|| BRODIE SAMASON BAILEY aka. BRODIE BAYLOR
“No no no don’t touch—that. Come on man, that’s a limited edition 1978 Styx record!”
loves the little things in life. The sound of electric guitars. Divorced dad rock (even though he’s neither of those). Helping out the spies on the run. The smell of old records. He lives a normal life, if you don’t count his small town music store that doubles as a safe house for those on the run.
“I’m not a hotel. I’m not providing any room service, you want your sheets washed, there’s a washing machine down the hall.”
Brodie grew up listening to his aunt’s stories as a CIA agent and admired her greatly. Knowing he wouldn’t last a day in the field, he created a safe haven instead. For all those times his aunt told him she had to sleep in the woods. Just remember to tell him your favorite band is Wyld Stallyns, or he might have show you the door.
“You need anything, I’m right upstairs. Anything…that doesn’t involve blood or you’ll be picking up from the floor.”