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In response to
"What do you think someone named Roger Wicker does for a living?"
by
prayformojo
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*Roger Wicker strode down the street with purpose...
Posted by
Mel Profit (aka mel profit)
Jun 10 '16, 06:29
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dressed in a conservative dark blue suit with the subtlest of pinstripes. In his muscular hand he carried a deeply tanned briefcase, most people in his profession carried everything in nylon backpacks that made them look like graduate students. He liked the feel, heft of it in his hand...he also liked that it felt like a weapon if need be. But the section of Hong Kong which he lived in was safe...a mix of ex-pats, natives and tourists. He'd spent several years here as a boy...his father was in the diplomatic corp of the British Empire - read, working for a subdivision of MI6 (now SIS...more on that later).
In the lining of the briefcase is a small "dot"...barely the size of a pin head. Encoded on this dot is the entire schema for the 2 new Chinese stealth fighters. He'd seen the the summary and laughed as the Chinese had essentially copied the Americans who yet again, for all their budget and bloviating were criminally negligent in their security procedures. None the less - these details would allow the Americans to reverse engineer the reverse engineering of the Chinese.
Always aware of his surroundings...like a shark...his lean face and dark brown eyes (they match the briefcase) presenting a benign feral appearance...but like a predator he sensed everything around him. He knew who was around him within 20meters. His father taught him this. Little did Papa Wicker know that his son would become the British's most senior operational agent. His nickname was "James" after the most famous fictitious British agent of all time. But those that knew him as Roger knew him to be a lowly but snappily dressed financial advisor.
"James" sensed someone slithering in behind him. Whoever it was, they were good. Patient but he saw people stream by him as the person approaching, slightly off his right, moved them out of the way. His hand tensed around the briefcase handle, thankful he'd placed a small medal plate at its base. A silent weapon used for situations like this..."
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