About this user
Agent One
Name: Richard Reese
Height: 6'3''
Weight: 190 ilbs
Age: 30
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Occupation: Mercenary
Abilities:
Hand-to-hand combat
Weapon specialist
Great shape
Uses elements around him as weapons
Endurence
Agility
Strength
High Tolorance of pain
---Bio---
*A dark room. there being a wooden table. With two seats on both sides. There you see a man all dressed up. And a cop. Sitting across eachother, a light hanging from the ceiling, between them, the light shinning off the table*
"Richard Reese, mercenary. Am I right?"
Yes, indeed I am.
"You feel gulity?"
If I may ask...For what?
"For all the families you've destroyed, for every life you've taken away."
Huh, no, not at all...
"Don't you feel like you should?"
Yeah, I SHOULD...Key word: Should. But for some odd reason, I just...don't. Would you like to know why I kill?
"Yes, why I'm here."
Because I can.
"Huh. So you're a big time mercenary huh? Living off the dead people you've killed. We found the remainings of a man in your big house."
My house?
"Yeah, we got people there...Investigating."
Pleasent.
"Indeed...So you were thrown in her because of...?"
A man I was hired to kill...A man I was hired to kill. That's why I'm here.
"And who was the man you were aiming for?"
Can't say.
"Who!?"
Just a person.
"I'm gonna get an answer."
You'll get an answer. Soon. And you're gonna wish you never asked the question.
"Hmm. We also found a dead cop in your place. Big place."
Yeah, i make a good amount of money for this job. *Grins*
"Why're you so happy?"
For the present I left them once they reach the addict.
"What?"
I left them a present. Once they open that door up, the house will burn down, as there in it.
"You're bluffing."
Is that a chance your willing to take? Oh, and also, the reason I'm in this hell hole is because I was hired to...
"What do you mean?"
As in, the person I was hired to kill, well he's in the room with me...
"Theres nothing you can do to me..."
*My hand cuffs hit the floor. I stand up. And have an evil grin, ear to ear. Screams echo through the halls as I strangle him. A door opens, and I stand there, walking with blood dripping down my fist.*
Have a good day, officer...
Age
25
Country
United States
Occupation
Unknown
