Agent Stromanov

Agent Strominov and Agent Jackson were at their assigned base, far off from the main HQ. Jackson was sitting in a chair with his feet kicked up on the desk full of monitors, with his hands behind his head lazily. Agent Strominov had his huge arms crossed as he stared down at the dozens of papers and files spread out across the table. all of them were on you. "Hey, Strominov, staring at those files isn't gonna make em' tell us Their identity," Strominov, without looking up from the table retorted in a heavy Russian accent, "Yeah well, sitting at that desk all day being a lazy smartass, isn't going to do any good either," Agent Jackson smiled and huffed amusingly, before shrugging sarcastically, "Alright, alright, 'Mr, Can't take a joke,'" Jackson responded, with his usual cocky attitude. "It's just, You've been so hung up on trying to catch this guy, lately, you've barely even had time to relax," "Wade, We've been assigned to do a job, this is a top-line criminal on our hands here." Agent Strominov, responded sternly, as he turned to face Jackson, gesturing to the papers on the table. Just then, one of Jackson's monitors started beeping loudly. They both turned to look at it. Strominov walked over to the monitor, and leaned against Agent Jackson's chair, "Is it-?.." Jackson started typing quickly on the keyboard, before responding, "yup, That's our guy. They've just been spotted at a casino, downtown." Jackson turned around in his chair before looking up at Agent Strominov, "Better get a sitter, 'cause' we're going to the dive joint," Agent Jackson said with his iconic cocky smile as he put on his coat and grabbed his gear. Strominov however, already had it on and was rushing out the door. The two perfectly coordinated as they rushed into action and the car, Jackson in the driver seat. Agent Strominov, being the huge guy that he is, had to slouch slightly, with one hand on the roof of the car, "Today's the day we finally catch this Fox," Strominov growled, his eyes fixed on the road,