[Rumlow didn't often solo missions, but he could. It had been decided last minute that the rest of his team was required on a separate mission, and he would have to sneak into the compound and assassinate the target on his own. It was rather routine, and he had prepared well for this mission with the team. If anything, the fewer white American-like guys and gals around, the easier this mission would be. He was prepared, and everything was set.
All he had to do was wait until the cover of darkness. It was too hot to do much more than nap, so he stayed in the SHIELD secret safehouse dozing. And then the explosions had gone off and the racket had been enough to even sit him up as he tried to assess the situation. Everyone, hostile or friendly, went on alert for miles.
A check in with SHIELD to confirm that his mission was still a go informed him that a group of young Academy rookies had blundered in their minor mission. They were not all accounted for, even with the mission being a success, it was also not the skill and tact that SHIELD wanted in a hostile area like this. His mission had just changed designation as moderate to very risky.
Security would be beefed before he could even make an attempt.
His mood soured, but he had told high command he would make a single attempt to reach his target. This mission was too important to not give it a go, so he was back to waiting for the cover of night, staring out the window as the situation devolved gradually. And then as he reviewed maps and recalculated time and angles in his head, the door to the safe house was unlocked and someone came inside. He was supposed to be one of the only agents in the area.
He went still, his sniper rifle at his elbow and ready to be of use, but his hands remained on the map instead. He waited and listened the new person's progress, and he recognized her in the fading light before she even saw him. His little bean-sprout. He would have expected better of her, what with how her uniform and even the manner of her hair made it clear that she was at least part of the reason his mission had just become a lot more difficult.
He watched her, raising an eyebrow.] What did you do, little sprout? That was you, wasn't it?
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All he had to do was wait until the cover of darkness. It was too hot to do much more than nap, so he stayed in the SHIELD secret safehouse dozing. And then the explosions had gone off and the racket had been enough to even sit him up as he tried to assess the situation. Everyone, hostile or friendly, went on alert for miles.
A check in with SHIELD to confirm that his mission was still a go informed him that a group of young Academy rookies had blundered in their minor mission. They were not all accounted for, even with the mission being a success, it was also not the skill and tact that SHIELD wanted in a hostile area like this. His mission had just changed designation as moderate to very risky.
Security would be beefed before he could even make an attempt.
His mood soured, but he had told high command he would make a single attempt to reach his target. This mission was too important to not give it a go, so he was back to waiting for the cover of night, staring out the window as the situation devolved gradually. And then as he reviewed maps and recalculated time and angles in his head, the door to the safe house was unlocked and someone came inside. He was supposed to be one of the only agents in the area.
He went still, his sniper rifle at his elbow and ready to be of use, but his hands remained on the map instead. He waited and listened the new person's progress, and he recognized her in the fading light before she even saw him. His little bean-sprout. He would have expected better of her, what with how her uniform and even the manner of her hair made it clear that she was at least part of the reason his mission had just become a lot more difficult.
He watched her, raising an eyebrow.] What did you do, little sprout? That was you, wasn't it?