#originally i was just gonna tell u all i thought he started as a dea agent bc it makes sense but here we are

[pennyserenade]

agent whiskey was in the dea before he was recruited for statesman. he was a rookie, heart broken and bitter, with all the wrong motives, but he was a damn good shot and had a charming grin when he found it in himself to let it show. he was easily seduced, they (statesmen) all found, making it easier to lure them into their trap. she was a beautiful brunette, the girl that got him, looking painfully like the wife he had lost. with the same ease she had unzipped his fly with, she held a knife to his neck and demanded all the cash in pockets. he was brilliant, quick on his feet and even better with his hands; she was one of their best agents at the time, and he overpowered her quickly and precisely. he hadn’t even been positive he wanted to live, it was just an automatic response to the danger. that’s what he had told them when they sat him on the bed and explained to him who they were, anyways. it would make him a brilliant agent, they promised, that dangerous line between the desire to parish and the intrinsic need to live (this was before they added the mental health division, mind you). he nodded and thought yeah, why not? he hadn’t been more than thirty, too heartbroken to make any sort of decision as heavy as the one they threw at him, but he accepted. new name, new location, a reason to exist, some sort of purpose. they promised a lot, gave him more. he’ll never forget the day he became a statesmen agent.

#is this a fic ? #a drabble #? #originally i was just gonna tell u all i thought he started as a dea agent bc it makes sense but here we are