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Sometime later, after you’d dropped your freshly repaired suits and new gadgets off at home, you slipped back into your classic suit and pulled out your pager. Now that you’ve got some free time, you think you’ll pay Gwen a little visit.
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This time, there was no S.H.I.E.L.D. shuttle to come pick you up like there usually was. Instead, a flat, compact drone flew by the building that you were perched upon, slowing down just enough for you to latch onto it and catch a ride as it flew up into the clouds. You were surprised that it was strong enough to lift you up without much trouble at all.
The trip wasn’t comfortable by any means, and you quickly found yourself being whipped around in the wind, praying for the nightmare to end. This went on for another four minutes, until the little drone brought you to a small, private platform on the Helicarrier, where there weren’t many people milling about.
Here, you were greeted by a man with dark skin and even darker, roundish glasses. He was wearing a black and red bodysuit, with an emblem of a wolf with yellow eyes on his waist and shoulders. You could see a sidearm strapped to his hip, and two escrima sticks strapped to his back.
<span class="mu-r">“You must be the Huntsman.”</span> the man said in a deep, accented voice.
<span class="mu-r">“I am. Who are you?”</span>
The man placed his arms behind his back and nodded slowly.
<span class="mu-r">“You may call me ‘Bloodhound’. Director Hill instructed me to greet and guide you.”</span> he announced.
You remember Pandora saying something about this guy on your Neverland mission.
<span class="mu-r">“You mean she ordered you to babysit me.”</span> you said flatly.
Bloodhound chuckled. <span class="mu-r">“I suppose that is one way to look at it.”</span> he said, before turning and gesturing for you to follow. <span class="mu-r">“Come. I will show you to Ms. Stacy.”</span>
At a loss for alternative options, you followed Bloodhound down the corridor, staring at his back all the while. You remembered when Goblin Gwen said something about Maria Hill putting her on a team and using her as a weapon. Even though she was just trying to provoke a reaction out of you, you knew that there was some truth to this statement. And Pandora’s casual remark only confirmed it.
Maria Hill was putting together a secret team of metas for some reason, and this guy was one of them.
The silence between you stretched the entire length of the corridor, and the majority of the elevator ride that brought you up to what you thought was possibly the 13th level.
Every now and again, Bloodhound would ask a probing question, and you would answer, without giving too much away.
<span class="mu-r">“How do you know Ms. Stacy?”</span> he asked.
Like that one.
<span class="mu-r">“We helped each other out of a bind, and I introduced her to Hill.”</span> you said in reply.
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