Chapter 87: Revenge Tour (pt.4)

Chapter 87: Revenge Tour (pt.4)

2014

Washington D.C.

The Next Morning

(Omniscient POV)

Meanwhile, as Brock and his team made their way to Sokovia, Captain America, Black Widow, and Falcon continued their mission to stop Project Insight in the heart of Washington D.C.

During their investigation, they had discovered Camp Lehigh, an abandoned training facility from World War II, and stumbled upon the preserved consciousness of Arnim Zola, now in the form of an AI.

After a tense conversation with Zola, they learned about the Algorithm, a program designed to identify targets for HYDRA by analyzing people's private data online. The Algorithm predicted threats to HYDRA's organization based on this data, both present and future.

Armed with this newfound knowledge, the trio formulated a plan. They would kidnap a high-ranking HYDRA member masquerading as a SHIELD agent and use them to gain access to one of the new Helicarriers.

Their goal was to reach the terminal where Steve would use the device he had been given by Brock, which was supposedly capable of shutting down all of Project Insight's systems.

But before they could act, they had to pick their target.

"Sitwell is our best chance to get inside the HYDRA operation," Natasha stated, her voice filled with conviction. "We know Pierce is sitting on top of the most secure building in the world, but Sitwell is the next best option."

Steve nodded in agreement, his blue eyes reflecting his determination.

"If we can get to Sitwell, we can use him to gain access to the Helicarrier and shut down Project Insight from the inside." He voiced.

"That's a good plan," Sam Wilson chimed in, his voice eager and excited. "But how exactly are we supposed to locate this guy? I mean, he must be held up somewhere secure, right? We don't have time to search all over D.C."

Natasha smiled.

"Let me worry about that," She replied, her voice playful. "I'll find him."

Natasha tapped into the few remaining trusted contacts she had within S.H.I.E.L.D, and through those sources, she discovered that Jasper Sitwell would be meeting with a senator at a high-end hotel restaurant in Washington D.C. tomorrow evening.

And so, with their target's location identified, the trio of heroes gathered in Sam's small apartment to formulate their plan of action.

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Washington D.C.

Hay-Adams Hotel

The Next day

The following morning, the team positioned themselves strategically near the hotel restaurant, with a view of the designated location, and waited for their target.

Captain America, his shield discreetly concealed beneath his clothes, blended in with the crowd, keeping a watchful eye on the entrance.

Black Widow, dressed in an elegant disguise, positioned herself near the restaurant's exit, ready to intercept Sitwell as he made his way out. Her keen stealth skills would ensure they wouldn't miss their target.

Falcon, perched on a nearby rooftop, scanned the surroundings with the enhanced vision in his goggles. His metal wings fluttered slightly as he adjusted his position, ready to launch into action at a moment's notice.

Time seemed to stretch as they watched the minutes tick by, their eyes trained on the entrance of the Hotel.

Finally, the moment arrived as a convoy of five black SUVs pulled in front of the building and Sitwell emerged from one of the vehicles, accompanied by his security detail, the Senator, and a few aides. All of them wore dark-colored suits and ties that were typical to the upper echelons of the American government.

As the team watched, the group entered the busy Hotel and made their way through the lobby toward the restaurant connected to the building.

Captain America's gaze sharpened as he observed Sitwell, his eyes tracing the man's every movement. He could feel the weight of the mission pressing upon him, the fate of countless lives hanging in the balance.

"There they are," Cap whispered over the comms, his voice hushed. "Get ready."

Black Widow's senses heightened, her body poised like a coiled serpent ready to strike. And Falcon adjusted his goggles, his fingers tapping restlessly against the edge of the rooftop.

The atmosphere grew tense as the minutes passed, anticipation hanging in the air like a heavy cloak, as the bustling sounds of the city seemed to fade into the background, their focus solely on the glass windows of the restaurant, where they had a good viewpoint of Sitwell's party.

Inside the restaurant, the meeting progressed, oblivious to the approaching storm. Glasses clinked, voices murmured, and the aroma of fine cuisine filled the room, creating a backdrop of sophistication and opulence.

Finally, the meeting concluded, and the Senator and his aides bid Sitwell farewell as the HYDRA operative stood up and moved with purpose, his demeanor exuding confidence as he made his way toward the restaurant's exit, flanked by his security detail.

Just as Sitwell stepped fully out of the hotel, the trio of heroes sprang into action with impeccable coordination and efficiency. Captain America and Black Widow swiftly neutralized Sitwell's security, incapacitating them with precise strikes and well-timed moves, leaving them unconscious on the ground.

Sitwell froze in his tracks, a mix of recognition and fear flickering across his face as he locked eyes with the two Avengers, his mind racing as he knew the level of danger he was currently in.

Without wasting a moment, Sitwell turned on his heels and tried to escape, his heart pounding with panic.

As the doctor meticulously worked on the specimen, his mind focused solely on his cruel pursuits, General Hale entered the lab. Her presence was commanding, but there was a weariness in her eyes that she tried to hide.

"Dr. Whitehall," she said, her voice authoritative, "Secretary Pierce has sent word. We need to prepare to move the army."

Dr. Whitehall looked up from his work, an annoyed sigh escaping his lips. "Can you not see I'm a little busy at the moment?"

Hale ignored the Doctor's words and glanced at the body on the operating table, her expression momentarily showing a glimpse of sorrow before regaining her composure. "You weren't supposed to be meddling with the twins. They were meant to be a gift for the five heads, not your personal playthings."

Dr. Whitehall's face remained unchanged as he responded, "The twins showed great potential, I couldn't resist the temptation of exploring their abilities further. Besides, it's just the boy."

Hale's eyes narrowed, a hint of frustration in her voice. "Tighten up. You know we can't afford any mistakes right now. Hydra is expecting results."

The doctor let out a sigh, setting his tools aside. "Yes, yes, of course. But I can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. After they leave...I won't have any more test subjects to work on."

He turned to General Hale, his cold gaze fixating on her. "That reminds me, how is your daughter doing? Is she showing any signs of rejection after the operation?"

Hale's face showed a brief look of sadness at his words, which Dr. Whitehall noticed, before becoming impassive once again.

"She's doing fine. She's recovering well." She said stiffly.

Dr. Whitehall nodded dispassionately at her answer before turning back to the body he was currently experimenting on. His mind was already moving onto the next stage of his plans.

Hale watched him for a moment before turning to leave the lab.

"Just make sure you're ready to move the army when Secretary Pierce gives the word," she commanded.

Dr. Whitehall simply nodded, his focus already back on his cruel experiments.

As General Hale left the lab, he returned to his work, his heart devoid of any empathy or remorse.

His wicked smile grew wider as he moved swiftly, gently cutting off the top of the young man's skull and exposing his brain. With practiced precision, he attached a metal helmet-like device over the missing portion of the head, the device latching onto the exposed brain with an ominous click.

Lines of text began running on a holographic display attached to the table, indicating the successful connection between the device and the young man's brain.

The doctor's excitement was palpable as he celebrated his genius work.

His dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the data streaming on the holographic display.

"This is just the beginning," Dr. Whitehall murmured to himself, his voice filled with a maniacal glee. "If I could just get my hands on the girl as well-"

*Booom!!!*

But before Whitehall could fully relish his triumph, a sudden thundering crash reverberated throughout the compound, followed by a small earthquake that shook the very stones of the building, sending bits of dust cascading through the air.

Dr. Whitehall stumbled, nearly losing his balance as the ground trembled beneath his feet. The smile on his face faltered, replaced by a mix of confusion and alarm.

"What in the world...?!" he muttered, glancing around the lab in search of an explanation.

The base's alarms blared, indicating an imminent threat. The HYDRA troops outside the lab rushed to their positions, their robotic movements intensified by their alert status.

Dr. Whitehall's heart pounded in his chest as he quickly realized the gravity of the situation.

The compound was under attack.

Someone had breached their defenses, and the security he had put in place was being put to the test.

In the chaos that ensued, the young man on the operating table remained motionless, the holographic display still flickering with lines of code, oblivious to the impending danger.

As the earthquake subsided, Dr. Whitehall's mind raced with possibilities.

Who could have infiltrated their base, and how had they managed to bypass the energy shield?

He glanced at the young man on the table, his creation, and then back at the holographic display. Despite the looming threat, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at his accomplishment.

"Well, I needed something to evaluate your capabilities on..." Dr. Whitehall murmured with a smile. "Looks like someone's offered me the perfect chance to do exactly that."

He stepped away from the table, intent on finishing what he'd started.

"Eyes open, little man," He commanded, his tone filled with anticipation as he went to pick up a small remote. "Time to make yourself useful."

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