Bryant leaned out of the window and adjusted the mirror of his Silver Celica. He caught a quick glance at his reflection, he had seen better days.
"Time to floor it" he said aloud and stepped hard on the accelerator, the scenery soon became a blur as he negociated the twisted landscape at a breakneck speed.

Bryant had been called in by 'The Boss' under the orders that agent 'Vixen' would soon be requiring his services, he knew that as with all of his previous missions, it was likely to be very urgent and every second would count. Bryant was exceptional at his job and had worked for more underground agencies than he cared to remember. The way he viewed the job was to get it done, get it done well and under no circumstances ask any questions. It worked outn just fine for him.

Pulling into a lay-by at the roadside, he opened his car door and vomitted. A comman problem that plagued him through most of his recent years, something he both accepted and pushed aside in his mind. "You wont get me that easily" he cursed, as he often did, his frequent sickness was the result of being the victim of poisoning many years before, something that he had under control but left him with this disscomfort.

The radio in his ear vibrated and he was quick to answer.
"Agent Bryant?" the voice was familiar, a voice that had no face, a face that would never be seen, atleast not by the likes of him.
"Fire away" he replied casually, wiping the acidic liquid from his lips and retreating back to his car seat.
"The target is in possition" the voice informed him "you have one hour".
Bryant allowed the radio to dissconnect and without delay he was back on the road, blasting out some Japanese rock music as he drove.