Episode 52 I really need a team

National Strategic Logistics, Enforcement and Intervention Division, New York headquarters

"Who is he and why is there nothing about him in our database?" Nick Fury asks as he drops a folder on a desk.

"Everyone here has been looking for information for two months." Nick said, looking with his one eye at each agent behind a computer.

They all felt as if that one eye was watching them and judging them as incompetent.

"Sir, all our agents in Russia are safe."

"Good news, what's the bad news?"

"There are no informants of what happened, the remaining agents are only from Intel and they can't leave their posts, after the incident with the chancellor our operatives can't get close enough."

Nick stared at the guy who had given the report because it seemed like he wanted to keep talking.

"A coded message from our enemies is addressed to the man in armor like a super soldier, a general is missing and several officers, the list is long, the damage to the city is high, the place of the explosion is a military base and a mansion of a high official, its use is unknown, a chase of the super soldier with very robust armor is recorded, the report of our specialists states that it is superior in strength to the known super soldiers, the only favorable thing is that the super soldier is a bad shooter and seems to be dead"

"Unknown origin, dead? How did it happen? Give me that report." Nick said turning back to his office after taking the report making everyone breathe a sigh of relief when they saw their boss leave.

Nick read the report in his office carefully and looked at a screen with the few videos obtained.

'Why do I have this strange feeling? ' Fury complained at his desk.

The coffee was more bitter than usual. The appearance of a super soldier using his body as an armored truck destroying jeeps with turrets and armed people.

All those guns firing and him advancing while eliminating several Jeeps.

The main point is that the subject's aim was bad, the way of executing the attack was also bad.

"A low country it may be, it may be a civilian with little training, but what happens with the base? How to blow it up? There was a second or third super soldier who had to complete the explosion of the two structures while that one waited far away to chase the armored truck, what is the Soviet Union hiding? What was inside that armored truck? And what small country managed to create super soldiers?"

Nick stayed thoughtful inside his office for the rest of the afternoon.

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Meanwhile Marcus is having dinner with his mother and Airi before heading back to Russia.

Next to me is a mature woman looking at a notebook as I speak.

"90 takeaway pizzas, 50 boxes of pudding and strawberries with cream, salad greens, dresses, underwear, who ordered a girdle?" I ask myself as I look at the list and check it off. "I think I have everything."

The woman looks me up and down.

"I can't believe it's you." She says. "But how?" She asks again with question marks.

"Is it really 90 pizzas with pineapple? We're in Russia. It must have been the Asian girl. I think she was from Hawaii." I say as I take out a wad of bills. "This will be enough." I say to myself as I look at the adult woman in the truck next to me.

"It's me, I grew up a little, that's all." I answer, looking at the woman in front of me.

"It's impossible." She says.

"I know, but what's more incredible is that you got here so fast, I didn't think you'd come"

"Are you kidding? You have Dreykov captured and being tortured, even if he had only one leg he'd be here"

"I thought you'd be here for them"

"A bit of both." The woman answered looking ahead as I started the truck.

"Are we going to buy anything else?" A voice asked over the radio my co-pilot was carrying.

"Yes, the order of hamburgers, chicken and Chinese food will arrive on the truck, do we still have room back there?"

"65% capacity"

"Damn, that's a lot of room in a trailer container, remember to communicate if something happens, anything at all." I said over the radio before leaving her and letting the girl next to me speak.

"They can take care of a simple food order"

"I understand." I answered while driving the truck through the city center in the middle of the night and talking to the mother of the second oldest black widow.

I brought some photos and a video from a camcorder showing General Dreykov without fingers.

"Do you want to see it?"

"Yes." I answered sincerely and handed the small PDA to Melina.

The order was completed and the dozens of pizzas were on the truck.

"How do you plan to finish cooking them?" the woman asked.

"We stole an oven and took it to the base." I turned my body to look at the rest of the black widows who decided to accompany us, only 9 of them travel in another truck that follows us.

The others decided to escape when they heard about Dreykov's death. Those who stayed did so because they want to see him suffer or maybe because they don't believe it possible.

I just hope that none of them are loyal to the enemy.

"How many kilos did you buy?" I asked using the radio to the truck behind mine and one of the widows answered.

"40 kilos of pork, 550 kilos of beef"

"perfect, we will roast meat tomorrow"

"we are out of eggs." A voice said on the radio and I looked through the rearview mirror of the cargo truck to see a small civilian vehicle

"shit." I said ignoring the request and driving through the city to a forgotten area full of old factories used in the old war and now used by some lazy people and low-level criminal gangs.

We drove the trucks and then switched to a trailer while we started driving. I got out and created a huge hole in a dead end using the darkness of the night to hide what I am doing.

The ground swallowed the trailer and the truck behind me continued through the huge hole.

'This can't be real.' The widows inside the truck thought and some thought of turning the other cars around but decided not to when they heard a message on the radio.

"Now it is more possible that what he said is real." When they heard those words, they all agreed and continued on.

A two-car trailer entered along with 7 other civilian vehicles.

"I only see dirt."

"Just follow the trailer." I answered using the radio. "Can I still call you Melina?"

"Yes." The widow answered using the headlights of the huge truck to see a boy in casual clothes controlling the dirt around him to make a huge rectangular hole.Thanks to frank_acosta, Brandon_Gonzalez_3740, ErrorHuman4, King_In_The_North, Dragaim, neste_Oficial and Anide_Oficial for sponsoring chapter 46 and Kickedelm0 for the 3 kidney stones he removed to contribute to the novel.

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