Revolution Characters: Is that...Nick Fury? And a confused Misty Knight. Setting: SHIELD HQ, confidently mid-day Content: Does this need a Nick Fury warning? Summary: It's just a normal day at the Directorate. What?
With no change looming in the near future on the bizarre traveling mutations front, the city had calmed somewhat, perhaps in a depression as each newly powered individual and their traumatized families began to accept that this was their lot. There were still flares of anger, though, igniting apartment complexes and emptying grocery stores, sending the flashing red and blue emergency lights dancing on the oppressive stone streets all through the city, calling gauche attention to tragedy with wailing sirens and the steady beat of helicopter blades slicing through the air overhead. It wasn't unexpected. When a city was ruled by the tenuous hold of the undeserving patriarchy, not out of competence but the fear and self-loathing programmed into anyone that wasn't the rich, white man, it took the slightest change in the wind the make it fall into anarchy. They knew they couldn't trust their leaders. It was just what Tiger's Beautiful Daughter needed.
With Nick Fury constantly called away to subdue the people he was supposed to be protecting with a violent hand, it only took a short watch before she and her sisters were called in, informed that she would not run into her model on their quick sweep. Standing straight and striding confidently, no one questioned Nick Fury's presence in the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, not even with his two guests trailing after him. It wasn't difficult to find his office and the privacy it afforded, where one of the women explored his still running computer. There was a helicopter checked and ready on the roof for fast response, and a quick check of the shipments and storage logs gave them a clear idea where to find the greatest weapons concentration. In the week before, the Daughters had secured a warehouse at the docks where their new acquisitions could land and further business could then be conducted, no depending on their sisters' hospitality but mountingly more self-sufficient. The helicopter would be painted and the weapons cataloged, distributed and sold.
"Easy, General," Tiger's sister managing the computer beamed, already collecting herself to finish off this rapid heist. Fury, though, standing behind her, didn't respond, just continued to stare at the screen thoughtfully, eyepatch raised up onto his forehead.
"What's that?" he asked in a queerly lyrical voice, pointing to the computer just before the woman stood up. "That name has been important many times. Find out what is in this laboratory." Nick Fury looking over her shoulder, she settled back into her seat tentatively, not wanting to waste time on something and risk getting caught, but loathe to protest.
"It's well protected. It keeps saying 'level 10'."