Chapter 4
September 15th, 2014
HYDRA Experimentation Facility
[Location Classified], Sokovia
“Merchant. Widow.”
The two assassins looked up to see Baron Strucker. He looked displeased. “Dr. Whitehall has requested your presence as… enforcers. A job well beneath you, but the Council complains that I cannot keep you to myself.” Strucker pursed his lips. “You will meet Dr. Whitehall in Puerto Rico. I am given to understand he has found something there. Report everything back to me when you are done.”
They nodded once, sharply, then began packing.
September 21st, 2014
Above an ancient Kree city
San Juan, Puerto Rico
Bobbi twirled her batons. The red-headed woman, face concealed by a mask and goggles, nodded to her partner. He hesitated, clearly reluctant to leave her, then sprinted after May and Coulson. The redhead produced her own batons and fell into a fighting stance.
Bobbi took a second to evaluate her opponent. Light on her feet, agile, athletic. Evidently trained. That was all she was able to figure out before the woman struck, fast like a viper. Bobbi found herself falling on the defensive. The woman was good. Very good. Better even than Romanoff had been before she died. In less than a minute, Bobbi found her batons knocked out of her hands, and she scrambled backwards. The woman prepared to bring her own weapons down, deadly electricity crackling at the tips. Suddenly, blue-purple streaked the skin on her face, and the woman went down.
Hunter stood behind her, ICER in hand. Three rounds were buried in the redhead’s neck. Hunter smirked. “That’s the third time today, love. You've got to start paying me back.”
“Hardy-har,” responded Bobbi. “Are you forgetting Mumbai?”
Hunter’s face did a weird thing. “Yeah, that was not great.” He looked down at the unconscious redhead. “Let’s tie her up and put her in the quinjet.”
September 21st, 2014
Above an ancient Kree city
San Juan, Puerto Rico
A man ran into the drill room just in time to see the top of Coulson’s head disappear into the hole. May fell into a fighting stance.
“You want him, you’ll have to go through me.”
The brunet man cocked his head, then shrugged. Immediately he was upon her, knives flashing and spinning, and it was all she could do to fend them off. The man was a whirlwind, never in the same place twice. May found herself having to give ground under his ferocious assault. She backed up against the drill. With nowhere to go, she put all her energy into a kick aimed at his chest. The assassin took it, and slid back several metres. Before he could close the distance again, May emptied her ICER’s clip into the man’s forehead. He slumped, unconscious, to the ground.
May tapped her comm. “Hunter, Bobbi, I’ve got one of the Enhanced here.”
Hunter’s voice came back scratchy from interference. “Copy. Bob and I have the other cuffed on the jet.”
“On my way.”