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DoorMan #61

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–Alexander Pierce–

"So, we are sure there is nothing left?" He asked, one more time, in front of the Heads, because they wanted to be included in the investigation into the disappearance and probable death of a very influential and important Head of HYDRA.

Sure, their philosophy of cutting off one head, two will emerge worked wonders when it came to low level or even middle level grunts but when it came to Heads of HYDRA, especially the one who was responsible for much of their exotic high end superhuman research?

Yeah, the difficulty in replacing someone like that was a lot higher, especially someone like Strucker because that man had his hands in so many pies no one knew about that it would be all but impossible to replace him.

"No, sir. We have scanned all of the known bases, confiscated all the electronics we could, a massive amount of physical paper as well, and interrogated all of the known associates but no one knows his whereabouts."

"And what of his assets? His hidden research facilities around the world?" He rolled his eyes at the hunger evident in Whitehall's voice as the two usually butted heads for resources, especially human resources during their meetings and Whitehall would probably like nothing more than to get his hands on his rivals' precious research, probably catapulting his standing above everyone else.

Like he would ever let that happen. After all, while the research both of them did was helpful to some extent, he firmly believed that the future of humanity was not becoming some monster or undergoing painful procedures just to become a bit more biologically resilient. No, it was order. Perfect order, something that his branch was working relentlessly for, and if recent successes are any indication, they were on track to succeed, if not in the next decade, then the decade after that.

BUT they will succeed.

Rumlow, ever the loyal soldier, said straight-faced, "We have been unable to locate any of the primary research centers of Herr Strucker. Despite our many attempts, the location data of any of these facilities has not been found in any of the data caches we have recovered. We are currently in the process of sifting through hundreds of thousands of [pages worth of physical data to get any clues."

"I see. Any clue about his latest scheduled trip to Lagos?"

And that was the clincher of the whole thing. As part of the whole making all the Heads accountable to the council, it was made a rule that for every risky meeting that a Head might go into, they were supposed to report it to the council who might provide a hand to their fellow colleague, should the need arise.

Obviously, all of them were way too prideful to ever ask for help BUT it did help in making sure that no one stepped on anyone else's toes. They did not want a repeat of what happened to his team when they set foot in Eastern Europe without informing anyone. That would just drop morale between their forces.

"About that, we have agents currently scouring the entire city for any clues but according to what digital surveillance we were able to collect, Herr Strucker was last seen heading out of the city. Nothing after that. The cars and the men that went with him have not been seen since."

"I see. This is highly irregular." Malick stated and he had to agree. They have been operating in the shadows for decades at this point, without any major failure across the board. He couldn't pinpoint a single time in the past multiple decades where they had to worry about the safety of the Heads.

Most of them were either way too well hidden or on important posts in important governments, practically guaranteeing their security. The only ones who have been assassinating heads of state and doing it successfully have been HYDRA itself and to have someone not just target but successfully take out one of their Heads was disturbing, to say the least.

"Motion to raise a highest level emergency clause: Authorise all asserts." He whistles internally, once he was on mute obviously. He hadn't expected all of the others to be this spooked, to agree to pool all their resources to get to the bottom of this.

Well, it worked in his favour, since he was the current Head of the Council and as such, their resources were now his to command. Obviously, these snakes would never hand over everything they had but even the part they were willing to hand over to his already large pile would make his next actions very smooth.

"Seconded."

"I Agree."

"I Agree."

"Agreed/"

"Agreed. For HYDRA!"

With each vote, his smile grew as he, at the end, pressed the button and said, "For HYDRA! HAIL HYDRA!"

"HAIL HYDRA!

"HAIL HYDRA!

"HAIL HYDRA!

With that, he swiped his hand on the table and the Video Conference shut off, revealing an empty office, the door to which opened soon after, revealing Rumlow.

Greeting the man with a smile, he asked the most important question, "So, what actually happened?"

Rumlow smiled and took out a tablet from his back and presented it to him, "This is the site we found. A hidden military bunker, buried under rubble. We are still in the process of digging through the whole thing but we have found one of the cars that Strucker used to exit the city."

"Hmm," He went over the footage. "And all the records have been deleted?"

"Yes. All digital as well as Physical copies have been deleted. One of the government archive floors caught on fire and destroyed all the copies of a series of bunkers around the country."

"Well done." He praised the man as he read through the rest of the report. "You think the bunker imploded?"

"Yes, sir. According to the schematics and what little we have been able to analyse based on the layers of debris, the base shouldn't have collapsed on its own. The boys think that some sort of high yield explosives acting on specific load bearing areas along with some strategic impacts on the concrete ceilings brought down the whole thing. We are talking tons of debris, sir."

"So, we might never know what happened down there." HE stated as he negligently swiped through the map on the tablet and then his eyes narrowed.

"Wait a minute. This-" He pointed at a closed building. "I know this place. This is one of Strucker's old facilities. Housing experimental organs purpose built for emergency transplants. Search this place as well. It is an underground basement with a ghost staff."

"I will send people to check it out. Any hostilities expected?" Rumlow asked him, which was fair of him because not all of HYDRA knew they were working for HYDRA.

"Just clean the entire facility. I don't want any ticking bombs from Strucker's side. Make sure to relocate the whole thing. It might help since Strucker must have visited that facility before leaving the city."

"I see. Thank you, sir. HAIL HYDRA!"

He waved the man off and then leaned back in his chair, looking up, smiling.

Strucker might have gone off and died somewhere and it might be a short term loss for HYDRA as a whole but his branch? They were about to get the biggest shot in the arm for all of their activities.

Over 80 Billion Dollars and counting, already in the process of being moved across shadow accounts across the world, to be used as funding to increase the pace of their work.

Sure, the Project INSIGHT was still a concept at this stage, but with additional funding and a little risk when it came to Zola, he might just get the entire thing built within the next three years.

After all, what good was freedom and free will if the entirety of the human race was in chaos?

He stood up and walked to the windows of his office, overlooking a small lazy river that went through the complex, an absolutely state of the art community where most of the occupants were HYDRA, just so he and his family could live a secure as well as luxurious life.

He could see it now. The savior of Humanity and the Earth, the leader of HYDRA.

It would not be long before Humanity realised that they needed HYDRA, needed him.


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DoorMan #62

Kamar Taj[February 14, 2008]

–Colin Baxter–

"Ah! I'm so bored. Why can't I go back to the Red Hearth again?" He whined, yes, whined about his current stay in Kamar Taj. It had been over two days since he was brought here by the Ancient One once he had officially given up the Stark Internship.

He had told the Dean about a personal problem that might stretch into weeks, and he might just have to take a rain check on the exams, to which the Dean replied in a very calm and concise manner, but the underlying meaning was clear.

What the fuck is wrong with you? That is the premier Internship program in the world.

With a little back and forth, along with an official email from Stark Industries explaining the abrupt and unfortunate cancellation of the program for confidential reasons, was more than enough for the University to get off his back. He now had 3 weeks till his finals, and if this whole Hell Vampire fiasco lasted beyond that, he might just have to take a gap year.

Speaking of the whole Vampire Fiasco, he turned to his side and saw the freaking Red Matron in the same room as him, casually munching on Apples. "What the fuck are you doing here? Isn't this like sacred land? Why aren't you up in flames yet?"

She kept eating her apple and then after spitting out the seeds like some kind of barbarian–very strong barbarian because the seeds created slight indents in the walls of the secure room he was holed up in, looked at him, "What fucking idiot taught you the basics of sorcerey, you illiterate fool. The designated guardian of a sacred place, ergo, your precious Ancient One, can invite someone in with stipulated conditions. Ergo, me being here without going up in flames."

"Oh yeah?" He snarked right back. All this time spent cooped up in a single place was not good for his mental health, "Like you have the guts to do anything in Kamar Taj. The Ancient One would skin you alive."

He suddenly leaned back into the chair, a slight chill running through the room as the Red Matron was suddenly way too close for comfort, "Watch your mouth, little Life-Giver. You might be able to hide behind your precious Ancient One or even the Psionic Dragon but for how long do you think you will survive without either of them? Know your place, baka~."

He blinked as the woman was back in her seat, munching on apples that never seemed to end, which might just be true considering what he knew about Sorcery and the infinite dimensions that the average sorcerer can see and can access, under the right circumstances.

The Vishanti's power probably made the process vastly easier, though, giving the Ancient One access to, for example, an entire dimension filled with apples.

One of the many handy dandy perks of being the head of a thousand year old order that practiced magic and not just any magic, interdimensional reality warping magic. The best kind.

He then blinked again, his brain taking a while to catch up, despite its enhanced status. "D-Did you just quote anime to me?"

The woman had the audacity to ignore him. Argh, he was so fed up with this.

He checked his laptop for the nth time he had been here. No progress on anything whatsoever.

Sure, there was some progress on the Extremis end but it was all technical jargon and more importantly, just a thinly veiled request for even more ridiculously specialised equipment that was hard as fuck to source on the open market, unless one was a private research company or a freaking country.

Which is why he was ignoring that email, for now. Procrastination for the win.

No reply from Shuri either and nothing on SHIELD's end as well. No new updates for their new satellite systems. He knew it was Project Insight but he just needed something to expose them once and for all. Sure, it might take down SHIELD with it but he was fine with that, as long as they served their purpose.

In his opinion, the single most significant thing that SHIELD ever did, at least in this century, was help in the creation of the Avengers. Sure, with or without their help, a group of heroes, with the same will to save people, would have gathered under a single umbrella to defend Earth from Loki and the Chitauri.

It just would have taken longer for all of them to gather in a single place, a little more time to establish a command structure, more time to get used to each other's moves, and probably would not have gotten a badass name like Avengers.

Probably would have been named something lame like Avengers League.

Which is why it was acceptable to him for SHIELD to become a casualty if the cancer that is HYDRA was rid of this world, once and for all.

*SIGH*

"Why, Stan Lee, Why?" He looked up at the ceiling and asked Marvel God, not Marvel Jesus, no, that is Deadpool, about his current condition.

He swore to Stan Lee himself, the timing of the door creaking open was so perfectly matched as he whirled around, almost dropping out of the ultra comfy chair he was sitting in, hoping for blissful release from boredom, the bane of everyone in his generation and it was…Wong.

"Aww…" He collapsed in his seat, and then turned around, shooting a Kinetic Laser at the Red Matron, who didn't even flinch as a veil of red appeared in front of her face and devoured it easily. She didn't even acknowledge the attack, so busy she was stuffing her face with apples.

How could she eat so much anyway? She hadn't even let him touch them while she continued to eat them by the dozens.

Wong came behind him and stood right by his chair, "I hope the Blood Apples are to your liking, Ms.Koscheyenka?"

The air in the room seemed to ripple as he looked up at Wong, who was looking placidly at the woman who had stopped eating what were apparently Blood Apples, and was straight up glaring at Wong.

He tensed, fingers barely restrained as he got ready to call forth everything he could muster up, just in case the crazy nutjob tried to attack them, and the protection the Ancient One put in place failed to completely stop her.

He couldn't hope to stop her at her full strength but if she was crippled by the protections of Kamar Taj and could only use a fraction of her strength? He could stop one of her attacks, more than long enough for both him and Wong to flee, come with backup and then crush her, Ancient Treaty be damned.

Abruptly, as if the previous bloodlust was just an act, she relaxed in her chair and began munching on the rest of her apple, before speaking, "I see that the Bald Headed Demon's attack dogs have gotten significantly more daring in the time I have been inactive. I don't suppose you know of–"

"--Of the Transylvania incident? Yes, I am more than aware of how you bit more than you could chew and had to call upon the Blood God's powers, which triggered Kamar Taj's protections, resulting in you being handily defeated by the Ancient One." Wong then smiled at her, which only seemed to rile her up even more.

Damn, the protections placed in Kamar Taj or more specifically, the restrictions placed on her by the Ancient One must be truly powerful or else, Wong would have been dead meat by now.

Then, as if on cue, all three of them looked to their side as a glowing orange portal opened up and the Ancient One came out of it. He squinted his eyes and heard a painful groan as the pure, absurdly blinding light coming out of the closing portal meant that the Ancient One just had a one to one meeting with the Vishanti.

He looked to the side and saw the Red Matron only looking mildly annoyed at the burns on her skin, which were visibly repairing as the portal closed.

"The Vishanti have spoken. Koscheyenka, you are hereby ordered to help us with the Vampire problem. Deal with the infestation and the Vishanti guarantees 1 billion Blood Apples, over the course of the next ten years."

His eyes widened as the Red Matron, unheeding of her injuries, skipped over and extended her hand to presumably handshake to seal the deal.

Instead, he saw her visibly stumble as a pair of Apples appeared in the sky, one zooming into her chest and the other disappearing into the sky, presumably leaving for the dimension that the Vishanti resided in.

"And the agreement is sealed. I hope you fulfill your end of the deal." The Ancient One said calmly and then turned around.

Before he could get a word in about these absolutely horrendous living arrangements, especially for a teenaged hyperactive mind, the Ancient One spoke, "You can go to the Red Hearth, Colin. I have updated the wards, and please, do tell Dr.Banner that he cannot access his powers as fluidly as before in that enchanted space. Do with that what you will."

Before he could even pump his fist at that, the scenery around him blurred, and he found himself standing right outside Kamar Taj, in the company of…

"Why are you here?" He pointed at her, who was, once again, eating a Blood Apple.




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