"Now if you hairless apes are done with this distraction," said Howard, digging through his pockets until he found a scrap of paper. "I should get down to some real work."

Pushing through the group, something that was impressive since he was at least two feet shorter than everyone here, he approached Sandman just as he was being loaded into a SHIELD helicopter by two armor wearing SHIELD agents.

"Marko!" 

[color=SandyBrown]"Get lost, duck!"[/color]

"Where were you on May 3rd, 1996? Were you in Atlanta? Maybe near Fulton County Stadium?"

[color=SandyBrown]"What?"[/color] Marko furrowed his brow. [color=SandyBrown]"I was probably cutting class at PS304, I sure as $#&^ wasn't in Atlanta!"[/color]

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," said Howard. "Take him away, boys."

"We don't work for you," said one of the SHIELD agents. 

"I want a copy of Marko's arrest report on my desk at 0865!"

"That's not a real time," said the other SHIELD agent. "And again, we don't work for you."

Howard had turned away from the helicopter, ignoring their comments and looking out across the city.

"I'm going to get you one day, you fuzz-covered son of a bitch."