Name: Quentin Shanks
Age: Late 30's
Position: Reporter
Description: Short, curly brown hair. Dark green eyes. Nothing notable. Often wears a fedora.
Bio: Quentin always had an ear to the ground and a hand in the press. Nothing went on anywhere without him knowing. And once he knew, the world knew.
For some years, the rumour had been:
While visiting the USSR for a piece on the Eastern Front, Quentin was bundled into a lorry by the Secret Police, taken to Moscow, marched into the Kremlin and presented before Stalin himself. The Communist Dictator then told the young reporter that he had heard of his repuation, and informed him that he had 3 days to locate the 12 Nazi spies known to operating within Soviet territory, or face the firing squad. Smiling politley, Shanks asked "If I can get you the names in an hour, will you give an exclusive interview?" Stalin laughed heartily , replying with "If you can get the names in an hour, not only do you get an interview, but I won't send you to the gulag!"
Quentin left the building and sat in Red Square for 45 mintues. He returned to Stalin's office with 5 to spare and took a sheet of paper he'd been carrying the whole time from his coat pocket, before remarking: "Now how bout that exclusive?"
Even though Quentin had made up and spread the rumour himself, it was accurate of the standing he once held in the industry.
That was then.
This is now:
Quentin is an unemployable, burnt out, alcoholic hack, his writing only required when the toilet rolls are empty.
Recently however, his fortunes may have changed. After being sighted around the headquarters of Cybernet Industries on several occasions, Shanks has managed to work his way on board boat testing a supposedly new technology.