While Winter was sent to help out with taking Shield down, Second had been woken from cryo, eaten her morning mush, and taken her meds. Now she was to wait in her cell while the details of her own mission were being discussed. She rarely knew every step, they were only told what they needed to know. It was protocol. Everything was according to schedule.
There was a familiar, near silence for a while. Just the whir of a fan, some chatter here and there. And then a flurry of agents ran past the bars. That caught the soldier’s attention. Her handler, Dale, ran into view and entered the code to her cell, sweat beading on his forehead.
Within seconds he’d stepped inside, pressing the button to release the weighted, spherical restraints from around her wrists and hands. She rubbed at the irritated skin where the metal dug in. The discomfort was so familiar to her, she paid it little mind while Dale spoke.
“There’s been an infiltrator, stealing Hydra secrets. He’s a danger to the world, if he gets out. We need you to stop him. Bring him back, alive.” Dale ordered, pulling a picture ID up on his phone and showing her. She found it surprisingly easy to memorize his features. Something... Maybe she’d seen him around the base. Dale pressed a comm into her ear, while she stared at the picture.
“-heading towards the Southwest wing.” Someone alerted over the speaker.
It took her little time to catch up with the infiltrator. He’d been foolish. People didn’t escape Hydra. They were too many and too organized, for that. That’s what they were about, order. Keeping the world from falling into chaos. That’s what they’d told her, when she was confused.
She found him on the upper floor. The soldier pressed her palms to the ground, and the concrete ahead of him dipped ever so slightly, as if being slurped up by a giant creature. It stretched up into a blockade ahead of him, and she stepped forward.
Her face was barren of her usual, bulletproof muzzle, as she hadn’t had time to grab it from the armoury. Her hair was down in a messy mop, but she could see fine, and that was the main requirement of the mission. Otherwise, she wore her usual uniform. They hadn’t bothered to have her switch out of it, since the previous mission.
She said nothing in her approach, no immediate signs of further recognition in her gaze.
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