Re: [Quicklog: Louis/Peggy]
[She smiled.] Mr. Donovan. Delighted. Once again, I do apologize for the inconvenience. It was unavoidable. [She let go of his hand, and then turned to face the room as if it was an armed cavalry charge, and she a general on the field. Back straight, legs slightly apart, all she was missing was the uniform.] Well, let's see what we have here, Colonel Fury. Ridiculous man, paranoid to a fault. I imagined it might be... oh, archives. Perhaps weapons, identification papers, research related to a project his division was overseeing.
[Peggy went to one of the shelves, the one nearest to her left, and began looking through them, shining the light on labels and into containers.] Then again... perhaps that is what this is.
[Peggy wasn't all that concerned about confidentiality with this man. What was he going to do, tell a cherished friend he found a vault under the subway with a British woman that locked him in? She'd have the vault hours after they were out. The information would do him little good unless he was a reporter or an enemy agent, and she thought him neither.
Peggy turned the torch toward the computer system in the center of the room. With the air of someone trying out a new washing machine, she looked carefully for instructions and, finding none, pushed the spacebar.
Immediately the "TS" expanded into a logo, the full name of "Stark" first unrolling backwards and then forwards.] Oh, bloody hell, Howard. [As if Howard was directly responsible for everything his foolish son hacked. Which, in a way, he was. The metal thing connected to the computer (for analysis?) sparked, and then twitched. Peggy jumped back.] Did you see that?