Wisdom

Flynn Wisdom stood outside, leaning against his car as he waited. He had instructions to make contact with one of the SHIELD members. British intelligence/government needed a communications update. Why did they always send out to do deal with such matters? He swore the head of MI3 hated his guts, which he had good cause to. Wisdom isn't exactly the easiest person to deal with.

Glancing down to his wrist watch, he wondered if the person is ever going to show up."Bloody hell..wasting my time." Flynn grumbles to himself. He is currently working on his fifth cigarette.