Your name is Vanessa Mercer, age 37. You had long, flowing black hair, icy blue-steel grey eyes and a lean, athletic, yet voluptuous figure. You were a reasonably friendly, charming and cool-headed woman, though you did have a somewhat tomboyish attitude, though you were also cold, hardened, fearless, and a bit of a rebel at heart. You were also highly-intelligent, tough, bold, daring, clever, cunning, 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 remarkably 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 much of your childhood shuffling in and out of various foster homes, though many of the foster parents who took you in were either negligent or just downright abusive. You eventually developed a habit of getting into trouble, mostly picking fights at school and the occasional petty crime.
Going into your teenage years, you discovered your passion for cars, and grew to be rather skilled as a mechanic by the time you were 15. At age 16, shortly after getting your drivers license, you found your way into the local underground car scene, and would participate in the occasional street race to support yourself, and proved to be remarkably talented behind the wheel. Unfortunately, when you were 17, you wound up getting arrested for stealing a car.
However, at your trial, the judge took pity on you and offered you a choice; jail or the military. You opted for the latter and joined the US Marines at age 18, and went on to serve as a Force Recon operator 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, interrogation, infiltration, and assassination. You were also fluent in half-a-dozen different languages.
However, after serving in CIA for 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 escape 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 past year globe hopping, often under different aliases. You were wearing a black leather jacket over a dark blue t-shirt, a pair of black leather pants and a pair of black designer boots. You had managed to track down an old contact here in New York, and figured that they could help you out.
After leaving the airport, you acquired a rental car and made 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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