White Devil

White Devil You're a white man, whiter than white. You work for The Firm. Your rep is brighter than light. You see the world in black and white. You live in the white part; the good bit. You destroy the bad guys, and gals when need be. No mercy given when none's asked. You'd live on the astral plain if you could. But you're a soldier of reality with a job to do. And you do it. With your tools: pistol with suppressor, piano wire, varied knives and lastly, your hands. Keeping it decidedly low tech. The old skool way. It gets things done and brings results. Your enemies are black; evil men inhabiting the shadows. Soviet spies, Muslim terrorists, nation state hackers and a plethora of others. If you need to follow them down the street, you do. If you need to be ether borne, so be it. You can track an electronic trail, spoof them too. But you're a hands on guy. Your white actions occupy the back world. No one endures there long but you. America's top assassin, born in Russia. Killing anyone if ordered to including his countrymen. You feel no guilt, take no pleasure in this grisly business. It's what you do. No mission is impossible. You're the tip of the spear, the white man operating in the black black world of espionage and competing spheres of influence. Several times you stopped the big one; full nuclear release. Will you ever fail? Blackness beating white. Dooming us all.