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[center][b]Clint Barton[/b] | [b]Barbara Morse[/b][/center]
	“I hate it when we have to pretend to be local law enforcement.”  Clint complained while he yanked on his shirt collar.  “I almost feel naked when I’m not in my standard threads.”

	“I wouldn’t say that out loud if I were you.”  Bobbi told her partner as they climbed the flights of stairs to their destination.  “Especially since your ‘normal’ uniform is composed of various shades of purple.”

	“Hey, don’t takes shots at the color purple!  If Samuel L. Jackson can rock a purple lightsaber, then so can I!”  Clint retorted back.

	“Whatever.”  Bobbi muttered, trying to end the conversation because they were approaching the apartment door.  Once they were standing in front of the apartment door, Bobbi knocked a couple times.  For a few moments, the two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents could hear some shuffling from within the apartment until a blonde haired woman cracked open the door, which still had the door latch attached.

	“May I help you?”  The woman asked.

	“CPD.”  Clint told the woman, “We have a few follow-up questions.”

	“I already told the police everything when they interviewed me at the university.”  Shirlee Bryant told both Clint and Bobbi.  “Anyways, I’m kind of in a hurry.”

	“May we come in?”  Bobbi told Shirlee, “It will only take a few minutes out of your day.”

	The woman hesitated for a second before she allowed the two undercover agents into her apartment.  When they entered, Clint and Bobbi discovered that Shirlee was indeed in a hurry.  In fact, it looked as if she was planning to leave the city until the investigation died down, since there was a single packed suitcase on a nearby table.

	While Bobbi was distracting Shirlee with some follow-up questions about the crime she supposedly witnessed, Clint walked over to the table where the suitcase was located.  He then partially unzipped the bottom of the piece of luggage, although he did not open it because he did not want to somehow screw up future prosecution.  Instead, he hoped that, when Shirlee takes the luggage, some dirty laundry to spill out onto the floor.  And he wasn’t looking for any clothes.

	“Okay, Ms. Bryant.  You’re free to go now.  If you remember anything else of relevance, please call us.”  Bobbi told her, handing a card that had their contact information.

	Now given the green light to leave, Shirlee walked over to her suitcase, picked it up, and placed it on the ground so that she could roll it out.  However, as she began to walk out of the apartment, some of the contents of the suitcase slipped out, just as Clint had predicted.  Among these items were a few vials, which contained the same serum that was being worked on at the University of Chicago.

	“Looks like you might have to change your plans!”