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You hear the notification go off on your phone about an email that was received.

"Please find attached file pertaining to person who was in pursuit of convoy. Thanks to the cameras that was installed in the city we were able to use facial recognition to discover identity, and you may want to stay wary of this one, all his previous handlers have described him as being very combustible, and advice such as, "Keep an iron fist above him like the old USSR and he'll behave. If he doesn't behave, eliminate him immediately. You don't want him as an enemy." Good luck."
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Name: Vladimir Fokov


Codename: Babushka


Age: 35


Gender: Male


Occupation: KGB Infiltration Specialist


Sierra / Recruitment Rank: Specialist


Gear: Wears a plate carrier and within is a set of D20 dice, lock pick set, small vial of liquid diazepam, silencers for weapons, tic-tacs
Tactical watch on left arm, NVG's are in the backpack.


Weapons: Colt 1911 with light attachment (secondary), M4-A1 with IR Laser attachment (primary), tactical kukri knife (melee)


Description: black haired, well built at 178 lbs, 6'2", Glasgow Grin scar

Character backstory: He was scooped up by the Mafia at the age of 11 and raised in the backstreets of Moscow to be an enforcer due to his volatile nature and tendency for acts of extreme violence against those that were made known as enemies. On his 21st birthday he walked into a local KGB Agent hangout and bargained his way into employment. Since then he has shown his talents in more than one discipline, but has opted to infiltrate targeted organizations. He loves Vodka and cheap cigars...

The vehicles start accelerating and begin evasive maneuvers to lose the moped loony and soon he starts drifting off into the distant traffic, your vehicles clearly much quicker than his. You keep on driving a few more minutes until you get the green light that the tail is gone. You backtrack a few blocks to try and locate him, and sure enough there he is standing next to the road with police behind him. You see he profusely explains with his hands like he was late for a flight or something in that line. He notices the vehicles and smiles once again before returning his attention to the officers.

Kate notices a moped behind the car swerving in and out of traffic as it seems to attempt catching up. The sight is quite comical as a bright red moped swerves across lanes whilst being piloted by what seems to be a mass of hair and beard wearing a typical harley pan helmet, floral pattern tracksuit and black boots.

She can't be sure, but Kate is almost certain that she can see a smile on this man's face as he gains on the car.

Hi all, my name is Piet from South-Africa, and I'm hoping to get this thread living and active again. This could become interesting, round of applause for @Kate_KW for the effort of putting it together...[BUMP]

Name: Gouge Klopper
Age: 35
Specialisation: Assault Rifles, Tactical Shotguns

Gear: Glock_17 with 3 magazines, M4 with 4 x 30 magazines, 2 x Flashbangs, 2 x Stingers, Personal First-Aid Kit, Lvl. II Armor, FAST Helmet, Tactical shades, radio on left shoulder (as per Sarge's orders!)

Description: 187lbs, 5'5", W, M, wears a beard because of medical condition regarding his skin and sun or something. It's a bs story, he had one of his Army Medic buds who became a doctor write him a letter.

Backstory: Before wearing the rank of Police Officer III, Lieutenant Klopper of 3rd Airborne was who I was.One punch was all it took for me to get my ass shipped back home quicker than a dead general, but to be honest, Captain Kendricks deserved it. After being discharged from the military things have changed, and not just my rank or my job. Firstly, finding a job was tedious at best with my military record and all, but I did eventually catch the attention of Sargent Ventallis, currently my commanding officer in the LAPD SWAT. Back then she wanted nothing more than to kick my ass and throw me in prison, or at times possibly a shallow grave. I can still recall it, "You better remove yourself from my presence, my city, my UNIVERSE. . . before I shoot you myself." Trust me, there's few people as professional as Sargent Ventallis, but she is one mean lady when you press buttons better left alone. That particular incident was after I got involved in some gun slingers down town who ended up waging a massive war because I allegedly did something to spark the tempers of a few men of violence. That was eight years ago. Seeing as she didn't shoot me that night I kinda owe her my life, so I enlisted in the academy and here I am.

She's earned the respect of the other officers, bled for it, made many others bleed for it, had others willingly bleed for it for her... I'm that latter case after taking a round for Sarge a few years back during a dope raid. I really think she's growing fond of me by now, my criminal days are something of the past...

*wakes up in the medical ward*
"Wait, where am I?" I think to myself as I swing my legs off of the bed and place my feet on the ground.
"Hello?!" I don't exactly shout, but my voice sounds loud compared to the silence around me. Somewhere in the distance I can hear the sound of people moving, now and then I can almost imagine I can hear somebody calling out
"Is there anybody here?" *looks down to see military fatigues being worn* "I must probably be in the army, or something. Where is my equipment then?"

I love the idea of roleplaying here.. The possibilities are endless..