A Simple Mission [SHIELD/open]

[bobbi]

Intel fucked up! It was supposed to be a single person in and out mission. Grab the goods and go. The location was remote enough there was supposed to be jack shit for security. Well on the surface there was jack shit for security. On the surface. Beneath it however was teaming with the bad guys. Fucking Intel. It was a snatch and grab. They had something SHIELD wanted and she was sent to get it. She got it and was now running for her ever lovin' life. Fucking Intel.

Not eve Barbara Morse a.k.a. Mockingbird could have gotten out of this one alone. That had been quite evident when she got shot in the back of the neck with a fucking poisoned dart. She kept running until the poison took full effect and she fell face first onto the jungle floor. Fucking Intel.

Bobbi opened here eyes when she got doused with frigid water and back handed so hard she spit blood. Fucking Intel! Blurry blue eyes glared up at her attacker and she realized she was tied, not so nicely, to a chair. Her eyes went dead and empty, three years to train herself on how to withstand the pain. Not to mention her years as an Op anyway. "Who sent you?" One blond brow went up. "Santa Clause. He wanted me to find out if you were naughty or nice. Looks like someone isn't getting Christmas this year." Again a backhand and a bit more blood. Fucking hell, this was getting old. Unfortunately, her brain wasn't working at full capacity at this point in time which means her mouth had free reign.

A really ugly man with worse breath leaned in close. "Who... sent... you....?" Cold and dead blue eyes looked at him. "Your daddy, he wanted me to bring his little bitch home. He said to tell you the code phrase was 'Bend over daddy's home." That one earned her a lights out. Fucking Intel.

Bobbi came too in a tiny ass cell and her head was killing her. She couldn't figure out why her body ached. Then she remember she had been poisoned and roughed up a bit. No... Something was wrong... She could barely see out of her right eye and she didn't remember him causing that. Think Bobbi, think... Why are you so out of it? Her head started to pound as flashes of the 'interrogations' came back to her in bits and pieces. She had left her SHIELD stuff in a safe place just in case.

They had been trying to find out who sent her and what she knew. Not much apparently... Or was that because she was smarting off to them the whole time. Could have been, or that she fought back. There were a couple of them dead she remembered that. How long had she been here? Her hands were tied and she did such a girl thing, she lifted the leg of her pants to see how long the hair on her leg was. It was usually something she could judge by. Four days... maybe five. Nearly a week. She was supposed to be back at HQ by now. Fucking Intel.

She did like being enclosed like this, not one lick. Gingerly she tried to pick herself up and she fell back to the ground and grunted in pain. What the hell? Her eyes traveled to her left leg and saw her knee swollen to the size of a softball. Shit, they got smart. She wondered how bad it really was, hopefully nothing that was going to take her out of commission for too long. All she can do now is wait until she heals up enough or someone notices she's missing.

[ayden1]

Steve was worried, which was never a good sign. Steve only ever worried when it was regarding the safety of his team-mates. He would often throw everything out the window to ensure that they made it out of the mission alive, as he had experienced the horrible experience of losing a companion during war. That horrible day that he lost Bucky to the maniacs of World War II. Before he met Bucky, he had thought that he would never ever need to work alongside someone, but it was obviously evident how much he had lost when Bucky had disappeared and supposedly died back near the end of World War II.

Steve's eyes flicked open to the commands of the officer in the helicopter. He looked down at himself and what he was wearing. A Jungle Camo Military Uniform which was a little different to what he was used to. There was no patriotic costume for him to be allowed to use, this was the battlefield and a covert operation. He glanced over his objectives in his mind, retrieve the pick-up for S.H.I.E.L.D but most importantly, get intel on the condition and whereabouts of Agent Mockingbird. With a suppressed M9 pistol and a tactical knife for use, Steve was ready to relive his war-time memories.

Standing up, he moved to the back of the helicopter and prepared his parachute pack. They were already flying below radar, so this jump would literally be a jump and then wait for a few seconds before pulling the chute. He watched the red signal above the trunk of the chopper, waiting for the green light to jump. He could feel the hot sticky air of the jungle below as he waited. The light turned green and Steve lept out of the airborne vehicle. He sped towards the ground and trees before pulling the chute. He was jerked backwards as he braced himself to come into collision with the trees and branches.

Ejecting his chute, he came flying with momentum towards the ground, crashes through branches before hitting the ground with a solid thud. He rolled and rolled before he pressed his arms forward to brace impact with a tree trunk. His forearms collided with the branch, effectively stopping his momentum but also causing a bit of damage to the muscle and bone. "Damn it..." He spat as he stretched his forearms out. He knew if this place was a hotspot, then they would have detected his chute, and so he immediatley moved to the nearest bush and lay in wait.

He was correct in his assumptions, as three guards came to the location of his chute. They began speaking in a language he did not understand, which was strange for Steve as he was quite fluent in many languages. They were not aware of his presence, nor were they even aware that he was alive. Steve waited in the bush, effectively concealed due to his camoflague. They began inspecting the chute in the trees, assessing it as American. One of them pulled a radio from his belt and began to speak into it.

{Translated} - "Enemy infiltration is apparent. Parachute appears to be American. Could be allies of the woman; inspecting the perimeter."

Two of them turned their backs to Steve, which was the moment he needed. Darting out of the bush, he charged directly and silently towards the one on the phone. Steve smashed his fist into the man's kidney, before grabbing his body and wrenching it into the floor. Stamping his foot down, he pulled his own M9 and quickly fired two bursts of two bullets into the two other soldiers. They dropped like ragdolls. Clicking his gun, he holstered it, but kept the knife in his hand as he leant down to the soldier on the ground. "English?" The soldier mumbled in opposition, but Steve pressed his knee against his forehead, crushing it slowly with his weight.

"I said, English?!"
"Yes, I speak!"

"I thought so, you've got too advanced equipment to be rural." Steve reached into one of his pouches as he pulled out a map and pointed to a particular area near a deep creek. Nodding once to the man, he smiled gently, before grabbing the soldiers right hand and lightly pressing the knife against the index finger. It was a silent message showing what he would do if the soldier didn't brief him.

"How many men have you positioned in the area?"
"I don't know."

In complete and utter quickness, Steve dug the knife in and dislodged the finger from the soldier's hand. Immediatley it began spurting out blood and the soldier screamed in pain.

"AAAAGGH!!!!"
"You seem to think I'm joking? I am not joking. You've got my friend, and I'll cut every damn finger off if you don't tell me where she is."
"Th-...The creek leads to a...a cavern. B-but it's heavily guarded."
"Yet, you have a second entrance, don't you?"
"No...I-..."

Steve moved the knife to the man's middle finger. The soldier immediatley screamed in protest as the knife touched his flesh.

"Please!!! It...it's a tunnel that...can be reached by going through the northeast m-manhole..." The soldier raised his finger and pointed at the location of the manhole. Steve nodded, before ramming his knee into the man's skull, knocking him unconscious. Standing up, he sighed slowly as he looked down at his handiwork. He had only been here for two minutes and already he had killed two soldiers and tortured a third. Yet, when it came to his companions, he would do anything. And, for Bobbi, he felt a great deal of compassion for the woman as she had endured three years of absolute hell. He had to find her.

(If you like, your next post can be more interrogation, but also include the news of Cap's arrival. Then my next post will be him coming to the rescue. Also, sent a PM your way.)

Edit: Adding the OOC stuff.

[Brand]

SHIELD was generally pretty good with the intel they gave to their agents before a mission, but sometimes, they were either misinformed or not given enough information. And in those cases… shit tended to hit the fan, leaving those agents in varying amounts of trouble. Brand knew this all too well; after all, her last mission with her sisters started out with not enough intell and ended with Anna and Grace’s death.

She was surprised to hear in the mission brief that the agent they were going to rescue was Mockingbird. She had disappeared three years ago, and Brand had assumed that she had been killed during a mission or something. She didn’t know the other agent that well since she was usually grouped with her sisters for missions, and by the time Anna and Grace died, Mockingbird had already disappeared.

She stood next to Steve on the helicopter, using the final few moments to adjust her parachute before they were given the green light. She jumped out a few seconds after him and then waited a few more seconds before jerking on the cord to pop open the chute. It was a shame there wasn’t some type of clearing for them to land in, but they would just have to deal.

She brought her arms up to shield her face as she crashed through the tops of the tree branches. Branches creaked and snapped around her before she ejected from the parachute. Her hands closed around a branch and she flipped around it, getting rid of some of her excess momentum before she dropped roughly to the ground. It wasn’t one of her best landings, but it worked and she only had a few scrapes, so it was good enough for now.

A voice cried out something in a foreign language, and Brand frowned, sliding back so she was hidden against the tree. The second time he said something, she could easily understand him- and it was times like this that Brand was thankful that she was omnilingual.

“The second parachute landed somewhere in this direction…”

She slid around the tree, peering around as the man approached her parachute. A sudden burst of gunfire made him stop and Brand frown. As if the parachutes weren’t obvious enough…

She took advantage of the man’s momentary distraction to sneak up behind him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she deftly twisted them to the side, snapping his neck. He dropped silently to the ground and Brand stepped away from him with a frown. Honestly, she had expected this to be a lot harder.

It was rather easy for her to find Steve- she just had to follow a man’s screams of pain. Not surprising, really, but Brand would have preferred it if he had kept quiet.

“You’ve got a way in, right?” she asked the super soldier as she slid around a tree and made her way over to him. They had to rescue Mockingbird- Brand would do everything in her power to prevent someone else being killed in action.

[bobbi]

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent couldn't tell how far underground they were. All she knew was there was some sort of fully operational and fully loaded base underneath the jungle floor. She had no way of knowing if it was the materials or just how deep they were that kept them from being picked up on the scanners that Intel had used before sending her on her merry way. Had she been up on current movies she'd have equaled it out to The Pit from GI Joe. What she did know was it was dark as hell in the fucking cell and she was starting to freak a bit. Three years of being locked in a room had caused the agent to get more than a little claustrophobic. This was not going to bode well for her or her captors if she ever caught her balance again. Must by why they kept doping her up. Too bad for them it was wearing off, too bad for her too because she was hurting like hell.

The door to the cell opened and she blinked because the assholes just had to put a light directly across from the opening. "Motherfu..." Yay another backhand. This was getting old and quick. Still not in complete control of her body and her hands tied behind her, Bobbi rocketed up and drove her shoulder into the guards gut and slammed him into the wall. A backflip directly after had her hands in front of her much to the other guards shock. A spinning snap heel kick brought him down and she started looking for the keys to the cuffs. She grabbed the two guns and then grinned as she grabbed the two batons the guys had. Well... Now she knew what it was like to be on the wrong end of herself when pissed off.

Speaking of which she looked down and blinked. No wonder she was so freaking cold. She stripped one of the guards down to his boxers and got dressed. Of course they didn't want her keeping her outfit, it afforded too much protection. What? They thought keeping her in pain and naked would make her more vulnerable? Pffft. She never thought she'd have a reason to thank that bastard until now. Quietly she slipped out of the cell and shut the door, locking the other two in. What she wouldn't give to be able to whistle and have her stuff come running to her like a well trained dog. "Come on guys... Here Birdie's things. Come on, come to mama." The words were said low and to herself. So far so good.

As she rounded the corner she literally ran head first into one of the biggest men she'd ever seen up close and personal. "Oh fuck...." No way in hell should she have gone flying ten feet through the air and hit the wall as hard as she did. But it happened. The blond head lifted as she looked the man over and wondered what the hell he was wearing. Blue eyes got huge when the man started to run right at her and was gaining speed. Mock barely rolled out of the way in time and wobbly got onto her feet. "No fair, you get the good toys." Something told her the pea shooter wasn't going to work so she took off down the corridor. There were so many twists and turns she ended up in a dead end. The, whatever, was right behind her and her back was to the wall. She heard the snap earlier and knew she'd broken a rib or two and once the adrenaline wore off she was fucked.

Warily she eyed the man when he stopped about twenty-five feet away from her. Her head tilted a bit as he didn't attack and too late she felt the trap. The gas filled the corridor and as weak as she was, Bobbi didn't last long before she dropped. But she heard the bastard laughing. Oh when she got out of this he was a dead man.

Bobbi woke up to feeling herself being stripped and strapped to something cold and metal. Her eyes barely opened when the pain laced her through her brain from the bright lights. "What the fuck?" After blinking several times she tried to look around at the torture chamber disguised as a lab. Before she could say another word a scream ripped through her throat as the electricity coursed through her. It lasted only a few seconds but the bastard had her attention for the moment. "Who do you work for?" God not this again, it was getting redundant. "The IRS." A scream was ripped from her again. Well, she now knew one thing... the IRS were still the most hated people in the world.

[ayden1]

(Just so you can get a feel for the post...I posted to This. The animation also sets the mood as well and gives you a idea of what was going through my head.)

Leaning down, still next to the unconscious body of the man he had interrogated, Steve was studying the map. He was getting a feel for possible positions where soldiers would be placed. The creek would obviously need to be kept on watch, and so using that as a infiltration route was out of the option. The manhole the soldier spoke of was in a secluded area that looked to be surrounded by firm bushland. That was a advantage, as he could use the bush to camoflague and silently enter the manhole. Yet, he had absolutely no idea what the inner compound looked like, and had no idea what to expect.

Hearing a noise behind him, he immediatley grabbed the unconscious body and pushed it in front of him as a shield whilst he pointed his gun at the noise. It was Brand. What the hell?! Was he so focused on the mission that he had completely forgotten he had a partner? I specifically requested no assistance. he thought to himself in irritation. He wasn't mad at Brand, well, maybe he was mad at the fact that he now had to show concern for the safety of another team-mate. "I work better in these situations alone, Abigail. You have to know that my one main priority is to get Bobbi out of there; I can't be distracted with your safety. I suggest you stay here and set up our extraction point." Steve folded the map up and placed it in his pouch. Flicking the slide of the M9 forward, he checked to see if there was no malfunctions with the bullet cocking; it was fine. Standing up, he looked at Abigail for a few moments, feeling slightly bad that he was literally just abandoning her and leaving her to wait. "If you feel you must assist me, there is a main entrance to the caverns at the head of the creek. You can set fire to the surrounding bush land to make a distraction that will allow me a easier infiltration." He knew that a fire would definitely give Steve more than enough cover to get into the place and retrieve Bobbi. "Under no circumstances are you to follow me in. Do I make myself clear? If the shit hits the fan, I'll contact you." Steve was in his World War II mode, there was no nice guy here; he was in his true super soldier persona with a steel will and a damn effective instinct to back it up.

Steve made one last nod before he set off to find the north east manhole. Weaving his way through bushes, his eyes scanned every single tree and trunk that could be used to hide someone. He had to admit, his woodland experience was no where near as up to date as his urban experience. But, desperate times called out the best in the super soldier. After ten minutes or so of travelling, Steve's ears could pick up the sound of a creek, and also the very light sound of conversations. Peering through a scope, he made out a total of four soldiers patrolling up and down the creek, scanning the surrounding region, but mostly keeping a eye on the water. They were the ones talking. Steve's eyes continued scanning as he noticed a rifle sticking out of a bush. Bingo, that's where the northeast manhole was. The soldier was concealed, but his rifle was not. Amateurs.

Here came the difficult part, some how circling are the creek and getting to the man hole without being detected by five soldiers. Taking a deep breath, he pulled a grenade out of his pack, but didn't pull the pin. Instead, he lobbed the explosive to land in the middle of the creek.

PLONK!

The soldiers instantly began shouting as their eyes picked up the grenade in the creek. Some literally dived, others covered their heads, bracing for the explosion. But nothing happened. Steve smirked as they looked confused, and he slowly crawled from his position in the bushes. Sliding slowly, he moved closer and closer to the manhole. The soldiers were too busy bickering and investigating the mystery grenade, some moved to where they believed the grenade to be thrown from; which is exactly what the Super Soldier wanted. The bottom line was, all of them were facing the wrong direction, giving him a easy opening to flank the soldier guarding the manhole.

Coming around from the side, Steve grabbed the man whom was prone on the ground around the neck and applied a very strong chokehold. Within seven seconds, the soldier was muffled and then passed out. Leaving his rifle proned there, to make it appear as though he was fine, Steve made it into the manhole. He looked around, it was a small and tight tunnel space, obviously used as a secondary escape point incase the place was ever invaded. Smirking, Steve pushed himself to the ground and began crawling through the small tunnel. His M9 in his right hand and his knife in his left, he continued crawling, hoping to all things that Brand was following orders and that Bobbi was alive.

[jazz]

All the people in town and cities alike saw was a contrail high above forming as what had to be a new tiny super sonic jet went screaming past. What was creating the contrail was one extremely pissed off SHIELD agent. He was pushing himself to new speed records for himself, his partner was in trouble, and they sent the wrong team to pick her up. He could still hear it in his ears when his commanding officer congratulated him on his latest mission only to tell him that they had sent the dingle berries on parade after Bobbi. Her last mission seemed to be a bust and they sent Captain Outdated and SHIELD's current Barton Retard in Training Brand for his partner. God that burned, they should have called him back, they should have kept her out of that mission until he was done with the erupting volcano in the South. Good lord he could feel the rage building and he put it all into the lower half of his body using his anger to fuel the afterburner thrust he was creating, this was so not going to happen. He had never relied on anyone else to get his partner or team out of a situation and it wasn't going to start now.

"Yeah, Kid Birdie went missing after she was supposed to pick something up. So we sent two of the best. Brand and Captain America. So you have nothing to worry about..............Kid?"

Without giving the senior officer a chance he had started putting a bag together with some of Bobbi's extra gear and battle weapons. Throwing in a quick medical kit, complete with pain killers, and her uppers that she kept in her desk drawer he flipped off the officer as he used concussive fire blasts to blow the roof of Headquarters above him into the sky. "FLAME ON!" He launched hot and fast melting the tile below him as he went screaming out of the headquarters. Bobbi had to be okay, he swore if she wasn't they were going to have a rogue agent to deal with. In his head was the talk they had at her place after their "Hey Nice getting thrown together as partners lets actually find out if we can work together lunch." He had learned a lot and shared a lot with Bobbi, something he didn't do often, and it wasn't something he wanted to do again any time soon. So pushing on more flame power he pushed himself faster, often gasping breaths between extreme pushes for extreme thrust.

Some time before he knew it he was flying into Moroccan Air Space and two old cold war era MIG fighters were streaking at him. Not wanting to slow down he lifted a hand and melted his way right through both of them. He didn't even bother to check the pilots for bail outs. He had something more important to deal with on his mind. Checking his scanner he was starting to get closer to Captain America and Brand's SHIELD signal he had to find Bobbi, had to make sure his partner was okay. Dropping his arms down to create less drag against him his mind was dragged back to six months ago.

"Standing there in his best SHIELD dress uniform he couldn't believe what he was doing. Standing on the front left carrying a casket that held the lifeless body of one SHIELD Agent Richard 'JP' Yardale on his shoulder. Tears were hot in his eye's behind the sunglasses that he wore, JP had been his partner ever since he was reassigned to RECON 2 for the last year and a half and the two had built a strong friendship. He moved with practiced steps on complete instinct as he helped to carry the big guy to his final resting place. Helping to lower the casket he was fighting the need to tear the casket open and get JP to give up the joke. Stepping back he felt a soft tiny hand rest upon his shoulder and turning around he saw the pain and sympathy in the eyes of Rose Yardale the wife of seven years, widow of three months. He couldn't face her as he turned back to the casket he couldn't deal with the look in her eyes. There was no blame in her eyes no hatred that would have made it so much easier to blame himself for the lack of intelligence on their last assignment. He could feel the damaged ribs acting up as he stood there the strain of carrying his partner almost more than his broken body could give, but he refused to allow anyone else lay his partner down. He turned to Kevin Yardale and there he found the one thing he needed the six year old boy's eyes were filled with utmost hatred for anyone wearing a SHIELD uniform. Johnny found himself unable to say anything to do anything, so he turned around again and helped get Rose and Kevin to the limo after the preacher man was done."

Shaking his head hard out of the past he looked up and knew tears for his old partner were still in his eyes. "Please JP, help me get there in time. I can't do that again." Kicking it up once more he took a deep breath and pushed so hard he swore he would black out from the G-Force of his flight, he had to get there in time. He had to get there to her, there wasn't any other option for Johnny. "Don't worry Bobbi, Johnny's coming, and I'll never be late again."

[Brand]

Brand simply blinked at Steve as he leveled the gun at her, then shook her head with a slight frown. Really, now, he knew that she was working with him on this mission. This was too important of a mission for SHIELD to send someone off alone to complete it- rescue missions always were.

“Alone?” Brand retorted, crossing her arms. “You don’t need to worry about my safety, I can take care of myself, you know.” She sighed, then nodded once. Orders were orders, after all, no matter how much you hated them. And it was a good plan, let one person sneak in and the other to create a distraction outside…

“Got it, Captain.” She continued. “Get in there and save her.”

She watched him as he made his way towards the manhole entrance, then turned on her heel and headed in the opposite direction. Distraction? She could do distraction, since apparently she was forbidden from actually going in there…

Brand easily made her way through the forest, approaching the clearing at the head of the creek. It worried her a bit that she didn’t run into anyone, but she pushed that aside- she could worry about that later, after all.

She crouched down at the beginning of the clearing- soldiers were patrolling around the entrance, occasionally talking into radios they carried. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but that didn’t really matter, at least right now. She placed her hand on the ground, her blue fire increasing rapidly in temperature until the brush caught on fire. She then slid away, ducking around several trees to set another portion of the field on fire.

The sound of a branch cracking made Brand whirl around suddenly, her fire surrounding her hands. A soldier stood there, pointing his gun at her.

<< “Freeze!”>> he commanded, and Brand raised her hands slowly, frowning slightly. The soldier approached her, keeping his gun pointed at her.

<<“Who are you?”>>

<<“Pizza Delivery?”>> Brand responded, kicking her leg up suddenly, kicking the gun out of the soldier’s hand. She kicked her other leg up, hitting him squarely in the chest, then whirled around, swinging her fist that was still surrounded with fire at his face.

Instinctively, he reached up to grab at her fist, and Brand smirked, rapidly increasing the temperature of the fire. He cried out in pain, and Brand swung her other first around, hitting him in the face and knocking him out cold.

[bobbi]

Pain. It was pretty much all the blond SHIELD agent was feeling at the moment. She'd often said she'd been through worse but this is seriously taking the cake. "Who do you work for and what was your mission?" Were the fucking serious? They caught her with the damn package what the hell did they mean what was the mission? Maybe there was a communication problem between surface and underground. Her mind started racing as she wondered if those up top were working independently or if the contracted for something they didn't let the underground know about. Alright she was just to damn delirious to be thinking straight if that's the leap her logic took. Bobbi was snapped out of her reverie by another scream being torn from her body. Fuck... Oh yeah... He asked her something... "I... work for... for.... INS.... You are all under arrest." She did a quick mental calculation on how many more alphabet agencies she could go through. Oh good... She had a long list left.

Blue eyes narrowed when the electric shock didn't come. She scanned the room and tried to find out where the next point of attack was coming from. Birdie watched as two men approached her and took her off the table. She tried to fight but she wasn't feeling her muscles much at the moment and it was kind like trying to wipe the drool of lips that had been injected with novacaine. This couldn't be good. They strapped her wrists above her head and her ankles to the floor. This felt vaguely familiar. "Who do you work for? Who sent you?" Bobbi decide to switch tactics and maybe use an agency people liked. "I'm with the KFC. I was sent to find the thirteenth herb and spice." She heard the crack right before she felt the whip strike her back. That's why it was familiar! She didn't scream. This she knew, they didn't like that she didn't scream. Tough shit.

"This is getting us nowhere. She's worthless at the moment. Throw her back into her cell and I'll deal with her later. And don't tend her, she can deal with the pain." You have know idea you stupid motherfucker." Bobbi was taken out of the cuffs and shackles and dragged back to the cell. A different one this time as she was all but shoved into a hole. Fucking hell.

[ayden1]

Getting into the place was easy enough. The tunnel from the manhole didn't seem to go for too long, and it was a simple crawl to the edge. As the tunnel went further and further along, it began to get wider and wider, becoming so wide that Steve was able to stand in a crouched position. A door appeared towards the end, which had a dial that resembled something off a bank safe. Turning the wheel slowly, he prepared himself for anything that might be around the corner. He was in a zone of concentration, which reminded him of his time in World War II when he was charged with infiltration missions. Sometimes he would have to work without the aid of Bucky, which was a change; but nonetheless not any easier.

CREEK!

It made a lot more noise than Steve anticipated. Cursing under his breath, he immediatley recognised the sound of footsteps coming from arounf the hallway. Before he even had a chance to move, a militia-man appeared with a rifle in his hands. Steve acted out of pure instinct and charged forward with blinding speed. He smashed his forearm into the mans neck, before quickly switching his arm to a grip around the neck and plummeting the head towards the ground with a resounding crash. The body was knocked unconscious due to the contact of head hitting the hard industrial ground. Steve brushed his hand over the man's equipment. He had nothing of use, which was a little bit frustrating.

Steve's paint covered face scanned down the hall, looking for some kind of clue as to where Bobbi would be being held. This place was literally just like a prison, there were no real schematics to the place, it was just a number of corridors, hallways and turns. Taking out his M9 and Tactical Knife, he slowly moved down the corridor. His feet slowly moved in a pattern down the corridor, lessening any sound that could possibly be created from his steps. With the corridors like they were, echoes would be apparent and Steve had to take that into consideration.

A scream coming from the distance caught Steve's attention. It was a woman's scream; meaning it had to be Bobbi. Rogers' teeth gritted at the thought of one of his partners being tortured. Hold it together, Rogers. You can't rush this. He commanded himself as he resisted the urge to run to where she was. It was a good thing, as from behind him, he heard shouting. Someone had discovered the body he had recently put down. Cursing to himself for not hiding it, he pressed himself against the wall, out of sight of two soldiers doing hallways patrols.

{Translated}"Man down in corridor just outside the manhole exit. Moving to Alert status. Will pursue and engage."

Steve had no time to deal with those two, but knew now that his entry was public knowledge. He quickly moved towards where the screams had come from. Quickly, and quietly, he scanned corridors and rooms, his pistol and knife levelled at the chest of anyone who would happen to enter his eyesight. But surprisingly, there was no one. A frown reached Steve's face as he continued down the hallways, getting closer and closer to where he imagined the scream had come from.

He could hear the buzzing of a electrical machine, most likely meaning some form of torture weapon. With a grunt of anger, he pressed himself against the wall next to the doorway and prepared himself. Taking a few moments, in one fluid motion, he turned and face the room. His gun quickly darted from side to side, but there was no one. All he was graced with was the sight of blood and some form of a table. He slowly walked into the room and checked the area. Moving towards some blood on the ground, he gently placed his finger in it; it was warm and still quite thick; meaning it was fresh. He would have to follow the very small traces of blood in the room.

CHINKT!![/i][/size]

The sound of rifle being cocked was a incredibly familiar sound for Steve and he knew at that moment he had walked into a trap. With a sigh, he turned around slowly, his hands in the air as he dropped his pistol and knife. "Nice. I didn't expect that." There were only two soldiers; the very same two whom had discovered the body on the ground near his entry point. Steve cursed once more, knowing he should've takne them out. Placing his hands behind his head, he stood thered, no fear in his eyes as he waited to see what would happen.

{Translated}"We've located the intruder. Male, blonde hair and blue eyes. Looks to be American. He is at our gunpoint, orders?"

[Brand]

Brand knelt down next to the man she had just knocked out, relieving him of his radio. She then rested her hands on his neck, deftly yanking it to the side. His neck snapped, killing him instantly. She picked up the gun that she had kicked out of his hand and slung it over her shoulder, continuing her way through the forest.

<<”We've located the intruder. Male, blonde hair and blue eyes. Looks to be American. He is at our gunpoint, orders?"”>>

Fuck. They caught Rogers. Fucking hell. What the hell should she do now? She frowned, her mind racing as she knelt down and set another portion of the field on fire.

Distraction… He wanted a distraction? That’s what she’d do.

She pulled out the radio and clicked it on. <<”More intruders located around the manhole and the surrounding area!” >> She ordered into it, in a hopefully decent imitation of the other soldier’s voice. <<”Heavily armed, request back up immediately!”>>

Hopefully, that would send them off in the opposite direction, and the wild goose chase would distract them for a bit. Another soldier suddenly burst out from around the tree in front of her- Brand wasted no time and quickly grabbed him around the neck, holding a knife at his throat.

<< “Where are your prisoners kept?”>> She hissed in his ear, putting the slightest bit of pressure against the knife.

<<”I’m not going to talk.”>>

<<”I guess you don’t want kids, then.”>> She responded calmly, keeping one arm around his neck and tracing the other with the knife down his chest and resting it someplace a bit lower.

<< "I don’t have all day. Spill.">>

Brand smirked as he answered her, then she jerked her hands to the side, snapping his neck. He dropped to the ground, unmoving. Two down, God only knows how many to go.

She slid through the forest, approaching the main entrance. The fires she had set were finally noticed- the soldiers had raced out to extinguish the flames, leaving the front entrance mostly unguarded. After all, who would expect someone to slip around them? A swift hit to the back of the neck with her retrieved gun knocked out the single guard left and Brand raced into the base. If you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself, she supposed.

[bobbi]

Bobbi gripped the edge of the opening. No way in hell was she going to let them shove her into a hole without anyway out. The guard had turned his back when his radio went nuts about intruders and the like. Steve? Figures it would be him, but how the hell did he get caught? Didn't matter, the guard wasn't paying attention to her, bonus. As much pain as she was in Mockingbird grabbed that stubborn pride of hers and pulled herself up. Thank God she was good at acrobatics. The blond pulled herself up into a hand stand, and balanced precariously on the edge. Her legs wrapped around the guards neck and she flipped him into the whole, and then she back bended neatly onto her feet. "This will be a story for the kids. No honey, your mommy wasn't a whore but a lot of guys saw her naked." Blue eyes rolled, she needed clothes.

Her back was covered in blood, fortunately, it wasn't dripping. No sense in leaving a trail for them to follow. Carefully, as she could Bobbi made her way until she came up behind a guard. Her arm slipped around his neck and she whispered in his ear. "Tell me where my things are and I promise it won't hurt. Don't tell me and you are going to find out how many ways a pissed off naked lady can make you scream." There must have been something in her tone, because the guy stammered out the directions. She made good on her promise and snapped his neck. Then she relieved him of his weapons.

Slowly, she made her way to where he said her things were kept. If he was lying she'd go back and mutilate his corpse. With all the commotion going on, whatever guards there were, had taken off. Thank God. It took a bit but she finally got into the storage room. It took even longer to find her gear. Not good. Quickly, Bobbi got dressed and grabbed her battlestaves. It was on now. The bitches were totally going down for this. But first the rescuer needed to be rescued. Who the hell else was here? With a growl Bobbi set off and tried to figure out where they had grabbed him. Probably where they were torturing her. Good a place as any to start, so that's where she headed.

[ayden1]

Steve was annoyed at himself for so easily being discovered, but that irritation disappeared slowly as he started to asess the situation. Two men directly in front of him with militia assault rifles. He himself was now unarmed, but that was never a problem for Steve Rogers; his unarmed combat was second to absolutely no one. Placing his hands behind his head, he locked eyes with the younger man on the right. "You haven't even turned the safety off, son." The younger man's eyes widened as he hesistated and resisted the urge to take a look at his weapon. Just, at that very moment, a radio signal came in, catching both of the soldiers attention.

That's all Steve needed. Darting forward to the left man, he latched onto his rifle, smashed it upwards into his face and then, pivoting his left leg out, tossed the man over in one fell swoop. His entire body flipped and smacked hard against the solid ground. The younger man panicked and brought his rifle up level at Steve, but the super soldier had already acted. He pushed the rifle towards the ground, snapped a right backhand into the mans face. The young man stumbeled backwards, before Steve pushed his arm across the man's chest in a clothesline positon. Pushing his leg behind the body, he forced it to the ground in one violent action. The young man's body sped into the ground, his head whiplashing against the ground. He was immediatley unconscious. Picking up a rifle off the ground, Steve returned to the older soldier and smashed the butt across his face, knocking him out as well.

"Never take your eye off the ball, gentlemen." With a smirk, Steve picked up his pistol and tactical knife. Suddenly, however, he heard the sound of footsteps. These footsteps seemed lighter, but nonetheless were they fast. Preparing his weapons, he pushed himself against the corner of a wall and preapred to ambush the person. With slow breaths, his ears predicted the time the individual would be in clear view of the Super Soldier. Now.

Darting around the corner, he levelled his weapon at the individual. It was Bobbi Morse. With a smirk, Steve lowered his weapons and scanned the body of the S.H.I.E.L.D Agent. She looked a little worse for wear, and the blood stains over her clothing was nonetheless disheartening. "You alright?" It was a stupid question, but then again, Steve was that kind of point out the obvious father figure to most people.

[Brand]

The bastard freaking lied. That much was obvious to Brand as she raced through the base, totally lost, while being chased by a bunch of the goons. She had burst into what she thought was the room that they were holding Bobbi in...only to discover that it was in fact, their dining room... and there were several soldiers in there.

If she hadn't killed the bastard already, she would have gone back and found him and killed him out of spite.

"Sorry, wrong room!" She said brightly, turning around and then running like hell. Really, this was just her luck- especially with the way this mission was going.

She knew that she couldn't take them on all at once- so her plan was to run- which would force them to come after her one at a time, enabling her to easily take care of them. And her plan was succeeding too, for the most part.

She skidded around the corner, racing past the figures of Bobbi and Steve before continuing down the hallway… wait. She slid to a stop, turning around and waving at the two.

“Nice to see you two have time to chit chat, but we need to get the hell out of here now!” she called out. "The outside's probably still burning, you know, and the goons aren't happy. At all."

[bobbi]

Someone was going to die when she got back to base. A horrible and terrible death and she was going to get thrown into the loony bin. Because it will be guaranteed that Bobbi Morse was going to be laughing like a loon when she slaughtered whoever the fuck came up with the intel for this mission. She had a least found her gear which was good, but her wounds were open and bleeding all over her clothing. That wasn't good. She hadn't hurt this much since she got back. What she was worried about was the fact that she was starting to have flashbacks. It was getting harder for her to realize she wasn't in that other world anymore. The pain was similar to what the bastard inflicted and it was fucking with her head.

As she came around the corner she nearly collided with Cap. All she saw was the weapon leveled on her. She slid to a stop and spun, lashing out a kick in order to disarm him. However, he was already lowering his weapon so she whiffed it. The voice cut through the fog and she blinked. How was she? She was hurting like hell, pissed off beyond belief, and believing she was starting to lose her mind. ”I'm good, how are you? Bring me coffee?” Blue eyes blinked and her head tilted as a green haired woman ran past them. ”Brand?” She watched the woman slide to a stop and waving at them. ”Did you bring coffee?” Her head turned when she heard the other sets [multiple] of feet coming towards them.

The blond was pissed beyond all belief and she slipped out her battlestaves and was more than ready, at least in her fury, to meet the fuckers as they came up on them. She looked over her shoulder at Brand. ”I so owe them an ass kicking. They stole my stuff!” In the back of her mind she had this image of Cap throwing her over his shoulder and dragging her off as she hurled insults at the enemy. She was pretty sure that was probably going to become a reality soon, but damn it, she wasn't quite in her right mind really. Oddly enough she was eerily calm in her highly pissed off state and that can't ever be good. Ever.