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Target File #3663

Call-sign: Grizzly

Name: Samson Raion Polyecho

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 240 Pounds

Strength Rating (1-10): 10

Speed Rating (1-10): 7

Intelligence Rating (1-10): 9

Danger Level (1-10): 10

Agents Cleared for Engagement: Natasha Romanoff, Call-sign Black-widow

Clint Barton, Call-sign Hawkeye

Priority Level: Alpha

Director Fury sighed, staring down at the file with his one good eye. Samson Polyecho or "Grizzly" as he's called was the riskiest adversary that SHEILD has been faced with since Natasha Romanoff.

Fury smirked at the thought of the red-headed assassin. He was incredulous when Barton had brought her in, but he was damn glad that Clint's little experiment had panned out.

He's snapped from his thoughts when surveillance footage from several sightings of Samson started rolling. Samson Raion Polyecho was a hit man, and a damn good one at that. Polyecho specialized in extraction and Loud Ops. In other words, he could raise hell and leave a lasting impression. It wasn't hard to see why either. Samson had a mane of wildly curly brown hair that hung down to his upper back when it wasn't put back into a loose pony-tail. On top of that, he had red and black polynesian tattoos down both arms, his chest, and down his ribs. Plus he made even Dwayne the Rock Johnson look like a twig. 240 pounds of pure strength and aggression.

Fury flipped the video to one of the Grizzly in action. He could see where he had earned the name. Not only was he large and imposing like the bear, he fought like one too. His preferred weapons being a pair of custom brass knuckles. The right pair had the standard raised metal bumps over the knuckles but the left pair was equipped with a wicked looking set of sharpened, curved claws that were about two inches long.

The director stared intently at the screen, studying the target's movements as he did when he was an agent. Polyecho fought with his own style. It was a mix of Aikido, Judo, Pugilism, and straight up brawling. What made him the most dangerous was his scrappiness in a fight and creativity in his planning. Fury's eyes widen when he watches him execute his favorite move. Polyecho swung his clawed left fist, burying it into the ribs of the nearest security guard. He then cranked his wrist upwards, raising the unfortunate man up a few inches off the ground before crashing his right fist into the mans temple, forming a deep indentation in the man's skull. He then turns his wrist back, releasing the hooks from the deadman's ribcage and letting him fall to a heap on the ground.

Fury flips the tape again, watching as he fires two .50 caliber pistols, one in each hand, with near flawless aim. The large caliber bullets easily tearing apart the SUV he was firing at. With a deep sigh, Fury closes the video and flips through the pages held in his tablet, finally settling on the known background of the man they call Grizzly.

Background: Born to a migrant worker family, his father from Samoa and his mother from Japan. Both parents were shot and killed when Polyecho was 6 years old. Moved from boys homes until age 11. Doesn't resurface in any public record until age 15. Minor crimes (Theft, disorderly conduct, assault) First hired at age 16, making hits on minor gang and mafia leaders. Number of hits grew to the current tally of 37 at age 19.

Fury shakes his head and leans back in his chair. Only two assassins owned a tally higher than that after such a short amount of time. Hawkeye and Black-widow. That's when an idea lights up Fury's mind. To this point, SHIELD has had a remarkable record of turning criminals into some of the most potent agents in the world. So what was the worst that could happen if SHIELD added a third face to Strike Team Delta?

"Maria, get me Coulson." He says quickly over the intercom. The Director runs a hand over his bald head, thoughts running wild, analyzing the possible outcomes of the decision he was about to make. Could Strike Team Delta function with another member? How would Clint and Natasha react to a third member?

"You rang Director?" Coulson asks casually, walking in and sitting in the chair across from him.

"How much do you know about Samson Polyecho?" the Director asks, sliding a copy of Samson's file across the desk towards Coulson.

The younger man shrugs, picking up the file. "They call him the Grizzly, looks more like a lion with that hair though. He fights hard and dirty, but has a hard time keeping things quiet. Also can break out of almost any prison given enough time. Why?"

"He's been making waves over on the west coast. Hell's Angels, Mongols, and the American Yakuza are all now looking for a new leader thanks to him. And thats just his free-lance work. Ever heard of the 'Sons of Samoa' gang? Well he has been their number one weapon for about two and half years. He's been credited with about 37 contracted kills so far, and thats just what we know about…" Fury pauses and looks up at his long-time friend, "And I believe it would be in the best interest of SHIELD if we brought him in. pair him up with Strike Team Delta."

Coulson's eyes widen a fraction of an inch but he says nothing for a minute as he mulls things over. "What makes you think he would fit in with Natasha and Clint? It's not like either of them are necessarily team players. From the way his file looks, neither is this guy."

Fury shrugs and clasps his hands in his lap, "Nobody thought Barton would fit in when you first dragged him in. Nobody thought that Romanoff would become one of us when Barton brought her in. Polyecho would be an asset to our organization and you know it. All I'm telling you to do is observe him. If you see the same thing that you saw in Barton, we can green light a capture mission. If not, we will send in Barton to finish him before he becomes an even bigger problem for us."

Coulson stares back at his boss's good eye, debating in his mind whether or not this was a wise decision. "Alright sir. When do I ship out?" Phil finally breaks, leaning back in his chair.

"Your plane leaves tomorrow at 0500 hours. You're dismissed Agent Coulson." Fury smirks as Phil makes his way from his office. Polyecho better be worth it. For not only Fury's sake, but his own as well.

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