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Tom Hansen

"I'm a spy in training idiot"

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a character in “Killing Me Softly”, as played by VengefulCanary

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Full Name: Tom Hansen
Nickname: Tommy
Age:18

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Agent Number: Agent 68
Role: Young Spy
Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-Qh_Iyohfc , http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1mjlM_RnsVE , http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0dF6TvkcvU
Likes: Kicking Butt, Spying, Being a detective
Dislikes: Getting caught, getting beat up
Scars: One on his wrist from getting burnt by lasers earlier in his training
Tattoos/Piercings: Diamond earring in her right ear
Personality: Nice, quiet, protective of identity
History: Watch his parents crime and wanted to stop crime
Other: Has a crush on the angel and the spy's daughter

So begins...

Tom Hansen's Story

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Tom walked around the training building looking for something to do. He wondered where everybody was. "Hmmmmm We did everybody go?" ((sorry it's short I need something more to start off with))

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"You've grown up pretty well, Jonathan," Mrs Hamilton commented as she went to visit Jonathan while he was at work. She had been trying so hard to get in contact and reconnect with him since he returned into their lives, and he couldn't blame her, since she practically raised him since he was a baby and treated him exactly like how she treated Mason -- like her own. But he was rude, he really didn't want to get involved with her or any of the Hamilton Family, like he even shunned Mason when they saw each other at the grocery store. Mason was married, an Doctor and had two kids. Comparing that with himself, Jonathan knew his way of life was way different.
"Thank you, Mrs Hamilton," He replied as he continued looking through his computer, completely ignoring her presence. Calling her Mom was no longer allowed. "I think that there's not much new with me though, since you saw me a few days ago."
"I've heard about your latest target-"
"-Can we not talk about it?" Jonathan interrupted before she went further. The topic was soft, and it was a few days ago, on his Birthday, he was given a new name to target, and he asked why it was like that, but Mr Hamilton had only told him that it was something the Government wanted and for him not to debate the orders. It had been more than ten years since he last saw them, in that apartment, and walking away from them was the hardest part. Although from time to time, he would search up his Daughter and find out what she was up to, and at 15, she looked pretty good, as though her Mother had raised her well.
Mrs Hamilton merely nodded, brushing her black hair away from her face and tucked it back to behind her right ear. She flashed her white pearl earring as her lips pursed together, the wrinkles on her Fifty-Seven year old face were showing. "I will see you around," She sighed, knowing that she had failed to get through him again. Her hands dusted on her classy clothing, adjusting the white blouse she wore beneath her black jacket as she gave a light wave towards Jonathan, turned and walked away.

Once she walked away, Jonathan finally exhaled and stood up from his chair. One of the Agents, who had been listening from across the door, walked in and smiled at him. "Sheesh, Jay, care to be an even more of an asshole to the woman who practically raised you?" She sarcastically questioned him as she gave him a light jab on the arm. She was British, and after years working there, she still had the accent, despite being ridiculed about it for not practicing her American accent and failing to get the easy jobs located only in the States due to her accent. She then pointed towards the TV monitor and added, "Look, that kid assistant of yours is there."
"Oh, perfect," Jonathan smirked, he was a bit to rough house with the kid. He combed his fingers through his black hair, rummaging it about along the way as he brushed passed the female agent and headed towards the entrance way, taking the shortcut through the Cafeteria to the other end. He had scanned his finger print on a couple of security coded doors and he arrived at the training facility, where he saw his apprentice stand in the middle, looking confused. Jonathan crumbled up a piece of paper that he picked up with the training schedule and made it in shape of a ball, he gripped it tightly between his fingers before he threw it towards Tom, hitting the younger male straight on the back of his head. A chuckle escaped from his mouth as he wandered closer towards Tom and asked, "Aren't you meant to be meeting me in my office?"

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*looks at Johnathan* I'm sorry sir, it's today has been a tough and busy day for me, please do forgive do you have any time now." *waits for a reply and looks at his pda for his other meetings so he wouldn't forget them.

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The boy seemed to have panicked, he even went on to apologize and said, "I'm sorry sir, it's today has been a tough and busy day for me, please do forgive do you have any time now."
"Ah, doesn't matter kid, I don't need much from you today," Jonathan replied calmly as he rubbed the back of his head, rather unsure whether or not he should continue being a total jerk to the poor boy. He nibbled at his lower lip for a while before he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a triangular yellow envelope, the red string had been the only thing to have held the lid in place as he held it between two fingers. He tapped the other end of the envelope against the side of his face, trailing it up and down once and a while, thinking what he should say to the boy to make it sound a bit more... Nice. Jonathan's brown eyes eyed into the boy's own brown eyes as he instructed, "Alright, I want you to look into this target, there's two. And this one is your age. However, the thing is, I just want you to watch from afar, don't get involved or interact with this one. Got it?"
He handed the envelope into Tom's hand before he turned away and walked on. He didn't have anything else to do with the kid, that was all he wanted to say to him, and the target in that envelop was someone he actually didn't want to look into on his own.

There were two targets that were written in the note given to him by Mr Hamilton, and the fact that he didn't agree with who his new targets were, he decided to separate the job towards Tom and his ol' pal, Travis.

Wandering through the halls of the HQ, he greeted, waved, faked a smile here and there towards the other employees in the building. Although he wasn't exactly an employee there, Mr Hamilton requested he stayed in the HQ building to keep in touch, but Jonathan knew that it was under Mrs Hamilton's request that he were to stay there so she could visit him whenever she could. He pushed his hands into the pocket of his black pants, his boots stomping away against the marble floor as he reached a certain point. He took a turn and on the third door to the right, he saw the door ajar. His lips slightly parted as he sighed and he leaned against the door frame, his foot pushing the door wider as he saw the back of his ol' pal, Travis. The two had a great partnership, and the two were like Brothers, but heck, why the hell would he even have to say it when people saw it? Besides, admitting it would make him lose on the prideful battle.

"Hey, Cobra," Jonathan grunted a greeting out of him. "Got any leads?"