Long after Agent Grayson left, Sang lay on her pale pink comforter contemplating the mission before her. Agent Grayson had kept true to his word and emailed her the relevant files shortly after he left her apartment. As she sifted through the mass of documents and profiles on each of the members, she realised that there was not one unappealing or unattractive gentleman in the group. These guys sure didn't look like the criminals who had supposedly been involved in dodgy transactions and interactions with certain questionable members of the public, however Sang knew better than anyone that looks could be deceiving. She had been on countless missions and knew exactly how she appeared to targets and non-targets alike. The epitome of petite, Sang stood just over five feet, a slender but curvy frame paired with dirty blonde waist length hair and bright green eyes. She rarely wore makeup; her natural beauty shone through more often than not, however on special missions requiring a bit more dress-up she'd go all out and transform into an enhanced version of herself; playing with her already pretty features she could turn into quite the exquisite young woman and use this to gain information from her targets. To a first timer, she would look like the embodiment of purity and innocence, whereas she was quite the opposite; she was a spy and knew how to use her assets to get what she needed.
Sang sat up as she found a picture amongst the dozens from the file of an 'Owen Blackbourne', who seemed to be the senior leader of the group. It was a shot of a man in his early twenties, twenty-two to be precise, as stated on the front of the file. The man appeared to be have an austere and stern expression painted on his handsome features; he wore black-rimmed glasses, which framed his pale angular face, he had short brown hair and piercing steel grey eyes. She put his photo back away in his file and pulled out the others, lining them all up to compare the members of the group and to try to 'get to know them' before tomorrow. Looking at the photographs, she felt like she was at a police station trying to pick her attacker from a line-up of criminals. Giggling and shaking her head, she dismissed that thought, picking up a photograph from the beginning of the line-up. First up was 'Sean Green'. She studied his picture for a few moments, biting her lip as she did so. Like Blackbourne, Green was amongst the elders of the group and was twenty-one, younger than Blackbourne by a few months. He had a heart-shaped face with a mop of wavy blonde hair cut to the middle of his ears; he also had green eyes similar to hers. In the image he was giving a flirtatious smile, his green eyes squinting slightly with amusement. She flipped the image over and scrawled "killer grin" on the back, smiling sadly as she realised she'd never genuinely be at the receiving end of that grin due to her job and due to him essentially being her enemy. Sighing, Sang picked up the next photo in the line-up. This one was of a 'Dakota Lee', sub-leader of the younger members of the group who were aged either nineteen or twenty. Like Blackbourne, Dakota also sported glasses; he had light brown hair with high cheekbones and slightly angled eyebrows portraying an attentive and intelligent disposition. "Looks too smart for his own good" scribbled Sang before picking up the following photograph. Next up was 'Victor Morgan'; his brown hair reached the nape of his neck in waves and was brushed away from his face in the photograph, his eyes standing out the most, the intensity and fire shocking Sang out of the dreamlike stupor she was in from looking at the attractive males before her. She shook her head to clear hear thoughts and wrote "fire eyes" on the back. Checking the clock she realised it was late. She still had five whole guys to go through! Sang decided she might as well get through them all now rather than in the morning and so picked up the next photograph, yawning as she realised how tired she was. The image of a huge European guy with pitch-black hair and soulful deep brown eyes stared up at her. He had an olive complexion, his jaw was firm and squared, and she could only guess at his chiselled physique implied by his strong shoulders in the headshot. She realised his name was 'Silas Korba' and she assumed he was of Greek origin due to his colouration and name. "Built like a truck," she wrote on the back of his photograph. She placed his photograph down and picked up the next one, the name 'Nathan Griffin' popping out at her. From the image it seemed he had a rather stern and serious nature as shown by his solemn blue eyes. He had short hair, which was more on the red side than brown, he had an angled chin and set jaw. "Ginger ninja" pencilled in Sang on the back of the image, swiftly picking up the next photograph. Three left. She could do this before she passed out. She picked up the image of a 'Gabriel Coleman', who had longish hair that hung around his chin. His hair was rich brown save for the two prominent strands of hair at the front that were dyed blonde. He had crystal-like clear blue eyes, which gave off the impression of carelessness and enthusiasm. His hair was somewhat brushed back exposing the studded earrings in each of his ears, along with a few rings going up his right ear. "What a punk" wrote Sang as she admired his ears – he had more earrings than she had and totally made them work too... life was unfair sometimes. Picking up the last two photographs, Sang made out the names Lucian and North Taylor – brothers? Ah, stepbrothers she realised as she reread their profiles. Lucian had very long blonde hair that almost reached his shoulders which was pulled back into a ponytail, with several strands loosely framing his face. Like Sang, he had relatively pale skin which was only a shade or so darker than her own. He had striking brown eyes contrasting with his light hair and features, along with high cheekbones like Dakota and a strong chin. North on the other hand, didn't look like Lucian in the slightest. Where Lucian was light, North was dark. North had tanned skin with deep brown eyes; he looked almost as big as Silas, with wide shoulders and defined muscles. Like Gabriel he sported a gold circular ring in his left earlobe. He was also very intimidating and reminded her of Owen Blackbourne. Flipping over the pictures of Lucian, North, and Owen, she wrote, "needs a haircut", "wouldn't want to meet him in an alley", and "needs to lighten up a little" respectively. Sang took a deep breath in. She had finally finished her somewhat productive analysis of the group she would have to begin to infiltrate tomorrow, and was glad she'd done all the reading about their backgrounds beforehand or she'd still be up for hours. Putting the assigned pictures back in their files she placed them on her bedside table, turned off the lamp and stretched like a cat, yawning and snuggling into her covers. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep immediately.
