@miighthurt
Maria rolled her eyes as she drove into the scrapyard, sighing. No one ever wanted to meet in a cafe any more. Just once she’d like to meet where she was at risk of needing a tetanus shot after. Was that really so much to ask? She was pretty sure it wasn’t.
She’d been introduced to Ajax a week ago by one of her more connected contacts, so that within an hour of saying hello to the man they were discussing costs and the best places to trade off for his merchandise. He’d been cagey about what exactly it was, and she hadn’t pushed, because being nosy was the first sign that you might be a cop, after all.
SHIELD intel said that whatever it was, Ajax had been dealing rather indiscriminately with every warlord from South Sudan to the Korea, and they wanted to shut it down. The last thing the world needed was alien tech being used in major incursions across the globe.
“I’m here,” she said, stepping out of the Hummer daintily, a small laptop tucked under her arm. “You really need a better base of operations, Ajax.” She looked around and didn’t even have to feign most of the disgust she felt. “This place is a shit hole.”
