Undertaken Characters: Bobbi and Phobos Setting: Fury Secret Base #9, Codename: Providence Content: I'll keep you posted. Summary: There were certain things Bobbi expected to see in the desert, and some she really, absolutely didn't.
The ride Bobbi hitched only took her so far, and the kindness of her driver was misplaced but touching. No, really, right here, I know there's nothing around. It's a spiritual thing. Don't worry about me, I have water. Luckily, it was still early in the morning when she set out from that dusty highway and the driver rolled away into the distance, watching her strange hitcher in the rearview mirror until she couldn't be sure if what she saw was human or a cactus. The ground was still cool from the night, and Bobbi had to tuck her hands into her pockets while the day matured and her long shadow slowly shrank. This would have been a much easier journey, she thought, if she wasn't dead, and in that case unnecessary. That felt like some kind of punishment, but Bobbi didn't know what for or if she learned anything for it.
Before the morning was over, though, she was looking up at a cliffside with a huge, heavy, iron door set into it; a distinctly discouraging sight, if intriguing. It was easy to let herself in, though, through the mandoor at the right side of it, informing the flashing security consoles of her special S.H.I.E.L.D. clearance and even saying 'please' and 'thank you' as they responded as expected. It was only after they stopped being so kind that Bobbi stopped being so polite, dropping her bag to give the stupid machine a good thump with her fist for misbehaving. Well all right, if the computer wasn't going to let her in, Bobbi would let herself in. It flashed ACCESS DENIED and Bobbi said, "No habla Ingles," to excuse herself while she pried the monitor from the wall. One of these wires led to the open sesame doohicky. If Nick Fury didn't want his weapon store broken into, he shouldn't have gone and changed the passwords on his undercover agents. If they were going to work without backup, they really needed all these explosive goodies to get through their day.
Bobbi hadn't lied to the kind driver that left her in the middle of the desert as the sun rose. This really was a spiritual thing. Getting her hands on the artillery filled Bobbi with great purpose and assurance that she could do some good for this world. No stupid security system was going to keep her from that.