He whispered back before the pencil pusher came up to her. "I'm just getting a weird vibe is all director." He looked at the blown apart bunker. "Gotta admit. That thing packed a punch." Another smaller man with Glasses. Zola. He looked at peggy Carter. A mix of disdain and admiration. "Ah Director." He spoke with his thick german accent. "I was wondering when we would cross paths again." The numberug trials proved he worked against his will. At least thats the paper trail he left them. He looked up at her body guard in blue. Then back at her. "Welcome to the weapons test of the Apollo missile."