The Cleaner and the Innocent

[The Cleaner]

Jason Daniels - Born June 26, 1966
AKA: The Cleaner; Alexander Navarre (FRN); Mikael Kerensky (RUS); Vidar Rolf (GER); Antonio Ferrar (BRA); Jason Daniels (USA)
His true identity is unknown since his disappearance from US service in 1994
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A Freelance Mercenary and Assassin using various businesses as fronts
Nature = Tough, Aggressive and Urbane
Demeanor = Cold and Suspicious
Concept = Military and CIA trained Assassin
Residence = Manhattan, exact location unknown

Height: 6'3'
Weight: 205 lb.
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Brown
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Jason’s true identity is largely unknown and only three individuals have accurate detailed knowledge of Jason: a high ranking US government official; a French retired general; and a rich Kuwaiti Oil Magnate. These individuals had professional dealings with Jason in the past. The US official is now a close presidential advisor to the current US administration although his past is with the Intelligence community as an ex-CIA operative and deputy-director. He was Jason’s mentor taking the young tough orphan at the age of 20 under his wing and saw his development in the US Army’s special operations forces. Recruited into the CIA he would become a part of a Black Ops team which conducted clandestine direct action operations against global criminal and terrorist organizations. Jason would develop many contacts in the underworld, black markets and certain political and military circles world wide.

In mid 1994, tasked with the elimination of suspected terrorist ring leaders in Africa, the mission was a success but at the expense of several hundred innocent civilians. Global media reported the incident as tribal infighting. This caused great fundamental changes within Jason as he believed in his duty but not the slaughter of innocents. So began one of the many moral dilemmas that would afflict him. When tasked to eliminate a terrorist sect in some Middle Eastern nation, he disappeared and the mission was botched. Jason eliminated his target but bad intelligence had again failed to report the location of the mark’s family. Not only had he killed a mark he had spilled innocent blood. Collateral damage as called by his mentor. He realized he had been lied to he never made it back to the extraction point and was listed as MIA. To this day his whereabouts is unknown and his records remain closed and locked away.   

Jason was able to escape the hostile Middle Eastern nation only by his intimate knowledge of area and culture blending in with his surroundings. He was able to make his way to Kuwait where he linked up with an old comrade from the first Gulf War. Jason had saved his life at the hands of Iraq torturers; he is the son of a lesser Kuwaiti oil magnate and eventual became good friends with him. His only alternative was to go underground and with a little help from his friend managed to disappear from the world and traveled to France.

He would emerge five years later as Alexander Navarre a naturalized French citizen and an ex-Legionnaire. Jason was befriended by French Senior Officer who later discovered Jason’s true identity by accident. The general kept his secret and recruited him as a bodyguard. In France Jason would be initiated into the French underworld and would be used by the French general to ruthlessly eliminate his rivals reigning supreme and then war with some of the Russians. He would develop further underworld contacts world wide and eventually leave the general on good terms. The general would be a welcomed benefactor as he provided intelligence, arms and support—in exchange for his expertise, his calling card, “The Cleaner” would spread in the European underworld.

With the help of the General, Jason returned to the US in late 2004 after ten years. Arriving in New York he met up with Milo from France and Josef from the Ukraine, both having ties with the French General. Here in New York he would sell his skills to the highest bidder eliminating competitor with extreme prejudice. A local Russian crime lord was the first to avail of his services as a power struggle occurred within the Russian mafia in New York and peace would be enforced after a series of bloody fire fights. Alexander Navarre would work exclusively for the Russians until a most unfortunate event happened in Marseille.

It was that same old moral dilemma but the argument was getting tiresome and this time it would be the last. The Russians had used their French contacts to undermine the French general. A successful attack on a French businessman and his family happened to be a ranking member of the general’s own staff. The Russians deceived Jason and the French from the beginning and now the General wanted answers. French thugs soon made their way to New York to see Jason as the Russians entrenched themselves in this upcoming war for global underworld dominance which has now spilled out into the streets of New York and across the Atlantic.

[The Cleaner]

First Contact

I arrived from Marsailles that monday night, it was warm in the city that never sleeps. They wanted war, the Russians did, the fuckers had betrayed me. They want war we shall give it to them. Milo and Josef picked me up from the airport, they already knew what needed to be done, we had talked while I was in Paris. The job when off without a hitch except for one crucial detail. Only the mark was to die, not his family too. This angered me, same fucken shit. Africa, Syria now Marsaille. I wonder who that mark really was, I decided I would call the General tomorrow morning. We left the airport with the stolen limo and head into the city.

We killed the lil shit Constantine Cherchenko, Aka Claus. He confirmed my suspicions, the Russians were up to something. The shit is going to hit the fan. Now I have a new dilemma. Why does is it always happen to me? That fucken girl! Why the hell she had to be there. I couldn't take it if I had more innocent blood on my hands. She witnessed the whole thing, IDed my face. Perhaps Milo was right, we should have killed her, it would have been merciful. Perhaps. We arrived at the warehouse and treated her wounds. What am I going to do with her? Josef tended to her wound, it wasnt life threathening. I looked at the locked bedroom where she lay sleeping contemplating her fate. This was going to be one of those days...


Meanwhile, in a luxurious French chateau outside of Paris a distinguished Frenchman sat reading his morning paper. Several armed men stood about sporting HK MP5 submachineguns. He placed his paper on the table and spoke to three individuals around a patio table outside overlooking the plush landscaping. "Are you sure it was Alex?" the general said. His henchmen both nodded "Oui, it was Alex alright." One of the men produced an envelope containing photos of Alexander Navarre in Paris and in Marsaille. "This job fits his methods although Pierre's family was with him. The general frowned. "That is not like Alex, he is ruthless but he is not heartless." he settled back looked at his watch and said. "Send a team to New York to find out what is going on. I don't like the smell of this. Why would Alex attack me after all that I done for him?" He rose pushing his chair out and then walked out to the edge of the veranda and was lost in his own thoughts. He said after a moment, "if it is true that Alex has betrayed us--kill him." The men swallowed and both nodded rising from their chairs and leaving quickly...



The Script: http://www.geocities.com/rp_mofo/firstcontact.htm

[Lisa]

((Posted as Eva Green))

I'd been in NYC for less than 24 hours when all of the dour predictions made by my friends at home came true. I'd been robbed, caught in a gun fight, kidnapped and more.  Now I was locked in this room, pacing...nearly frantic as I tried to figure a way out.  This was the kind of thing that needed to be cleaned up in this city. A person couldn't even walk the streets without being in mortal danger.  I made a  promise to myself that if...when...I got out of this mess, I would help clean it up, I would make a difference.

For now there was nothing to do
but wait for the brute...and whatever further horrors he brought with him.

[The Cleaner]

The Betrayal

The phone call with the general did go so good or as planned. He thinks--they think I have betrayed him. Why would I do that? And I killed Pierre, god I talked to him over the phone but never met personally. No his dead, worse his family is dead. This is a fucken fine mess I have gotten into. Milo was missing again, I raised my suspicion of him even more. And the girl, it was always almost about a girl in my line of work. Josef had moved all of the gear to the new hide out already. Now we have to wait for the French to arrive. This doesnt look good.

Yup I knew the shit hit the fan when the door was blasted in and Josef was killed. The ensuing fire fight was a mess but they only sent a dozen luckily for me. I almost felt insulted. And my suspicions were correct, Milo the fucking frog has betrayed me, betrayed all of us and here he was with the Russians. Of all the people why the Russians, they make the worst capitalist. Now it was war. I got lucky. I was sure Milo had me dead to rights but that girl save my life. I couldnt let her go on her own now, she would be eaten alive by these wolves. We finally got out of the building and I set the incendiaries. In a few hours nothing would be left of my existence there. We're going to have to be more careful for now one. New York was turning into Dodge City like back in the western days. I was hit in the shoulder but it wasn't bad, although I lost alot of blood. The last things I remember was guiding the girl to the new hideout. That girl save my life, she was quite beautiful and I didnt even know her name yet. I then passed out from the loss of blood.

The Script: http://www.geocities.com/rp_mofo/Thebetrayal.htm

Meanwhile a 747 jumbo jet landed at Kennedy International, eight French Tourist  arrived and travelled into the city. They didnt get far for they were ambushed by Russian gunmen in the streets of New York. Now the tally of murdered foreigmers grew by eight in addition to the two Germans and three Russians. In another location, a building lay burning as NYC firemen battle the intense blaze, it would be sometime before anyone can ascertain what happened at the location for no witnesses where found. Only the 911 call reporting gunfire in the area even told of what really happened....