To be honest, Nick wouldn't mind a Liam Neeson from Taken, either. A whole army of them to be the best S.H.I.E.L.D. agents possible. Better than Morse. Maybe that could be the next LMD project. Nick snorted at where his thoughts were going and Bobbi probably thought he was laughing at her idea. Actually, that was true, too. A shrunken head. Sure, magic wasn't much the province of S.H.I.E.L.D. but they weren't stupid. Someone was gonna suspect she'd climbed a tree to get out or been picked up by a helicopter and there would be rumors and she'd become a legend. Legends didn't fare well around the directorate. Legend meant that the Council would still have someone looking for her, especially because her position as one of Fury's favorites was no secret. Shrunken head or no shrunken head, she had to be dead, really fucking dead. Now she was just getting fanciful. "It's got to be worse. We've got to make sure there is no question in anyone's mind, even Phil's-" there was the 'even Phil' again, but Morse was right, the man did make a pretty good litmus test. "That you're absolutely one hundred percent deceased. We might need a body after all. I could get some records, match up your DNA profile with someone from the morgue then burn the body so its mostly unrecognizable but the DNA matched." This planning was getting less fun and more serious.