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The Operative, then called Caleb Andrews, was feeling very wary today. Almost like that dream, or premonition or envision or trepidation you had when you felt something bad was going to happen. He didn't know what it was, whatever it was, but it unsettled him before many a days and because of the wretched instincts he's had, he's been on his tiptoes, walking on eggshells, to make sure that he didn't make a single wrong step or put his guard down. Whatever it was, it was going to happen, but he wanted to make sure that he was ready for it, and wanted to make sure that whatever it was, he knew it was coming for him. Feelings such as these, the feelings of upcoming danger, feelings of happiness and feelings that something had happened, they were something that he trusted and something that he took to heart. Which is why he was extremely precise on declining the order he received to appear in front of the Admiral Jiang of The Cronus.

But the white, pale servant kept persisting, rapping on the outside of his door and yelling madly into his room about the Admiral's request, saying something about being "important" and "urgent", until the operative finally grabbed his laser gun and almost shot the poor thing, whom was still tapping on his door violently, seeming absolutely oblivious of what was happening on the opposite side of the door, into oblivion right through the other side of the door. But, along with several other things, the academy he attended when he was smaller taught him to control his feelings, which is why most people who survived one of his jobs saw him as a cold-hearted killer who didn't care for anyone else but himself. Not that there were any survivors from his former jobs. But, part of that was true, he was a selfish bastard, but he believed in what he did. And that was enough for him to keep going on with the job that he had.

And so, putting his gun away back into it's hilt and yelling at the servant that he got the hint already, he hastily dressed from his nightwear and exited the room, wearing the typical Alliance uniform that he only wore when he thought he was given an assignment. He hadn't really bothered to take a shower, since he'd done it yesterday night, somehow knowing that he'd be too busy in the morning of today to take the time to make himself clean. God, did he hate always being right (and of course, there are times where he loved to be always right.) Normally, he'd crash after a day's job, but with the detail that happened yesterday, finally tracking down someone he's been looking for ages and finally ending the poor hwin dan's life, he felt he needed to celebrate, after all, the man offended the Alliance to the point where the unification government thought he should be ended. He was far better off dead, anyway, because then he'd have to suffer the consequences the Alliance had in store for him. The champagne he popped with a woman (or a whore, really) kept them up all night. He looked back at the bed, shrugging on his pants, and realized that the gorgeous blonde, woman with the typical bimbo look, was gone. He couldn't help but feel disappointed, but he couldn't blame her, he did tell her that he might have had to leave really early today, it was typical that she wouldn't stay, especially a woman that gorgeous...her blue book was probably all filled up with names that she can't even remember.

But he remembered she remembered his. His name wasn't hard to forget, 'operative' was all anyone needed to know about him, it was all they needed to know him. It was, perhaps, by far the easiest thing to understand about him. In fact, he wasn't hard to forget at all. He was the only operative located on this alliance cruiser, and operatives had a reason not to be forgotten. Their jobs were specified specifically to people, if he walked down the street of a Core planet, everyone would know what and who he was. He was 'The Operative' and they knew to stay out of his way, as they know he will kill anyone who stands in or out of his way. A reputation among those who hire operatives quickly caught up to him and he lived to the reputation. "No Mercy", that was his motto and he lived by it, just as the motto had been drilled in him when he attended the academy.

He exited the room with a brisk step, punching in the numbers that closed the sliding door and locked it. Since given the room, the Operative was the only one who knew that access code, and it was so protected that it couldn't be hacked into. Not that it made a difference if someone managed, he was good at tracking down people, and he'd track down this person to put a bullet through, regardless if he were innocent or not, regardless if it was a job or not. He had an authorization to kill, a license that allowed him full access to anything, a personality to match and a rank above many others; he was truly unstoppable, he was truly invincible. He reached the padlocked doors that went to the main of the ship and punched in the number, not bothering to push the intercom button to ask for access to the room, he was an operative, he had access to every inch of this ship. He walked briskly, adjusting his uniform to make it a little more comfortable that it really was and stopped in front of the admiral, clearing his voice loudly to catch his attention before he spoke, "Admiral Jiang."

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hwin dan - 'asshole'

The Operative, then called Caleb Andrews, was very intuitive, perhaps not as much as some people out there, but there was a fine line that he could cross in order to understand someone's feelings just from even a glance of looking at their face, whereas other people did not have the capability and could not cross that line. He had been trained endlessly to use these abilities to his best knowledge and to his best advantage, and now, as he saw the straightforward and heavy face that was plastered on Admiral Jiang's face and screamed his need to do everything militaristic, The Operative found no advantages in using the Admiral's annoyance this his best knowledge. But the thing that the Operative couldn't tell was if Jiang's annoyance was caused from the Operative's own lack of wanting to participate since arriving on the Alliance cruiser, or if it was something else that, perhaps, hadn't even involved the Operative's being. Not that it mattered; the Admiral's feelings were far from the Operative's care, but the Operative did like to make a game of seeing if he was right whenever he made a conclusion about someone. He'd prided himself whenever he was correct. The militaristic part of Jiang's face, how he wanted everything by the book and would not allow rule breaking, was fascinating to the Operative. The Operative did what he needed in order to do his job for the Alliance, which included rule breaking, but he wasn't going to mention the fact that rules did not stand for the Operative, though he had to make sure that he was not caught doing something illegal. There was always that sane 'it's not illegal if you're not caught'. Rules had no place in the Operative's heart, what mattered was the job and if that include breaking the rules (which it did, often) then that included breaking the rules. There was no care for the rules that were written and unwritten. Which is particularly why he didn't think that the Admiral and himself would get along quite well. Not that it mattered again, his concerns of the well-being of the Admiral were less than nothing, all the Operative had to worry about was getting the job finished, and getting it done in the amount of time that he had, which, he suspected, wasn't very much. But he was the best—or at least, one of the best—in the business, and he'd find some way of getting the mission done, because if he didn't, then he'd die and that was not so appealing to the Operative as it might have to other people.

He gave a faint smile, almost a mocking grin, to the Admiral as he absently smoothed his uniform, sliding his hands over the tough cloth and realizing that it wouldn't really matter even if he tried to make himself a little more presentable to Jiang. He gave an inward deep sigh and made a mental note to remember to iron the uniform when he returned to his quarters. The seat that was offered to him almost seemed suspicious and it made him hesitate before taking it, wondering with awe at the fact that he doubted an Alliance official's generous motion, he'd been a supporter of the Alliance before he was even born, why would he put such doubt in the man who represented the Alliance in a high ranking superior? He shook his head, cleared his head, now was not the time to think such absurd things, he had to focus entirely on the mission at hand. He'd be lucky to even receive one after a month of having no job to conquer after the last one he got his hands on. He was still and quiet waiting for the Admiral to upload the data that he needed in order to do the mission, the only indication that the Operative could even see Admiral Jiang was the slight nod that he gave the Alliance superior when he offered the Operative a seat, which he took, after a moment's hesitant. It was here, as he graciously sat down on the comfortable chair, that he noticed the Asian looking princess behind the glass door studying him and taking him in. She was stunning, her body was curved to match any man's fantasy, her skin was delicate and fine, her long, silky hair shone in the bright lights and she was drinking some tea that was steaming from the top. The Operative held her gaze for a moment before nodding to her, and giving her a small smile that he only reserved for the women who he thought were interesting then returned to the Admiral when he spoke to the Operative.

"I am uploading the information I have from the ship's recorders. It is not much, but I believe it will aid you further in your new mission. The Alliance wants this man brought in."

The Operative extended his hand to catch the file that was given to him by Jiang, saying nothing to him. In truth, the Operative was a higher rank than Admiral Jiang; the only person who was higher than an Operative was the Corporal (the Admirals believed that they were the second highest rank, when in reality, they were the third.) Of course, not many knew about this; the Operative rank was supposed to be secret, especially since the rank was newly developed. Even most of the Alliance officials did not know about this rank, only a few whom were lucky were allowed to know it existed, and those who did know thought the Operative was a rank lower than the Admiral. This explained why the Operative had the access code to the Admiral's personal room, as Jiang hadn't given him the code beforehand when he arrived late afternoon. He gave a glance towards the Admiral and then stole one from his Companion, then focused his eyes on the file. "Malcolm Reynolds, captain of Serenity, Firefly class transport..." his voice trailed as he skimmed it, realizing that the Captain had fought in the war, he was stationed as Sergeant at the Battle of Serenity Valley. At this thought, he gave a small snort, wondering as to why the man had named his ship after a battle that he had lost. But, once more, that didn't matter, what mattered was that the Alliance wanted him, and The Operative was going to bring him in. He gave a deep breath, and nodded, confirming what he had to do and went through the steps of figuring how he was going to track this man. He was last seen on the icy planet St. Albans, but he had a ship, he could really be just about anywhere now. Another heavy sigh, it was going to be a long night for the Operative. He looked up back at the Admiral and asked, "Why? Why bring him in? You want him alive, I suppose?"

"My companion, Lin Yao. She is lovely, is she not?"

"Indeed she is," he said, giving a satisfied nod (almost at a mock movement) at the Admiral, his eyes locked on the Admiral's, though he was fully aware of the Companion's stare. His voice was firm and proud when he spoke to the Admiral, he was not going to let the Admiral Jiang's curt tone and professional gaze penetrate him, after all, he was stronger in will than the Admiral (he would like to think that he was stronger than the Admiral in strength and fighting, but he honestly couldn’t be sure on the truth of that.) It was another one of those training chapters that he had been taught in while attending the program, also another important study that the school had molded into his brain. Never show your true feelings and use your ability to act to your advantage. It was so plastered into his mind that it was almost as if it were a motto, instead of a rule. Although, he had never found it difficult to hide his emotions and feelings; in fact, hiding them had almost become a habit since he was a child, they just happened almost immediately without him even trying. It just happened on it's own, which was to his great advantage. To take that skill and make it an advantage was the hard part. Half of that was using the acting skills of hiding your own emotions, thoughts and feelings and using the ability to hide them to bring forth emotions, feelings and thoughts that are not real. The second half of that still was to understand and know the opponent's emotions, feelings and thoughts and to use that knowledge to your benefit. Otherwise the entire thing was not worth even trying. Which is precisely why he hadn't tried this technique on Admiral Jiang. No, the man was far too uptight to let his feelings or thoughts show, he had to come up with another way in order to make the man speak. But as he thought about this, he realized that there was no reason to why he had to break the man down. If he were going to do it, he'd only do it for his pleasure (and perhaps his Companions, who also moved with such a grace as arrogance.) But to humiliate a man of that posture and standard would be a sin upon the first meeting. Perhaps, he should save the Admiral Jiang for a different time and place.

A smile formed upon the Operative's lips, one that was sarcastic and yet mocking at the same time. His proud posture had shown both in sitting and standing as his back was completely straight, his neck long and his head held high. He was not snobby, but he showed of great power and strength. He had completely forgotten to tame his jet-black mop of hair upon his head with a comb this morning when the attended required the presence of the operative to the Admiral's quarters. But, although unsophisticated and messy, it made him look incredibly good as his chocolate brown eyes showed of pride and mock (just as his smile had.) If looked upon carefully, the Operative's looks seemed to carefully match the personality he held. His blue uniform was itch over his body, which was unusual, since that the suit was actually usually very comfortable and he could move easily through them. But that didn't matter to the operative much, if he continued to keep refraining from scratching where it itched, the moment would soon pass. His shoes were not shined and he made anther mental note to himself to shine them before he left the Alliance cruiser as well as iron his uniform. And through all this messiness and dirty, the operative still stood strong and tall, his presence left almost anyone else in a feeling of weakness or a lower stature. He still held his head high, his ego far too big in order to let it slide down, he'd keep his arrogance and ego up, no matter what he did, what he looked like or what other thought about himself. And his ego was so big that he seemed to fail to realize that this arrogance and ego was the one personality flaw in him and there were many of times where the hero of a book, movie, or story would fall simply because of the arrogance that he or she held. He was too prideful to let himself understand these traits about him, he was too proud to go backwards.

"You propose to ask the Alliance why they request a certain action? I certainly do not. This is no personal, petty matter with which you are dealing, Sir. The order came from the Alliance officials on Osiris, in a wave to me. I had the information you needed to continue your mission, and now I am finished of it. Any further questions or briefing you might require should be sought elsewhere. Thank you for your time, and good fortune on your task before you. Good day, Sir."

The Operative laughed. He actually laughed at (not with) the Admiral, which was probably the one thing that he really shouldn't have done. But he couldn't help it, the Admiral was so curt and short that he couldn't help but laugh at the military based Admiral, the irony behind it was just too funny. The man could definitely use to loosen up a little. It was amazing that he was so snappy when he had a young lady with the looks of that waiting for him in bed at night (and probably completely naked as well.) If the operative had that woman in his bed, he suspected he would have been a lot nicer to the civilians under interrogation that he would usually be. There was a moment of his laughter as he tried to get over his fit of giggles. He tried, he really did try to stop himself from laughing, realizing that this was not the place to take such a humoristic manner, this was a place of business and the Admiral was assigning the Operative a mission. If anything, the Operative should take this very seriously and take in each word the Admiral was saying to his heart. But the Operative was far too prideful in order to take this seriously. Yes, it was a job, but what is a job if you can't have fun? And simply, it was harmless question. He just asked why the Alliance wanted this 'Malcolm Reynolds' if the Admiral had received the file and information, surely whoever sent it to him gave him the information of why; after all, in the eyes of the public (and several Admirals to boot) the admiral rank was higher than the operative rank. Instead the Admiral took it defensively and that was precisely what made him laugh, the irony that the Admiral provided for him. But the fact that the Admiral had actually dismissed the Operative was also hilarious to the operative. It was irony here too, that the Operative invited himself, came upon his own time. Had the Admiral really thought that he could dismiss the Operative in such a discreet matter? It was here that he realized he hadn't laughed in a while, a genuine laugh. Another second passed as he finally was able to gain control of his giggle fit and said, "Thank you, Admiral Jiang, for that laugh. I hadn’t had a hoot like that in many ages. Best regards, Lin. Admiral.." He had no other business here, as he saw that if he stayed here any longer, then he'd end up provoking the Admiral enough that he might lose the job, which he didn't want, since this is what he lived for. He stood himself up, nodding at the Admiral, that tactful and mocking smile still upon his face as he lifted the files and flicked them in his hand at the Admiral, giving another 'thanks' as his gaze then rested upon the beautiful companion.

The woman was gorgeous, he was going to admit. She had sleek black hair, perfect porcelain skin and she was Asian. Asian girls were hot. He'd never actually been in bed with an Asian woman before, and to put quite frankly, he's never been in bed with a woman of that beauty or stature. Lin Yao was also very proud, perhaps a lot more like him that she was with the Admiral (but he couldn't judge that, since he'd only known the two of them for only five or so minutes.) She was attractive, but the Operative was going to spend a lot of his thoughts on the gorgeous woman, he had a job to finish and from the information that was given to him, he had a time limit even. Which was odd, time limits were...off limits. If he was going to finish this job (and from the way the Admiral had been so defensive, the Operative concluded that the job was a little more important than usual, and that would mean some favor from the Alliance and some praise that would inflate his ego even more) he had to do it within a year. What a pain in the ass. He rolled his eyes, taking the woman's seductive eyes off from his as he gave a nod towards the Admiral and bowed to the Companion then exit the room swiftly, not bothering to close the door behind him as he opened the envelope again and peeked through it a little more thoroughly. Malcolm Reynolds, Captain of Serenity. The Operative skimmed the profile and found that the target had actually served in the war, stationed as a Sergeant at the Battle of Serenity. Interesting, the man had named his ship after the battle that the browncoats had lost. In fact, a battle that was said after the defeat, the Browncoats were through. As the Operative, then called Caleb Andrews, skimmed the rest of the profile, he realized that he'd really like to know this guy. He sounded so much fun to play with.

((OMG. I LOVE Caleb, dude.))