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Agent File:
Name: Joseph 'Halelquin' Marol
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Nationality: Void Templar
Appearance: Here (http://host.trivialbeing.org/up/normal_Joker_05.jpg)
Previous Missions:
19 assassinations
5 robberies
70 smuggling missions
Operational Habits: Very unorthodox, very uncontrolled and uncontrollable. Operates on a whim, often forsaking the mission bonus to fulfill and urge for chaos. Enjoys operating alone, and when he is deployed with other agents often goes his own way. Has been stated by numerous agents to be a true 'Agent of Chaos'. He uses what pay he gets to buy knives, his preferred weapon, food and guns, then burns the rest. He stated, when asked at enlistment why he had joined up, that he simply wishes to 'watch the world burn.'

IC: Marol sat in the agency lobby, one hand holding the remains of a cigarette, the other idly twirling a hunting knife. He was waiting for the arrival of Mr. Smith, the agency's mission briefer. Tinny jazz played from the speakers, echoing around the empty white room. The only things in this room were an old black leather sofa, a desk with a phone and a computer, with a blue office chair behind it. He was also awaiting the arrival of this missions partner, albeit without enthusiasm. He threw the knife up, caught it in midair then deftly brought it down and played five finger solitaire. He would work with this agent, yes. But he wouldn't make it easy.

Name:X'ai Tan
Gender: male
Age: 100
Nationality: dragonan
Appearance: Pretty old elesiarchal armor, black and blood red, with a black cape which is blood red on the inside. Has deep grey scales and a very scared face, subsequently his helmet is always closed.
Previous Missions: 67 assinations
12 govenment aproved assination in the dark knight legion
49 sabotage missions
Operational Habits: Tends to go in all guns blazeing, haveing little consern for his safety as he is truely mental. He is perfectly of thinking rationaly and indeed has killed his 67 targets mostly by stealth.

He was driven insane when a tank blast fused his helmet to his head. Even thoe he was sedated the pain of its removeal drove him mad and with his dark knight training he made explosives out of toothpaste, faelnirv and angel cake, breaking out of the institute he was traped in and has worked as an assain ever since.

There was a knock on the door of Marols office and, with out even waiting for a reply X'ai walked in "You are Marol?" he enquired, his wrist mounted laser powering up silently.

There was a knock on the door of Marols office and, with out even waiting for a reply X'ai walked in "You are Marol?" he enquired, his wrist mounted laser powering up silently.

Marol didn't look up and continued slamming te blade between his fingers.
"No weapons allowed in here. Turn off your shinebox." One of his eyes looked at X'ai, the other kept trained on the knife. "No, I'm his mother. Can't a lady clip coupons in peace? Who are you?"

"Im your partner. Forgive my entrance, I'd have used the window but the govenment would have shot me down."

"Im your partner. Forgive my entrance, I'd have used the window but the govenment would have shot me down."

"Aye, they would. I wish they had." He flicked the knife up with a finger, then balanced it, blade first, on top of his middle finger. "We're just waiting on Smithie now."

"Yea, he best be fast, I long for a hunt. Nice catch by the way" X'ai said as an after thaught, catchin two more on his talons in the same way as they shot out of his left gauntlet.

"Yea, he best be fast, I long for a hunt. Nice catch by the way" X'ai said as an after thaught, catchin two more on his talons in the same way as they shot out of his left gauntlet.

Marol laughed, then suddenly tossed his knife. It bounced off one of X'ais blades, then rebounded off the floor and knocked off another one. At the same time, he drew a bayonet and begun balancing that.

Wiith a flick of his wrist X'ai fired off two bursts from his laser, incinerateing the blades before they hit the ground "That wasn't nice" he said,, fliping onto one hand, kicking the bayonet to the floor while balancing on one hand before pushing himself forward of his hand and landing behind Marol on the head of the sofa. "Boo"

Wiith a flick of his wrist X'ai fired off two bursts from his laser, incinerateing the blades before they hit the ground "That wasn't nice" he said,, fliping onto one hand, kicking the bayonet to the floor while balancing on one hand before pushing himself forward of his hand and landing behind Marol on the head of the sofa. "Boo"

"Wow, I'm working with a goddamn ballerina. Lucky me." He stood up and kicked the sofa back, knocking X'ai over. At the same time, Mr. Smith coughed from the doorframe.
"Gentlemen, please. If you act like this on mission you will be executed." Mr. Smith was a frail man, who looked somewhere in his late 60's. He wore a plain black suit with a starched white tie. He sat down at the desk and pressed a button. A panel on the wall slid back to show a screen. It sprang to life, the crosshair emblem of the Agency spinning for a few seconds, before it swapped to a image from a UOV (Unmanned Orbital Vehicle). "This, gentlemen, is the Orath hotel in New Noirsolei. And this-" The screen swapped to an image of a Templar in his 30's wearing a black trenchcoat an olive drab DBU. "-is our target. His name is William Lago, a mercenary who was formally in the employ of the Templar government. He traded important secrets to the People's Liberation Force, a terrorist agency in Lonun. Now, he is currently in that hotel, under protection from the terrorists. You are to kill him. You will get a bonus if you can do so without damaging the hotel. You will be supplied with reservations for one day only. Kill him on that day, then leave the city. Any questions?"

"Yea, um... can I keep his head?" X'ai said inocently "and will transport be provided? The Shade can get us right up to the hotel with out being detected, I'd prefer useing her to some comercial carrier."

"Yea, um... can I keep his head?" X'ai said inocently "and will transport be provided? The Shade can get us right up to the hotel with out being detected, I'd prefer useing her to some comercial carrier."

"Yes, you may use your own methods of transport. And yes, you may keep his head."
"Screw your crappy little ship. I'll take the civvy liners."
"Meet there in 7 days. He leaves in eight. Good luck, gentlemen."

"Yes boss!" X'ai said, saluting quickly "Cya there Whitey" he said to Marol and dived out of the window casualy, gliding down to the pavement several floors bellow.

"Yes boss!" X'ai said, saluting quickly "Cya there Whitey" he said to Marol and dived out of the window casualy, gliding down to the pavement several floors bellow.

"Boss, can I kill him?"
"No, Marol."
"Not even just a little?"
"No Marol."
"Spoilsport." Marol slinked out of the office with his hands in his pockets.

Down on the street below, a number of Vindicators aimed their guns at X'ai.
"License and registration?" Marol passed by, flashing his Agency badge.
"Agents of Chaos, he's new here."
"Ah. Sorry Harlequin. You watch yourself mate." The vindicators wandered off, looking for people to hit.
"Yeah, best not to do that again Legnani." Marol walked over to the shuttle loading bay. "With all three of your handicaps, they'll just be looking to beat you down."

"Perhapse. But I'm still protected by international law, belive me I'd prefere insanum keep to enduring your face for all the months I shall work for Smith. Ill be waiting with faelnirv in the bar." X'ai said, turning and stepping into a dark ally and engageing his active cammo, no more than the black eyes of his helmet and a faint outline reamaing. with that he flew off towards the shipyards and his ship.

--- One Week Later ---
The streets of New Noirsolei were packed, the people smiling, a rare sight in the Void, walking through the main street, which was towered over by the great gold tower of the Orath Hotel. Four men stood in a standard A outside the double doors to the hotel, wearing ragtag jackets over red armor, marking them as Lonun Liberation Force terrorists/freedom fighters. Blasts from the constant artillery hitting the island were audible, but it was almost drowned out by the yells from the nearby market. Marol prowled through the stalls, hands in pockets with a face mask covering the lower half of his face.

X'ai as, aspromised waiting in the bar of the hotel, a glass of faelnirv in his hand and a cold look in his slate grey eyes. He was out of his armor and had resorted to cosmetics to conceal his scared face. Beneath his tunic he had a concealed vibro dagger and he had a laser pistol in his left boot.

He had chosen a seat facing the door of the bar and was the perfect picture of a dragonian tourist, apart from the twitch he developed when a yound girl started screaming because she wanted Dragon flavoured icecream but her mother would only let her get the LSD flavour, it was all he could to to refrain from stabing her in the neck with his glass. With a simple click of the fingers this was fixed as a Dratini asasin climbed on her back and pined her mouth shut with a safety pin, fadeing away in an instant.

Now then, wher ewas marole?

Marol slinked into the bar, stepping over the mutely screaming girl rolling around on the floor, and sat next to X'ai.
"I'll have an appletini please, my good commie." The bartender looked up and opened his mouth to say something, then saw the man who said it was showing the inside of his jacket, which contained a not insubstantial amount of grenades, the pins of which were all wired to his thumb. He simply nodded and poured him the drink. Marol took a sip, then looked over at X'ai. "What? Don't like appletinis?" He put the drink down. "Okay, so how are we going to do this? We got a good few guards outside that place, but I reckon that I could get a good shot from one of the buildiOH MY GOD!" He sprinted out of the room, heading back into the market. A few seconds later he came back, blowing bubbles from a pipe.

"I useually prefer to do all the killing, but i think since you got such a great pipe you can help, my one only contains marajuana. You could get a good shot from one of the buildings you say? But why risk trying to snipe him when he can move at any moment. I sugest you disguise your self as an onion seller and i will hide in your cart of onions. Once you reach his door tap the top of the cart twice to let me know to be ready, well readyer. then knock on the door and blow his face off when he opens it.

That my friend is a good plan. Imaginative with little chance of him dodgeing the shot, plus it has that slightly insane twist to it, the'll never suspect a thing!!"

"I useually prefer to do all the killing, but i think since you got such a great pipe you can help, my one only contains marajuana. You could get a good shot from one of the buildings you say? But why risk trying to snipe him when he can move at any moment. I sugest you disguise your self as an onion seller and i will hide in your cart of onions. Once you reach his door tap the top of the cart twice to let me know to be ready, well readyer. then knock on the door and blow his face off when he opens it.

That my friend is a good plan. Imaginative with little chance of him dodgeing the shot, plus it has that slightly insane twist to it, the'll never suspect a thing!!"

"Yes, or we could do this." There was a huge explosion outside, sending shockwaves throughout the street and sending Marol's appletini flying (which he deftly caught) and sending rubble everywhere. Marol stood up and walked out of the bar, stepping over corpses until he found the one he was looking for. He slipped a bell into the shirt pocket of William Lago, then frowned.
"He looks quite sad." He took out a knife, twirled it round once, then carved a smiley face into Lago's chest. "Better, wouldn't you agree?" He walked off, heading for a small fighter in the docking bays. "See you back at the office."