A/N: I'm on a holiday and left my notes at home for the Past and Future. I hope that this will help you somewhat so that you can wait until I'm back at home - which will be on wednesday on the latest. I'll update some of my stories then. Past and Future being one of them.

Tattoos

Tattoos, Scars and in some cases piercings were dangerous in my business.

Piercings could help us - gadgets could be used as piercings to the ears, lips, nose and numerous other places. Usually your enemies didn't strip you so down as to take off your piercings, they saw them only as a jewelry. Or in my case a rebellious teenager thing that they wanted no part of.

If however your enemy did catch you then your piercings could become the worst form of torture. Ears could be ripped open, same with nipples and other extremities. They could slowly , oh so slowly rip the piercing of your skin, at it would hurt worse than anything you could ever even think of.

Scars on the other hand were very common in my business. They were just something that told you that you had survived this or that. Nothing more, nothing less for you that is. To your enemies and even for your co-workers and rescuers they were something that identified you.

Me.. Well I had my fair share of scars. Whip marks on my back, few bullet wounds that had scarred rather badly, silver lines that told you the tale of someone who had gone a little bit too happy lucky on me with a knife. So many scars.

I had been branded two times. One time, I was on a mission to the south Africa. In there the local slavery ring had caught me and branded me in my left hip. It was an ugly scar that only told the tale that someone owed me. I didn't want to think about those times. They weren't my present any longer.

The second brand I had, was on my left shoulder blade. This symbolized ownership as well, but on a wholly different level. I allowed this one to be placed on me. Most people thought that it had been put on me involuntarily.

Tattoos on the other hand were even more dangerous. If you knew gang tattoos, organization tattoos, military tattoos and so on, you knew a lot about the people it was placed on.

I had two tattoos. First one I had on my left arm. It had a sword with yellow wings. A flag was over it that read: "Who dares Wins". It wasn't just my SAS tattoo. It was also my personal motto in a way.

Then the other tattoo.. Well, the brand on my shoulder blade could have been a dead give away, but because no one knew about the tattoo it wasn't. It was very hard to find. Only those who new where to look could have even a little chance at finding it.

It was behind my right ear, a very small silver scorpion. If someone had founded it.. Well I probably would have been dead now.. Not the best agent that MI6 had, nor the best sniper after Yassen Gregorovitch that SCORPIA had.

Living two lives was never easy.. But you got the best from both worlds, and it allowed you very much leeway.

AN: I hope that you liked it. R&R still doesn't mean Read and Run. It's Read and review. Do so. '

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