𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙸𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙿𝙾𝙾𝚁.
𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴: 𝟶𝟾/𝟷𝟽 - 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴: 𝟸𝟹:𝟶𝟺
𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴: 𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚁.
THEY'D BEEN DROPPED OFF AT THE DROP - POINT, INTEL BRIEFED AND ASSET READY TO GO. the target was being moved from their election celebration to meet with the american intelligence agency, S.H.I.E.L.D., possibly to discuss the relations between the state of madripoor and the world. madripoor had always been notoriously known for its corruption and violence. S.H.I.E.L.D. likely wanted to get a foot in with the new head of state as early on as possible.
they're knelt down in front of the parapet of a rooftop opposite the government offices, gloved hands silently and carefully prepping the large rifle. SOVIET SLUGS, NO RIFLING. asset shifts slightly in their seat, moving to get a glance at the masses down below after hearing [ Цель в движении. S.H.I.E.L.D. присутствие подтверждено ]: ' the target's on the move, S.H.I.E.L.D. presence confirmed ' in the comm in their ear. trained eye narrows in through the scope, scanning, scanning, finally locking in on the chancellor and his companions... S.H.I.E.L.D. agents crowd him, and among them one the asset knew as the former captain america, @libertadr . escape wasn't going to be easy, though the mission's objective always came first.
[ “ Цель зафиксирована. ” ]: ' target locked. ' they breathe, pulse slowed and waiting for the go. confirmation reads through the comm, and they breathe... ... trigger is pulled, and the shot clocks through the air — none below register anything until the chancellor is suddenly on the ground, and agents rushing to surround him in the ensuing chaos. ' no vitals. clean shot. ', THE WHITE DEATH hears from a second voice in their comm from the ground below.
the confirmation almost start a clock within them, packing the rifle back up and slips it into the bag with ease, before it's slung over their shoulder and they make their way to the exit staircase. only briefly do they break off to safely stash the weapon away in a utility closet, five floors below the rooftop, to be collected by lower rankings on a later date. upon returning back to the staircase, they decide against mechanically taking every flight, and instead they throw themselves over the railing for the remaining five stories and land with a loud THUD on the ground floor; the tiles slightly breaking up underneath their boots. though the situation takes a much expected turn when they collect themselves to see a broad, uniformed figure stand between them and the door way. the very same they'd spotted in the scope only moments ago. COMMANDER ROGERS.
“ move. or you will be moved. ”
