He's pacing the rug of his office with steps that are no weaker for his age. The media attributes it to clean living, only he and one chemist know the real secret. One chemist who hasn't seen the light of day since before Nick Fury's funeral, not nearly long enough ago ( Read more... )

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The tests have been run. Every single test that anyone could think to do with several bits of hair and the blood found where Fury and the other man had fallen. Every single test, duplicated as often as they could. The conclusions were as unwelcome as they were undeniable.

The other man did not exist. He simply...didn't. In all of their files ( Read more... )

The target is low on information, this time, but high on things which will be useful in the future to either side; weapons. It's the major depot for this city and the three men who comprise the revolutionaries in this where and when are going to demolish it while looting as much as possible ( Read more... )

The building is the same as it was the day before. Few obvious people, few obvious cameras. Plenty of open space, and a couple of men across the street getting themselves ready for a snatch-and-grab...while prepared for it to go very, very wrong.

There are two things that a revolution needs: information and weaponry. Sir Nicholas is distressingly short on both. He has been gaining information as fast as possible, from Rogers, from Gordon Freeman, from books and newspapers and files, but in the end there are still too many things that they don't know which they need to know ( Read more... )