continuing to smoke the cigarette. "Not a bad job on that punching bag. 794 hits in 5 minutes...one hell of a job for alot people" said Drake with a smirk, his arms crossed. "Eh...when i'm bored i try and top the other records here. but now i think i've just about got myself lined up for a shot at first place" said Spencer with a shrug. "This kind of tech came in quite a while after i left, so i never got the luxury of that kind of amusement" responded Drake. "Well then, maybe now's a good time to start" said Spencer. "Hey guys, while you take care of acquaintences, i'm gonna go check on Nyx, Thanatos and Diana. don't want them to come out wondering where you are" said Mike, interrupting. "Sure. just....be careful with Diana. i have a feeling something's up....she went into an insane Frenzy this morning and i had to restrain her" said Drake warningly. "Don't worry. if anything happens, i'll take care of it" said Mike with a smirk. Drake nodded, and Mike walked out, his hulking, labcoat wearing form exiting through the observation room door and into the darkness. "So, you gonna take a shot at it or what?" said Spencer with a smirk, Drake smirking as he took off the trenchcoat to lighten his weight, loosening up while Spencer went over to a small console, making a new entry with Drake's name in it...
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The Kingpin on Sat Oct 25, 2008 7:40 pm, edited 1 time in total.
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
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