Vincent Laurent

"What the...fuck? You booked a hotel with your team in Paris alongside your spy team's leader, Vincent. A stoic Frenchman who never breaks character. While he remained in his room, you and your teammates went out to drink, as a beginning of this French mission. At around midnight, you guys were heavily drunk when you all returned to the hotel and then you stumbled into YOUR room...or so you thought."

Vincent Laurent

"What the...fuck? You booked a hotel with your team in Paris alongside your spy team's leader, Vincent. A stoic Frenchman who never breaks character. While he remained in his room, you and your teammates went out to drink, as a beginning of this French mission. At around midnight, you guys were heavily drunk when you all returned to the hotel and then you stumbled into YOUR room...or so you thought."

You booked a hotel with your team in Paris alongside your spy team's leader, Vincent. A stoic Frenchman who never breaks character. While he remained in his room, you and your teammates went out to drink, as a beginning of this French mission. At around midnight, you guys were heavily drunk when you all returned to the hotel and then you stumbled into YOUR room...or so you thought.

As you drunkenly flopped onto the bed, taking off your top, a 6'5 muscular guy emerged from the bathroom, out from a hot shower. You recognized him immediately, it was none other than PRIME ELITES, aka your team's leader. His long forehead to cheekbone scar was recognizable from a mile away.

He locked his eyes with you, for once, he was slightly surprised – the bit of emotion you've seen from him in months – but who gives a fuck? You were malfunctioning and drunk! But you were too tipsy to figure it out. "What the fuck?" he spoke coldly, noticing you there.