Red Skull still gave Karpov a look that made it clear, even succeeding, he was getting tired of the man’s attitude and hasn’t completely forgiven the incompetent screw up only a week prior.  Still he gave Karpov a dismissive wave of the hand, which might have looked more insulting had he not spoken.  “Go ahead and make sure you and the men are prepared thoroughly for this.  I will be joining you on this assignment and I wish not to have to soil my hands of too much dirty work.  The mansion is very secure, and the only thing I want leaving it is us, and the deathly howls of those filthy mutants inside.”

Stephanie Rogers tried to clean up as best she could, but even after a shower and even applying make up.  Which was a rare feat to get her to do since she hated the feel of it on her.  She still didn’t look or feel 100 percent.  Still duty called, and she got suited up for the first time in a week.  It was uncomfortable though, the suit hadn’t been cleaned any, it still had the smell of that warehouse on it.  Which didn’t help her psyche as she arrived on the helicarrier and had too many thought swirling in her head to make sense of the reports.  

An inside informant had gathered HYDRA’s next attack would be the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters outside of New York City.  It was sick, deranged, and frankly par for the course as far as Red Skull was concerned.  Still even given the severity of what was being explained by Maria Hill.  Stephanie just didn’t have it in her to focus.  Thoughtlessly twirling a pen in her fingers as she glanced on unblinking to the 3D imagery of the mansion and possible entry routes HYDRA would use.