Flipping idly through the file with an almost bored expression, the Tricksters hands froze on a certain page. There were pictures, terrible pictures and it took the god almost a full minute to read the wall of text next to it. A further half a minute later and a quick second skim read something terrible happened. One of the most awful sounds pierced the air, Loki was laughing. It was a quiet and contained chuckle compared to the manic laughter he usually displayed, but there was something deeper, something calculating in the smirk that graced his face.
"My, my~ Director Fury, you have been a naughty boy" he carressed the page almost lovingly, looking over the grotesque images of childrens bodies, burned and mutilated by gun fire.
Loki turned to Justin then, with what could only be described as an approving look upon hia angular face. He closed the file with something akin to reverence and handed it back. "You intend to usurp the Director?" the Chaos God asked.