â Â Â Â Â well, itâs like the good general phillips once said â
              letâs go find ourselves two more heads. â
the building is silent, save for the faint buzz, an undercurrent of noise originating
from the massive machines down in the labs in the base. machines that needed
to be destroyed - by their own hands, and after they made sure it wasnât used for
anything so secretive that hydra would deep six it before SHIELD could find out
what it was used for. and with HYDRA â that was usually the case.
but evelynâs words STICK on his mind, and steveâs gaze flickers across the hall
that theyâre in. he was thinking the same thing and somehow, steve is getting the
feeling that whatever HYDRA has planned, it isnât a security measure. Â it has to
do with whatever they were doing here in the base. HYDRA doesnât CARE about
casualties on either side. if death was necessary they would die for HYDRA.
numbers were never a worry for them. so the fact that there werenât any HYDRA
goons coming at them ⌠it meant that there wasnât any NEED for HYDRA goons
to come after them. something - or someone - else would take care of them.
steve narrows his eyes, knowing that this no longer a typical HYDRA base raiding.Â
â     then letâs find out why and stop whatever it is theyâre planning.
      itâs likely theyâre keeping it where we need to go, so keep close. â
    WRONG day to leave the suit at home, it seems. The sum of Evelynâs alias lays in a security-padded drawer back in her Manhattan apartment. Not that she ever leaves home unguarded. She has a few useful trinkets with her for certain. But she didnât wake up this morning with the intent to invade a HYDRA base. This turn of events is unprecedented. She wonders what will find her first -- freedom or FAILURE?
    She heeds the Captainâs orders, staying close with her gun cocked to watch his six. Ears strain for the slightest hint of movement -- footsteps, chatter, anything to signal other life in the area -- but they are decidedly alone.
    âTheyâve got a lot of FAITH in whatever it is.â
    And if that isnât unnerving, nothing is.
    Their movements carry them through the corridor and out to a new, forked passage. The two equally sized tunnels boast minimal discrepancies. One seems slightly more illuminated, though theyâre both fairly dim. For a foolish second, she wonders if this is a 50/50 -- as if one path is safe and the other doomed. Odds are theyâre BOTH traps.
    âIâm not playing Letâs Make a Deal with this shit. YOU choose.â
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