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[COLOR=00aeef][indent][sub][I]Mayfair, London, England, United Kingdom[/I] - [I]Present Day, 10:13 Hours[/I][/sub][sup][right]Issue 1.03.2: DownFall[/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [I]None[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [I] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4888027]Issue 1.03.1: Home of the Brave[/url][/I][/right][/SUP][/indent][/color]

Rogers looked up at the residential building as he stood on the street, dressed in casual clothing as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. He shook his head as he could still see the faint traces of a blood stain on the sidewalk next to him. [color=00aeef]”The trajectory doesn’t seem to suggest foul play. Seems to line up with a small jump rather than a throw. Fury wouldn’t send us out here for the suicide of a politician, would he?”[/color]

A soothing voice came in over his communicator. [color=gold]”Coroner’s report just came in. Seems like our victim was suffering from a heart attack before taking a tumble.”[/color]

[color=00aeef]”So he was dead before he hit the ground? Think it was just natural causes?”[/color]

Sharon rounded the corner and approached her ally, shrugging her shoulders. [color=gold]”I don’t know. There were no traces of poison, no sign of forced entry, and no sign of a violent struggle other than the politician’s untimely spill. And, of course, no witnesses.”[/color]

Steve shook his head, sighing. [color=00aeef]”What now?”[/color]

Sharon shrugged. [color=gold]”We could grab lunch? I know a little place by the Thames.”[/color] Steve sighed and gave a curt nod, offering his elbow. Sharon gave a small smile as the two walked arm in arm down the road.

For the slightest of moments, a brief movement caught Steve’s eye. A figure on the rooftop across the street. But as soon as he actually attempted to focus on what he thought he saw, the figure was gone and Steve was forced along by Sharon, pushing deeper into the city. He gave a small smile as he laughed at his own imagination. There certainly couldn’t have been anything there... let alone something that large.

[COLOR=00aeef][indent][sub][I] Fury’s Office, Triskellion, Washington D.C .[/I] - [I]Present Day, 1549 Hrs[/I][/sub][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][/color]

[color=purple]”You know how bad this looks, Agent Masters? You’re not making any friends here by putting my men in the medical wing.”[/color] Fury shook his head as he sat behind his desk, with Tony standing at attention in front of him.

[color=lightgray]”With all due respect, sir, I’m not here to make friends. Now, if you'll excuse me, Director Mace has ordered me to aid Agent Hill in dealing with the Trasnian crisis.”[/color]

With a flick of his hand, Masters was dismissed. The Colonel quickly tapped away at his keyboard, pulling up various holographic screens. He leaned back in his chair, sighing briefly. Next to each screen was an overlay, listing a series of agent names working on the situation. One screen discussed the mysterious deaths of British politicians, with Carter and Rogers being the only two agents listed next to it. The other screens showcased various issues around the world: the bloody conflict in Trasnia, a mutant attack at a high school, and the usual discussion of bat-vigilantes in Gotham. Just the usual.

The door to the office opened, and an older man in a suit sauntered in carrying a briefcase. Fury’s eyebrows raised slightly as he stared down Senator Rockwell. [color=purple]”I don’t believe we have an appointment, Doug.”[/color]

Senator Rockwell flashed a smile to Colonel Fury. [color=gray]”Don’t worry, Nick. I won’t be long.”[/color] He placed the briefcase on the desk, opened it, and slid a few files over towards Fury. The SHIELD officer flipped through the files, cringing slightly as he saw the large black stamp of approval from the Director of SHIELD on most of the documents.

Fury set the files down, shaking his head. [color=purple]”I understand that you want to make sure America is protected from superhuman threats, Senator. But I’m afraid Steve Rogers died on a combat mission for the U.S. Army in 1945 and he is not working as a SHIELD operative. And while I’m more than happy to hand over the files you’re asking for, I am not going to give you access to blood samples. That violates our policies and your laws, Senator.”[/color]

Senator Rockwell gave a smug smirk as he picked up the files to pack up his briefcase. [color=gray]”I know that you recovered Rogers, and the CIA has the photos of Captain Rogers in Rome months ago. You can’t hide him forever, Colonel Fury.”[/color] He snapped the briefcase close and straightened his tie, flashing a smile to the SHIELD colonel. [color=gray]”The next person the Commission sends won’t take no for an answer, Nick. But I’m sure you know that.”[/color] With a simple wave, Senator Rockwell turned on his heels as a SHIELD agent stood in the doorway, waiting to escort the politician out of the building.[hr][right][color=00aeef]Next Chapter:[/color] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4893630]The Stranger[/url][/right]