As many maps as Sitwell had examined pre-mission, it hadn't occurred to him that Madripoor could be so big as to move them around to much to much effect. They hadn't been transported by air or water yet, so he felt he could reasonably assume they were simply moving back and forth across the rural outskirts of the major city, settling for at best hours before another party took them, sometimes changing their clothes, sometimes covering their heads entirely to move to a new location. S.H.I.E.L.D. must have been looking for them, and not quietly. They had been in this barn for longer than usual, maybe five hours, which at first, around hour four, was a relief, then slowly ramped up Sitwell's anxiety. There was a plan here. For several hours, hands still bound behind him, Sitwell sat against the barn wall, slowly picking at the wood, hoping it was rotted away enough to eventually tear through before the next horrible thing happened. "Are you asleep yet?" he whispered to Colleen, hoping to get no answer so when he next caught the attention of that big guy with the gun he could convince them to at least let her go, she wasn't even S.H.I.E.L.D., they hadn't found any identification on her and there was no value in keeping her.