Note: This is my first R6 fanfiction, welcome! I hope anyone reading enjoys. That being said, I published the character profile before this, so, if you want some "inside knowledge" on Kade Summers, go check that out. Other than that, enjoy!
Prologue
Kade Summers had always loved airports. He loved the amalgamation of all the different people and cultures that amassed in the massive space. He had a particularly fond
spot for Reagan National, as their food stalls had the most delectable cuisines; with plenty of variety too. What he did not love, however, was that it was currently winter time, and Reagan always kept their air conditioning on, no matter what, requiring him to remain snug in his peacoat and scarf, for which he couldn't completely complain. He sat in a private terminal by himself, a copy of Three Shrew Plays in his lap. His gray eyes scanned the pages at a rapid pace, occasionally pausing to push his glasses back up on his nose. There was a clacking sound approaching him, but he did not look up from his reading, if anything, he bent even further forward, seemingly taking in the text with all his being. He also had earbuds stuck in his ears, broadcasting a garbled sound of guitar and drums. Six stopped in front of him, holding a coffee out to him at eye level. He looked up and smiled, placing a bookmark in the book and taking the coffee. Six sat down next to him as he took out his headphones, "Kade Summers, a pleasure to meet you." she said. "Mm. Yes, Six was it? The pleasure, I do believe, is all mine." he said, taking a long sip of the coffee. "You've been briefed as to the reasoning of your recruitment, yes?" she asked. He nodded, "I also read up on all my comrades, you've assembled quite the team Miss Six. The variation of skills and backgrounds is simply terrific!" he said excitedly, making Six smile. "Hm. Interesting, seeing as though those documents are classified to the highest degree." she said. Kade shrugged, "Well, I am part of the CIA." he said. The two sat quietly, looking around the empty space in comfortable silence. "You know, the other operators may not like you." Six said. Kade chuckled, "Oh, I figured as much." he said, taking a cigarette out from his peacoat. He offered one to Six. She accepted. He lit her up. "Why do I not have access to your psychological profile, Kade?" she asked. He didn't answer at first, but just continued to look forward, something unreadable in his gray eyes. "I am many things, Six and one of them is a psychologist." Six smirked. "Without a license.". Kade laughed. She laughed. A man entered through an outside door, "We are ready for takeoff, Deputy Director." he said, saluting at attention. Six got up, Kade rose with her. "Are you ready, Professor?" she said. Kade picked up his trunk and umbrella, "Indubitably, madam." he said, bowing for extra effect. Kade Summers was going to England, albeit, not for the first time.