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Posted by Captain America
on 9/12/2008, 11:47 pm
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Steve Roger’s Apartment, New York City
“I understand Mrs. Rosenkrantz,” Steve says. He is standing on the stairs leading up to his floor with both arms full of grocery bags. His elderly neighbor woman is telling him for the third time this week about the noise coming from the basement. It wasn’t the Cap minded being the unofficial handyman for the entire building, to the contrary he rather liked it. The problem is the building was just old and sometimes old buildings just made noises for no reason.
“I heard it last night when I got up for my late night snack.”
“I’ll look at it tomorrow I promise. If you’ll excuse me maam I have to get my groceries put away.” Steve makes his way up the stairs glad to be on his way. He hadn’t had time for a lunch this afternoon so his stomach was growling. The pleasant aroma of pasta sauce cooking fills his nostrils as he reaches the top of the stairs. Steve makes his way down the hall trying to free up a hand to use his key. Turning the key, he opens the door.
“I didn’t know you were coming over Sam or I would have waited till you got here to pick up food,” Steve says carrying the bags towards the kitchen.
“I hope you bought breadsticks,” a familiar voice says from the kitchen. Sharon Carter walks out of the kitchen with a smile on her face. “There is plenty if Sam stops by.”
“Hey Sharon I wasn’t expecting you,” Steve says, setting the bags down on the counter. He begins to put the frozen food in the freezer while Sharon goes back to stirring the sauce. I wonder if Fury sent her, Steve thinks but he doesn’t ask. “Do you want me to run back to the store and get some bread?”
“No, we’ll be fine. What’s on the TV tonight?”
Even as Sharon finishes the question there is the shatter of glass and a small thud on the floor. Suddenly smoke begins to pour into the apartment and there is a second and much louder crash of glass.
“Get down,” Steve says grabbing a dish towel and handing it to Sharon. She takes the towel in one hand and covers her mouth and nose with it. She pulls her pistol with her other hand. “Cover me,” is all Steve says as he heads into the smoke filled living room. Sharon scans for movement as Cap makes his way low to the floor.
Steve moves through the smoke listening for movement. A figure leaps out of the smoke at him hitting Cap from the side. Steve does his best to roll with the blow, landing hard on his back but managing to keep his wind. Using his legs he manages to flip his assailant off of him. Both men stand into a fighting crouch sizing each other up. The man across from Steve is dressed in a black and red paramilitary uniform with many small pouches. He wears a mask complete with a rebreather.
“Spymaster…”
Jaizhong Temporary Embassy, New York City
Ambassador Lao watches as a group of workers carry in another bookshelf. He directs them to place it against the wall that faces his large window. Lao looks out at the city of New York which seems like an entirely different world from were he came from. Just five months ago he was a poorly fed guerilla fighter in the mountains of his homeland living from day to day. Now he on the eve of appearing at the United Nations in the morning to receive their recognition for his homeland, a dream come true.
“Sir,” his personal assistant Marcus asks. Markus was an American assigned to him to help Lao acclimate to his new surroundings. “I was getting ready to leave for the night and was wondering if you needed anything further?”
“No, Thank you very much Marcus,” Lao responds, his English strained. “You get home to your wife and your baby daughter.” Marcus nods and closes the door quietly leaving Lao to stare out the window at the city lights. There is a loud thump outside the door that makes the ambassador turn. The door opens and Marcus stumbles in clutching at his chest as a crimson stain grows on his chest.
A man walks into the room, a black uniform and a red beret on his head. Two other men follow him into the room dressed in the same manner and carrying small silenced sub machine guns. The other men begin to look around the room while the leader stands in front of Lao smiling.
“Good evening Ambassador you may refer to me as Jubai.”
“What the hell do you want? Do you realize that man has a family?”
“And as a government employee I am sure they will receive great benefits. Do not let yourself be concerned with such matters. Have you found anything” he says to the two armed men searching the room.
“All clear sir.”
“Then you may leave.” With that the two men withdraw from the room and close the door behind them. “Now ambassador I have a short speech for you to memorize” he says holding out a pair of note cards.
“I don’t care what you do to me, I will not cooperate…”
“What we do to you? Right now two of my men are personally escorting your family here to ensure you do exactly as we tell you…”
Italics are translated from Chinese
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