❛ HOPE YOU’RE SEEIN’ what i’m seein’. ❜ fingertip pressed to the comm device cradled in the whorl of his ear, bucky’s gaze sweeps the room. a low whistle breaks out between his lips. servers stack up to the ceiling. warm, whirring fans churn away, the lights on each computer watchful eyes blinking back at him. cords wrap around them & snake across the floor like tentacles. ❛ we either hit the motherlode or we’re in a lot more trouble than we realized. ❜
a beat.
❛ --- maybe both. ❜
he keeps himself tucked up against the wall. there are four security cameras that he can see. practiced ease guides his gun up, silencer twisted neatly on. & four shots ring out in quick succession, melted plastic & broken wires crackling in their wake. bucky takes himself over to the main terminal. his hands hover over the keyboard. ❛ now’s the part where you use your fancy gadgets to get me into the system before someone realizes their video’s been cut. ❜
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