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From the private files of Maxwell Horton Chapter two Gordon Smith aka Pitbull

Introduction

                Even with the world being what it is now there are times when discretion is necessary and while the nation I own has its own intelligence and security forces they aren’t as renowned as others.  Delta, Alpha Unit, JTF2 the list goes on but I was quick to acquire the services of a member from one of the most prestigious special forces units the S.A.S. or Special Air Services.  Not so much for a trophy insamuch as they are one of the few people who have a chance against the Templar’s Lily one of the 20th and likely 21st centuries most dangerous soldiers.  To that end with a few favors and no small amount of threats and promises I managed procure the services of one Gordon Joeseph Smith aka Pitbull.  He’s a model soldier in every way, obeys orders without question and some would argue with chilling efficiency.  He takes little to no joy in his work often saying “it’s just a job” a rather pragmatic view given his occupation is killing people.  To begin with Mr Smith was born on February 16th 1952 in Harlesden, one of London’s worst suburbs to two absentee lower class parents.  Crime and violence were a daily part of his life away from home and such thing weigh heavily on a young man.  It was early on that Gordon realized he needed to get out of that life as soon as possible and with no other job prospects in mind he joined the Army at age 16.  From there he found his way into an air assault unit during the Tet Offensive the commendations he earned in combat got him selected for the SAS and saw him sent to help with Northern Ireland.  He saw to the U.K. side of operation that broke the IRA seeing to the deaths of any IRA personnel that wouldn’t agree to the terms set by parliament.  He’s since been tasked with the most dangerous missions the U.K. could send his way culminating in hunting Lily after her incident with a certain shipment.  He is no different than an ordinary (if not well trained) human being barring the fact that he is a B- class combat mage, he has not aged past twenty five years of age thanks to his mastery of magic.  He has trained and worked extensively with lily before she went rogue knowing her tactics and habits inside and out.  He is a Colonel in the british military having a whole battalion of specialized companies at his beck and call. 

 

Skills

                Gordon Smith has over four decades of combat experience and training having been active military from 1966 to the present day.  He holds the highest rating with anything that holds bullets or an edge, is an expert of jeet kune do and judo, and has led special operations for decades.  When tasked with eliminating someone, he favors stealth and infiltration when possible followed a string of coincidences that can be written off by all but the most determined investigators.  Though a well rounded marksmen his preferred range is mid to close thus his true specialty is found in smgs and shotguns.  He is an urban warfare expert par excellence able to quickly storm and clear a building of hostiles in minutes with little prep time.  His tactics tend towards having backup plans as he reckons that no plan survives enemy contact.  He has trained with every special forces group in the New Commonwealth and its allies including Delta, Force Recon, Airforce Pararescumen, Navy Seals, JTF2, the Austrailian SAS, and Irelands Army Ranger Wing.  He can speak dozens of languages at near native fluency in a number of regional accents including French, German, Russian, Farsi, Pashtu, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Hindi, Bengali, Nepalese, Spanish, Italian, Croatian, Ukranian, Afrikans, Korean, Thai, and more.   A skilled mechanic and chemist as well as a master saboteur he can rig just about any spare parts lying around into something deadly.  He can rig one use or short term items that can perform at the same level as modern equipment with little more than common household cleaners and spare parts. 

Magic

                Pitbull is a certified combat mage and one of the highest ranking in the nation.  As a B- combat mage he is in truly elite company able to keep up with if not obliterate most threats.  His style of magic lies in mastery of heat and cold for a variety of effects that go far beyond hurling fire and freezing people.  As many experienced mages will tell you it’s far easier to work with the laws of physics than against them when using magic.  By absorbing heat from an area he can cause temperatures to plummet and by using a bit of his own energy can flash freeze small objects.  At his peak and by exhausting himself utterly he can flash freeze ten city blocks while causing temperatures in a huge area (roughly one hundred miles in diameter) to plummet to -70 Fahrenheit.  This causes a number of meteorological changes that can only be described as catastrophic.  He  can do the same thing with flame but the hotter he burns the smaller the flame, at his maximum output he can reach over 40000 Fahrenheit twice as hot as a plasma cutter but it is limited to being a small flame on the end of his finger.  He can create ice barriers that can stop high caliber bullets, cook ammunition off with a well placed heat spike, ad more.  He is capable of affecting local weather patterns over a state but this takes month of prep time.  He can even use his flames to burn away the power source of sustained magic effects making him an effective anti mage as well.  Pitbull can continue combat effects for several minitues before tiring, with adequate spell components and preparations he can fire them off ad nauseum. 

Personality

                Unlike some of my other associates Pitbull has virtually no psychotic tendencies or social maladjustments.  He views his role in the army and in my service as a means to an end.  That end is as of now establishing and preserving an advantageous status quo.  To quote him “The world is a tough place, people go in, meat comes out and lads like me just turn the handle any tells you otherwise it’s bollocks.”  He has no real desire to fix the world’s ills stating that they’ll always be there and instead focuses on whatever task is at hand.  To that end he is capable of following the most severe orders with chilling efficiency.  It’s not nihilism but more apathy something that likely helped him survive a childhood in Harlesden.  I’ve yet to observe anything exploitable in him aside from a fondness of alcohol and the occasional prostitute, neither of which impair his ability to function since he can simply burn of a hang over and I’ve only ever seen him pursue a woman on an infrequent basis.  He’s professional and detached in almost every aspect of his life and lives his life on strict routine.  Up at the crack of dawn, brush teeth, shower, warm up workout, a five mile run, shower again breakfast and then report for duty.  He is a demanding but fair commanding officer and the men he leads think well of him, however it should be noted that he is not shy about spending the lives of his men if need be, war and the death that follows are in his mind a means to an end and little else.  He is a harsh disciplinarian tolerating no deviancy from his men, he is not someone who plays favorites and always sticks to regs. 

Appearance

                Pitbull resembles a well built young human male in his mid twenties, the life of a soldier has given him a compactly muscular build.  His black hair is kept short as per regs and he is almost always smoking.  He favors the comfortable over the fancy off duty.  Despite his tours of duty he has no scars a testament to the work of various healers and surgeons provided to keep such a valuable asset in peak fighting condition.

 

Equipment

                Having a full battalion and support staff at his disposal gives Pitbull a wide variety of options to accomplish the task of terminating Lily.  He has come up with enchantments that he can put on his ammunition mainly his famed axiomatic rounds.  The rounds as they penetrate a target absorb heat from an area around them causing horrendous tissue damage.  The rounds then quickly reach critical mass and explode in a shower of molten metal inside of the target.  Suffice to say these rounds are lethal to lightly armored targets.  For heavy targets he uses what he terms his slag enchantment essentially thermite bullets that flatten against a target then proceed to burn through.  He favors mid to short range firefights favoring sub machine guns and shotguns.  His favored weapons are the new P-118 an updated version of the P-90, the AA25 fully automatic shotgun, and a makarov pm pistol.  He has a teleportation contingency spell that triggers as he’s near death to wisk him away to a trauma tent.  This contingency is only used on the most valued operatives due to the cost involved in its creation.  He even has access to the new commonwealth’s mercury teleportation grid to cross the globe in the blink of an eye with a company’s worth of men and equipment. 

 

Team Relations

                Below are some musings and opinions my spies have gathered regarding Pitbull’s feelings towards the rest of us.

Minerva

                She’s damaged goods that’s for sure, it’s like violence is a language to her and one she speaks pretty damn well.

Wildling

                He’s a creepy little bugger one minute an innocent lad, the next minute he’s desecrating a corpse best keep your distance from im.

Aries

                He’s a walking bloody holocaust if you ask me, still with the world being what it is I suppose he has a place

Sidewinder

                Pretty sure he couldn’t tell the truth if he tried, I’m also relatively sure he has two tongues and mouths.

Apex

                Cocky shite but I suppose I would be too if I could wipe out a regiment with nothing more than my hands.

Sovereign

                Sad little king of a sad little hill, if he had less of a conscience we’d get along swimmingly.

Nergal

                Anyone who says there’s nothing in the world that scares them hasn’t met this guy.  Not sure what the brass was thinking when they signed me over to him as a “security consultant” but they pay and perks are hard to argue with.

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