Maria Hill ~ Acting Director (shield_2ic) wrote in newalliance, @ 2015-12-29 21:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | green arrow i, maria hill |
Who: Director Maria Hill, Oliver Queen
When: 12/29/15
Where: Madripudlian airspace
What: Oliver Queen needs a pickup from Madripoor, and Maria needs to talk to him in a controlled space, like a Quinjet over Madripoor.
This was not the first holiday Maria had spent on station, nor the first time she had gone over a file while a Quinjet's engines rumbled beneath her and suspicious sounds popped over the wings. It was a thick file, one she had to prop open on her lap and hold both sides to keep the papers from spilling out, everything from formal agency assessment and dossiers to newspaper clippings; the four-point harness of the jump seat didn't help, but she managed, just as she managed to ignore the chatter from the pilots through her headset.
Agent Fyers, Eddie, Central Intelligence Agency, had reached out to SHIELD and their VTOL armored Quinjets, and SHIELD, in the spirit of the holidays and out of the general goodness of their heart, had agreed to help the CIA pull one of their assets out of a bit of chaos in Madripoor.
Not that Maria had seen Madripoor as being anything but chaotic, and she had a keen interest in this particular asset. There was inter-agency chatter, just rumors out of the CIA, that something was going badly wrong in Madripoor and they weren't entirely sure they couldn't blame their asset, if just on principle.
Given the asset was the Green Arrow, Maria didn't blame them for that. But she also had her own interest in making sure he got out and didn't jump straight into the arms of the CIA. Call her a cynic, but she just didn't trust The Agency not to vanish people if they thought it necessary, expedient, or just plain fun.
"Thirty seconds," the pilot warned, and Maria took that as her cue to close the file and brace herself. Turbulence was bad, and so was the sporadic gunfire, but the Quinjet didn't even rattle at the impacts; the landing, the thump of gravity and the answering drop of the landing ramp, was worse. It also let in the sound of gunfire, somewhere in the distance, and Maria felt the Quinjet pitch forward, a bird ready to take off again just as soon as it could.