Your name is Vanessa Stone, age 37. You had long, flowing black hair, icy blue-steel grey eyes and an athletic, yet voluptuous figure. You were a reasonably friendly, charming and cool-headed woman, though you did have a somewhat tomboyish attitude, and was also a bit of a rebel at heart, yet was also cold, hardened, fearless. You were also smart, tough, bold, daring, cunning, clever, headstrong, adventurous and wasn't afraid to take on a challenge or get your hands dirty. You were also streetwise and knew how to handle yourself. In addition to being a skilled mechanic and a natural behind the wheel, you were also an expert markswoman, and was also exceptionally skilled in hand-to-hand combat. You grew up in Detroit, Michigan.
Unfortunately, you had a rough upbringing. You were an orphan from birth and spent most of your early childhood shuffling in and out of multiple foster homes, with many of the parents who took you in being either negligent or just plain abusive. You quickly developed a habit of getting into trouble, mostly picking fights at school and the occasional petty crime.
During much of your teenage years, you developed a passion for cars, and grew to be quite skilled as a mechanic by the time you were 14. Shortly after you turned 16 and got your drivers license, you found your way into the local car scene, and would participate in the occasional underground street race to support yourself, and proved to be quite talented behind the wheel. Unfortunately, when you were 17, you wound up getting arrested for stealing a car.
However, during your trial, the judge took pity on you and gave you a choice; jail or the military. You opted for the latter and enlisted in the US Navy when you turned 18, serving as an intelligence officer for five years, rising to the rank of lieutenant. At age 22, you were recruited into the CIA, and went on to become a highly-skilled black-ops agent. You specialized in intelligence gathering, surveillance, infiltration, interrogation, and assassination. You were also fluent in over a half-a-dozen languages.
However, after serving in CIA for a little over 14 years, you wound up getting burned on an operation in Jakarta, and was disavowed by the CIA, forcing you to go on the run. After managing to elude the authorities and flee the country, you severed all ties with the CIA and went underground.
You made your way through the passenger terminal at JFK International Airport in New York City, having flown in from Cape Town, South Africa. You had spent the better part of the last year globe hopping, often under different aliases. You were wearing a black leather jacket over a dark grey t-shirt, a pair of black leather pants and a pair of brown designer high-heeled boots. You had managed to track down an old contact here in New York, figuring that they could help you out.
After leaving the terminal, you acquired a rental car and drove away from the airport, making your way towards downtown. After cruising through downtown New York for a little over an hour, you finally reached your destination,
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