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Mission Time (Sammy and Joe)
The information on Nick Fury's desk read like the sum of all fears. In the midst of everything happening around the world, both mutant and non-mutant related, someone had been working under the radar to obtain equipment for a weapon of mass destruction. They were smart enough to not hit the major production hubs, like Stark or Fujikawa, and had settled for going to second or third-rate sources for what they were looking for. But when certain items popped up on watch lists throughout the world, SHIELD got wind of the information long before anyone else did.
This wasn't big enough to warrant a heavy-hitter response but it was too big to send rookie agents on. Big team would tip the bad guys off from ten miles away and make them adjust their plans but he couldn't spare Sharon, Maria or any of his top agents. So Fury thought of the next best thing and pressed the alert beacon on his desk for two agents he was sure could get the job done.
Sammy's and Joe's phones would receive simulatneous texts indicating that the proverbial ballon had gone up and that they were to report to the Helicarrier within one hour for debriefing and deployment.
Mission time.
Re: Somewhere in Connecticut
"If he doesn't want to go the old-fashioned way then you come in and pull the whole 'official business' thing. You can even give him a card." Joe grinned, checking his guns.
Re: Somewhere in Connecticut
"Now is where I'd make it official and give him a card." There wasn't a smirk in sight. "And right this second I'm seeing a disturbing comparison to our dads."
Re: Somewhere in Connecticut
"Okay...if you're trying to impart an idea here, can you help me out? You want to uncuff me and give me my gun back?" he asked.
Re: Somewhere in Connecticut
She gave him a slight smile. "We try it your way, then we try it mine. I hope your way works."
Re: Somewhere in Connecticut
"All right, partner. Let's do this." Joe said, holstering his gun and stepping out of the car. He walked toward the building where Dr. Lamblin was located and hoped they weren't too late.
Re: Somewhere in Connecticut
Sammy climbed out and had to hurry to keep up with Joe's longer stride.