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"Would you like a drink sir?" The stewardess leaned over to the man dressed casually, and gestured towards the drinks cart.

"Just a whisky thanks." The man replied, taking the profered drink after a few moments. He glanced around the cabin before taking a sip - the first class cabin was luxurious, and all manner of rich people were arrayed in the seats around him. This was a luxury for him, generally flying buisness class. However this was important, and this was the only seat available.

He took a sip of his drink, and then reflected back on his call he got earlier that day. Around 11am he got a call from his usual contact, giving him the details of his next assignment. Unlike the usual contracts he got, this one was only a few days from when he got the call, rather than the usual fortnight or so, and so he had to quickly grab a taxi and get to the airport as soon as he was ready. This was the earliest flight available, and so he took it.

"Excuse me sir, theres a video here for you. Just place it into the slot beside you." The stewardess handed the man a small DVD, before walking away. The man slid it into the player, put the headphones on his head, before turning it on:

Good afternoon David. Your assignment this time is...


OOC: I would like at least one other nation to RP this with me. I would prefer the main antagonist to propose some sort of objective for David - along the lines of Mission: Impossible.

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"Would you like a drink sir?" The stewardess leaned over to the man dressed casually, and gestured towards the drinks cart. The man ordered a whiskey and it was swiftly despatched to him.

Joshua folded up his newspaper and stowed it under the seat, anticipating the stewardess' turn towards him. He licked his lips, a thirst had been building up for some time in the back of his throat. He took a glance out of the window, clouds obscuring his view of the Phoenixius countryside.

"Sir? Sir, would you like a drink, sir?"

"Ah, yes," Joshua turned and smiled, looking up at the woman from his seat and noting the pleasant curve of her uniform, most unlike what they got at home, he lamented, "rum, thankyou," he oozed.

"Certainly sir," she bent down to fetch the bottle, revealing the delight of her cleavage. Joshua stifled a grin. She poured him a glass with all the elegance a stewardess can manage. She smiled at him as she departed.

Not one to waste an opportunity, Joshua leant sideways as she left, watching her ass as it wobbled beautifully away from him. He sighed and leant back, sipping his drink. He grinned and noticed the man across the aisle looking in his direction.

The man had quickly glanced away but Joshua leant out with hand outstretched anyway, "Joshua P. Colven," he introduced himself.

The hand wasnt met. Joshua noticed then that the man was wearing headphones - obviously as a method of ignoring him and thus avoiding the conversation that would have ensued. Joshua shrugged and drained his glass.