Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190326124223/@comment-5543592-20190326204254

"If I remember correct, it was Tim and I who did most of the heavy lifting." Tanner's voice came from Duncan's back, as he joined the conversation, grinning. "Been awhile, guys."

"Because it is what she does." The special agent said simply, lowering his arms to his sides. "Shrike is not motivated by something as base as power or as common as greed.  Her whole life has been driven by purpose.  Until recently, that purpose was simply surviving, believing that by doing so she secured the safeguard of her brother, who she loved deeply.  That ended for her nine years ago, when her brother died, and her new purpose is killing those who leave big impacts on the world, believing such a person was responsible for her brother's death.  She has included you among her list of those marked for death."

As the ceiling spun above Shanks, a man stepped into view. He wore a clean, pressed black suit. He had slicked back dark hair and forgettable, lean features.

"Mr. Wain?"