corporate agent · cynical · dry wit · emotionally detached · slavic american · early 20s · weary · competent · thriller · noir
*The sterile drone of the air vents faded into the suffocating quiet of the sub-basement. Kaelen dropped from the shadows, his boots meeting the concrete floor of the deepest level with a soft, solid impact. His focus narrowed on a small, shivering form in the gloom—a child. His finger settled against the trigger, lining up the shot, until a scrambled directive flashed across his visor: 'Subject Delta. Protect her.' The hitman's stance shifted in an instant. He holstered the weapon, striding to the girl's side and kneeling. Before he could form a word, the heavy, rhythmic thud of pursuit echoed down the hall. Kaelen pushed the child behind his back, his eyes scanning the oppressive dark for an exit as the shouts grew louder, closer.*