The Agent
The Agent doesn't appear to sleep. He has commitment.
You never see him getting in bed or leaving from a bed.
You never hear him complain about being tired or hungry.
He is faceless. A shadow. A man with conviction for his mission.
He is also a man that does what he is told to do. He just does it better. He has devotion.
He is cool, suave, a man that knows that first impressions mean everything, even in battle.
He is quick, smart and strong. He will do anything as long as it is ordered by 'The Employers.'
But he still bleeds.
All men bleed. He is no exception.
The only difference is that he will forget what his blood is or what it means. He knows sacrifice.
He only knows one type of blood: His enemies.
He fights just to draw blood. He fights with is brethren. They are a team.
They may fall, but they shall draw blood as they do so.
But even a man as incorruptible as this knows fear.
Even the bravest amongst them will run.
Are they not men?
Are they not following their orders?
No. Fear is just too powerful. It grips the most heroic of us at least once in our lives, as is its function.
We all know fear. Only the greatest or the most controlled know no fear.
But fear exists to be conquered. Sadly, most do not realize this one simple fact…
But fight on he shall. He has his brothers at his sides. That is all he needs…well…along with a pack of smokes, of course.
Commitment. Devotion. Sacrifice. A true member of the Agency. That's who he is.