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[center][b]Clint Barton[/b] | [b]Barbara Morse[/b][/center]
	“Boring!”  Hawkeye exclaimed as he shifted through yet another file of the countless records for Malcolm Donalbain’s sports emporium business.  After S.H.I.E.L.D. had applied some pressure on Shirlee Bryant, causing her to spill the beans about how Mr. Donalbain was paying her to swipe the serum samples so that his own research team could develop new products to sell to his costumers.  Without even breaking a sweat, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents managed to convince Mr. Donalbain that cooperating with them would be his best option.  As a result, they began to search of premises for any more evidence, including through their paper files.

	Even after a couple hours of sorting through a mound of boxes filled with all sorts of records, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents still had not found any more evidence.  Either Donalbain was actually smart enough to keep his criminal activities off his record books or they were hidden in what was still a room-full of boxes left for them to check.  Sure, this dirty work was not as exciting or glorifying as punching a villain in the face, but it still had to be done.

	“This is peculiar.”  Mockingbird mentioned aloud as she examined a blueprint of Donalbain’s office building.

	“What do you have, Bobbi?”  Hawkeye basically yawned as he stretched out his arms and legs after having been sitting for a couple hours now.

	“Remember that downward staircase that had barriers set up to warn people that it was structurally compromised?  According to these schematics, there should not be anything there.”

	“Finally!  Some action.”  Hawkeye practically leaped out of his chair.  He began to hurry out of the room, quickly shouting over his shoulder.  “I’ll meet you there!”

	Hawkeye was already out of the door before Mockingbird could even utter a word, let alone respond.  Sighing, she calmly folded the building blueprint and returned it to its proper place in one of the filing boxes.  She then stood up from her chair and began the short walk down the nearby hallway to where that ‘out-of-order’ stairwell was located.

	After waiting a few minutes, Mockingbird saw Hawkeye hurrying over to where she was standing.  Before he arrived, she wondered what was taking him so long, but once she saw Clint, Mockingbird immediately knew why he was the last S.H.I.E.L.D. agent present.  He had taken the time to change into his purple uniform, along with grabbing his bow and quiver.

	“Why are you all just standing here?  We got work to do!”  Hawkeye joked since he knew that they were waiting for him to finally arrive.  He then pulled out two arrows, one at a time, and fired them into the ceiling right above the staircase.  Once the arrows had plunged into the ceiling, a rope fell from the fletching side of each of the projectiles.

	“You all stand guard up here while we go check this out.”  Hawkeye told the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents as he snatched one of the ropes.  His other colleagues exhaled a sigh of disappointment, knowing that they had been assigned the ‘boring’ job.  Despite their reaction, the two elite S.H.I.E.L.D. agents proceeded down the stairs, holding onto the ropes just in case there was actually some truth about the compromised nature of the stairs.

	At the bottom of the staircase, Hawkeye and Mockingbird found a high-tech mechanical door that shielded another room on the other side.

	“How much do you want to bet that AIM is on the other side of that door?”  Hawkeye asked his partner while they fixed a few explosives to the locked door so that they could gain entrance to whatever lurked behind it.  As usual, Mockingbird rolled her eyes at her partner’s joke.

	After the explosions blew the door off its hinges, causing it to crash to the floor, Hawkeye and Mockingbird cautiously advanced toward the doorway, weapons drawn to defend themselves just in case.

	“Alright, you crazy yellow-suited beekeepers!  Come out with your hands up!”  Hawkeye shouted into the doorway as the smoke started to dissipate.  However, once they could clearly see into the next room, the two SHIELD agents were shocked that the scientists associated with A.I.M. were not there.  Instead, there were dozens of men (or who appeared to be men) dressed in gray uniforms that were more fit for the costumed characters that have been popping up for the last couple years.

	“I’m so glad you didn’t take me up on that bet.”  Hawkeye said when he discovered that he was wrong to assume that AIM was behind the thief of scientific research from the University of Chicago.