The pilots scrambled to protect the Director, who is ally and who wasn't suddenly a lot grayer. Sharon pointed a different kind of gun that she had commandeered from the R&D lab at Captain, hearing it power up with a faint whine. "As far as first moves go to prove you aren't an imposter, Captain America suddenly beating the shit out of people isn't a good one," she argued and furiously worked on what she knew now.
She pointed the gun at the pilots. "No offense but I can only trust one wild card at a time and for the sake of our odds it's going to have to be him. You can stay on the Cube or be cuffed in the back. I'm flying." The pilots quickly agreed to being cuffed and put in the back and Sharon grabbed the headpiece. "I will drop you off, but I have to get back to my command. I need to put my boot up these bastards asses. This is Chopper 45delta5, we are return flight from Cube and if Nick Fury appears at command, shoot him in the head. I need uplink to comm and some tell me what's been happening."