Kenneth a regardé en arrière.
"Non, je ne crois pas. Je vous en prie, posez votre arme."
Le partenaire de Ken était manifestement expérimenté, et était venu préparé. Une chose pour laquelle il était généralement reconnaissant. Juste... pas maintenant.
« J'ai passé en revue les mémoires de la mission et j'ai fait une petite surveillance. Ça devrait être de retour demain matin."
Ken s'est levé et a regardé par la fenêtre. Paris, le joyau de l'Europe.
"Je préférerais que nous arrêtions nos adversaires avant qu'ils quittent la ville. L'enlèvement, le chantage ou la torture sont mes méthodes préférées."
Name: David Logan
Alias/Nicknames: Ocelot
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: David is an average-looking man. He is about six-feet one tall, muscular, black haired and has many scars all over his body, mostly due to special operations in South-East Asia.
Preferred weapons: Knives and handguns, particularly revolvers, but is also proficient in using other standard weaponry.
Preferred gear: LP player at his New York apartment, military gear (ODs and such)
Notable skills/talents: David is trained in survival techniques and military tactics. He is an experienced soldier, sharpshooter and medic. He also speaks fluent Russian.
History: Born into a middle-classed family in New York, David was raised in the very center of American wealth and high standard of living in 1942. But in the land of the free, the Logans, a family of entrepreneurs and importers fell into hard times in the 1950s. His father turned to alcoholism and died of stomach cancer in 1954 and his mother dying of pneumonia five years later in 1959.
Some time after graduating from high school in 1960, David joined the Army's paratroopers, serving in the 101st Division for a few years as an NCO. In 1963 a CIA agent took interest on David and offered him a transfer to the Agency's newly-founded special forces unit. After the induction to the Agency, David was drilled and trained to become a field operative for commando, behind-the-lines and guerrilla operations.