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Krotar sat in the interrogation room of the NYPD. His fingers tapping on the cold metal table. The cuffs were a nice touch. Little more than an inconvenience should he decide to leave, but the alien left them on. He knew any attempt to leave would only make things worse. So, sat and waited. He waited and sat. It seemed for hours. The local law enforcement didn’t come in to question him since he gave his statement when they brought him in, but he had no doubt they were watching him. Probably waiting for SHIELD to send the lackey. 

A man in a black suit entered. “Agent Smith.” Krotar said in a joking tone. “We both know that you know my real name, Krotar.” The shield agent said as he sat across from the alien. “Yeah, and I use humour as a defense mechanism to help cope with trauma.” The alien retorted. The shield agent simply nodded. Krotar raised his hands to motion at the cuffs that had him attached to the table. “Now Lance, are these really necessary?” The shield agent chuckled and slid a handcuff key across the table. “Use the key this time. It’s such a waste when you break them.” Krotar picked up the key and started to unlock the cuffs. “So Lance, how’s the wife and kids?” Lance chuckled again. “Krotar, we both no I don’t swing that way.” Leaving the cuffs on the table, Krotar stood up. “Not so fast.” Krotar paused. Halfway between sitting and standing. “SHIELD is concerned about the increasing number of demon activity.” The agent continued. “So? Isn’t that a job for [url=https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Wizardry_Alchemy_Necromancy_Department_(Earth-616)]Wand[/url] or the sorcerer supreme?” Krotar questioned. “Well you know how these spy organisations work. Everyone trusts about as far as they can throw. With a global defense network in the works, everyone’s a bit on edge. After the Triskelion and the Insight debacle, the higher ups want someone to investigate without any known ties to SHIELD.” Krotar sat back down. Leaned back and put his feet up on the table. “So another black bag op then. No flags. No support.” Krotar said as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and lit it with a snap of his fingers. “You’ve done it before.” The agent said. Sliding a dossier across the table to Krotar. “I’ll want access to Stark’s blueprints. The secret ones. I know shield wiped his latest stuff off the internet and Stark made his servers very secure. I also know that SHIELD likes to keep things it deems useful or of tactical value.” This brought a frown to the SHIELD agent’s face. “I don’t even know what schematics we have on file, though I’m sure I can convince them to let me give you something from R&D that will be worth your while. It might not be Stark tech, but it might help you get home.” 
At this, Krotar put the cigarette out on the table and picked up the dossier. “Alright.” He stood up and made his way to the door。”You’ll be wanting these.” Agent Lance said holding up the holster with his two guns in it. 
Krotar took his guns and left the NYPD precinct. His SHIELD friend making sure he was released easily.