"Hey, it's what I'm here for, right?" But even as he said it, Brandon felt a smile creeping across his face. Genuine gratitude from Agent Hardass, now that was something he'd have to remember. And hah... yeah, he knew his own abilities better than anyone else. It was a continual source of frustration, especially since he knew he could do this with no problems if he was at full strength, but at least it wouldn't be too big of a deal here.
The names meant nothing to him, of course, but the fact that he was alive since the 1940s meant that he was a very, very old person. At the start, he thought this would be easy- an older person would be less mentally flexible, he was sure, which meant that while changing a memory might be difficult, submerging it and making sure the brain didn't reconnect to the memory could be a lot easier.
Even still... as he scanned all those pictures and reports, he found himself frowning. That was a lot more challenging than he thought it would be; erasing the occasional memory and smoothing it out into normalcy probably wouldn't be too difficult. But that long a gap in memory, and an almost single-minded determination in the course of his duties? That was going to be a lot more difficult, especially since the natural questions of what happened during all of that time would make the brain search for its own memories, and that... that would test his attention to detail to the limit.
He also knew that this was going to be a nightmare for him. Assassinations... well, hopefully they were all clean and quick. He could deal with that. "So I'm guessing you just want me to erase his time with the USSR? I can... probably do that. But he's going to ask questions, and I don't know how long any block can last with that."
That being said... he tapped his finger on one of the security photos, glancing up at Coulson as he did so. "Just one thing. What do you mean by 'on-ice'? How old is he, mentally?" A pause, and then he quietly asked, just to see how much room he had as a margin of error, "...and how important are the rest of his memories, to keep?"
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The names meant nothing to him, of course, but the fact that he was alive since the 1940s meant that he was a very, very old person. At the start, he thought this would be easy- an older person would be less mentally flexible, he was sure, which meant that while changing a memory might be difficult, submerging it and making sure the brain didn't reconnect to the memory could be a lot easier.
Even still... as he scanned all those pictures and reports, he found himself frowning. That was a lot more challenging than he thought it would be; erasing the occasional memory and smoothing it out into normalcy probably wouldn't be too difficult. But that long a gap in memory, and an almost single-minded determination in the course of his duties? That was going to be a lot more difficult, especially since the natural questions of what happened during all of that time would make the brain search for its own memories, and that... that would test his attention to detail to the limit.
He also knew that this was going to be a nightmare for him. Assassinations... well, hopefully they were all clean and quick. He could deal with that. "So I'm guessing you just want me to erase his time with the USSR? I can... probably do that. But he's going to ask questions, and I don't know how long any block can last with that."
That being said... he tapped his finger on one of the security photos, glancing up at Coulson as he did so. "Just one thing. What do you mean by 'on-ice'? How old is he, mentally?" A pause, and then he quietly asked, just to see how much room he had as a margin of error, "...and how important are the rest of his memories, to keep?"