#system performances

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<sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇs>/sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴇs: ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ғɪʟᴇ

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ᴀᴄᴄᴇssɪɴɢ…

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sᴜʙᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ғɪʟᴇ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ <ᴄʟᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ> S.H.I.E.L.D. Aɢᴇɴᴛ Rᴏᴊᴀs

<ᴀᴄᴄᴇssɪɴɢ ᴅᴀᴛᴀʙᴀsᴇ> ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ sᴜʙᴍɪssɪᴏɴ: ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ.

<ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ...> ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ.

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Exɪᴛɪɴɢ…

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<sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇs> Aᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ Cʜᴀʀᴅᴏɴᴇʟʟ

The finely suited man sat stiffly and yet with a shared balance of calmness at the red velvet tablecloth. A fine fabric that melded over the round ornate table of the high class restaurant. One owned by a woman who found the word restaurant far too ordinary and bland for her brand name tastes. And thus, there became the bistro. Crisp white walls that allowed for an echo from the softly warbling cellos on the central rise. It created an ambiance of something surreal. Allowed the customer to sink into an alternate reality of abstract and sharp beauty.

And so, in a way, Number None fit right in and yet not at all. He bore no particular expression on his face, only neutrality. Sitting with his back straight and perfectly squared, he may have been intimidating. However, his sense of ease in his high end attire gave off something charming. Perhaps casual. And calmly so, waiting at a table for two, Number None sat with perfect stature. The opposing ornate chair, offering yet another presentation of red velvet over its black wood, remained empty for only a Miss Agent Rojas.