The engine was loud, vibrating through her body as she weaved through the traffic, the wind whistling in her ears, nearly drowning out the sounds coming through her comms.
Maybe if she drove fast enough the wind would actually drown out her handler so she could ignore him telling her that the Rising Tide had leaked her mission details,
had told the entire world - good and bad - where to find the Chitauri neural transmitter she was here to retrieve. This was her third mission in a row that had been leaked by the Rising Tide.
“Vous ne pouvez pas être ici! Comment avez vous fait pour rentrer, Mademoiselle?” A man in an expensive suit approached when she walked through the side door of the little French bistro.
“Agent Morse, avec le Shield.” A flash of her badge and the man let go of his arm.
“Shield?” A look of unease crossed the man's face as she reached into her mission pack for her x-ray tray and prints napkin.
“Pourquoi le Shield est-il ici? Est-ce que tout va bien? Y-a-t-il plus de ceux là?-” the man worried, a bead of sweat forming on his brow.
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