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《"Forgive Me for My Wrongs, I have Just Begun"》

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"The eyes of a psychopath will take away an innocent soul". As a kid, Brielle heard those words from her father almost daily. When she thought about it as an adult, it was odd because her father /was/ a psychopath, but then there was a lot of truth in that statement because the eyes of a psychopath /had/ taken away an innocent soul; they had taken away her innocent soul when she was just a child. The middle child in her family, which was her, had turned out to be what other kids called "crazy, psycho, messed up, 'insane in the membrane', morbid, mean", and so many other terms that she honestly didn't care about by that point in her life. Being a CIA Director meant that she had to keep things in order, she had to keep the agents in their place, and she had to carry on the wishes of the late Ward Abbott. He had wanted more agents like Bourne, "super agents" that had almost super human strength and could bulldoze through literally anything without feeling a thing. She had been working with techs in the Langley base to perfect an operation that had previously left Abbott and the CIA chasing after Bourne; Operation Treadstone. The same expectation had been made for the New York base, but the Director there didn't have the gumption to rise up to that challenge the way Brielle did, and she rolled her eyes and scoffed as she thought about New York. Director Conner McAlister had lost agents, some of which ended up in Virginia, while also having failed to get his hands dirty in order to do what was expected, what needed to be done. Instead, he'd ran off like a scared little boy and left New York abandoned after getting attacked by three rogue agents.

"He's spineless. The man doesn't have a fuckin' backbone, let alone any leadership skills. Jesus fuckin' Christ."

She shook her head in disgust as she stopped and looked over the information being shown on the big screen in the conference room. Rolling her eyes again, Brielle stood up out of the chair she was sitting in and walked over to stand in front of the screen, looking over numbers and information from the other base.

"There's /one/ agent in each of the two groups that really stood out, and he's here now. Director McAlister doesn't have jack shit on us."

A malicious laugh slid past slightly pursed lips, and another disgusted head shake followed as the Langley Director continued to take in the information being presented to her. There was an agent in the younger group who was gradually, but also at a fairly impressive rate, working his way up the score charts and Director Hadley couldn't help but notice. A long, skinny finger with bright red polish on the tip pointed up at the screen as she spoke again.

"This one, though. He seems to be improving...which, I guess, says that McAlister isn't a /complete/ loser. But I still meant what I said. The man has no fuckin' gumption, and look at where his agents go when they leave him."

Putting her hand down at her side, and with a swish of long, dark tresses, Brielle turned to address the others in the room with a sarcastic sneer etched on her face as she spoke again.

"And they were weak when they got here. Clearly, the people in New York don't know what the hell they're doing. He loses agents better than he trains them, and they end up here...or trying to kill him."

The last part made a dark laugh slip past blood red lips, and her eyes cast a sinister glint as she thought about that last statement. Director McAlister couldn't even handle his own agents and got the hell kicked out of him by a few of them, which made him seem even weaker in her eyes, and she hadn't thought that was possible until right then. As far as Brielle was concerned, a Director needed to be able to keep their agents in line and show them where they fell on the chain of command, and if they couldn't handle that then they were a weak Director. From what she had seen from Director McAlister, she wasn't at all impressed and thought he was too soft, which in turn told her that he was weak and couldn't handle his agents. He was a pathetic excuse for a Director in Hadley's eyes, and even just calling him a Director was a joke to her. He wasn't a Director, he didn't know what the hell he was doing, and Brielle could tell that he didn't.

"The only thing he's got going for him is that he's easy on the eyes. Nothing else, though, which is a damn shame but is also hilarious. I'll bet he cracks, if he isn't already dead. Either that or he's got one of his weak agents doing his dirty work for him like the spineless asshole he is."

Brielle guffawed and rolled her eyes again before walking out of the conference room, the only sound that could be heard in the halls, besides the sound of agents in the training room working on their skills and training, being Louis Vuitton heels clicking against the floor as she made her way toward the IT office. One of the newer interns, Logan Barker, was gathering intel and finding escape routes for the older agents that Hadley had out in the field completing a mission, and glanced back at her when he heard her come in. He went slightly wide eyed and flinched a bit before turning back around and getting back to work. He was scared of Brielle, it was plain as day that he had been since the beginning, but she just snorted in amusement and shook her head, focusing on the records that she had gone in there to find. Digging through, she eventually found the record she had been looking for and pulled it out of the filing cabinet she'd been rifling through, then smirked as she read the name on the file.

"Madigan, Leander Blaine."

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Full Name: Brielle Quinn Hadley

Date of Birth: 5 November 1994

Age: 28

Place of Birth: London, England

Current Location: Langley, Virginia

Relationship Status: Single

Family: Colter Hadley (father-deceased), Eden Hadley (Mother), Sebastian Hadley (older brother), Lorenzo Hadley (younger brother)

Face Claim: Anya Chalotra

Brielle was the second born child of Colter and Eden Hadley, as well as their only daughter. Before her, a boy named Sebastian was born and after her, another boy named Lorenzo. The family lived in London, where Colter worked as a tailor and Eden worked as a nurse. Growing up in a family with a strict father, a mother that was gone a lot, and brothers who liked to pick fights, Brielle learned fairly quickly how to take care of herself. Her father began to grow more frustrated and angry over the years, which then turned into him having arguments with Brielle, both of her brothers, and Eden much more frequently, and Brielle didn't understand why because her father was just a tailor...or so she'd thought. What she learned when she got older made all of the outbursts and belligerence and frustration from her father make more sense; he was a Kingsman, a spy, and his job was much harder than it looked from the outside looking in. Once she realized that, the fact that she'd grown up having to fight made so much more sense. It didn't justify her father coming home frustrated and getting angry at her and her brothers just because they were there, and starting fights that usually ended up getting physical and belligerent, but it was what life for her was like. And then her brothers, having learned it from their father, would turn their frustration and anger from their father being belligerent onto Brielle because they were afraid of their father but not of their sister. She got yelled at, belittled, berated, and even physically attacked by her brothers, and after one particularly bad altercation between her and her older brother Sebastian, Brielle decided that she was going to be even colder and tougher and not just take that from her brothers anymore. So she started fighting back even harder than she had been before and broke her older brother's nose and her younger brother's arm when they both decided to go after her at the same time on a particularly rough day.

During the Valentine incident in which the Kingsman were involved, her father had joined in on Valentine's plan to have people chipped so he could control their minds and her father had also gotten a chip. When the other Kingsman, the ones that remained on the good side, caused the chips to blow up, all the people that had the chips inserted in their necks died, and that included Brielle's father. Colter Hadley died when the chip in his neck self destructed, and Eden Hadley left to go back to her hometown, leaving Brielle and her siblings to fend for themselves. By that time, Sebastian had left home and it was just Brielle and Lorenzo but then Lorenzo went off to live with relatives and left Brielle on her own in the house. With her whole family gone, Brielle had to figure out how to fend for herself. And a few years after that, when Brielle was 20 and had moved to America from London, was when she came across a CIA recruiter who she, at the time, didn't know was a CIA recruiter.

Getting recruited as an agent was hard in the beginning. Brielle often got underestimated because of her outward appearance, but had no trouble proving people wrong no matter how big and strong they were. She could move fast, think on her feet, and defend herself even before getting formal combat training. She made her way to the top of the charts as an agent at an impressive pace, and eventually was offered the position of Director 4 years after she was recruited as an agent. She was cold, steadfast, quick-witted, calculated, and just what the Executives at the Langley base were looking for. She made decisions that no one else could make and could do what most others weren't brave enough to do, and that caught the attention of Ward Abbott and the other Executives of the Langley CIA base. Brielle accepted their offer, and became the Director of the Langley CIA base at just 24 years old. Now, she still runs the Langley base with an iron fist and a steel will, and doesn't let anything or anyone get in her way when she sets her sights on achieving anything.

(Secret Agent Verse RP) (OC) (21+) (Kingsman inspired)