X-Men Mission: Agents of SHIELD - Part 1
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xp_logsKane receives an emergency call from Agent Phil Coulson about the capture of Captain America by AIM and asks for help.
One day, Kane vowed, he was going to get his beer cooler approved for installation in the Danger Room’s control room. Instead, he had to settle for the decidedly substandard coffee from the machine in the corner that was older than he was. Lines of data ran down either side of his monitor as it worked to crunch the results from the last week’s worth of simulations.
He was deep into team results when his phone buzzed. The number was blocked but that was nothing new, between his FBI contacts and the wider and less visible Mutant Underground.
“Go for Kane.” He said, pinching the phone between his ear and shoulder while he worked.
“Special Agent Kane? This is Agent Coulson.”
“Hey Phil. How’s the big world of SHIELD these days?”
“Been better. In fact, we kind of lost Captain America. Which is bad for us.”
“Wait, what?” Kane jerked up, the data forgotten.
“We hit an AIM facility an hour ago and ran into more than we could handle. Bad intel. SHIELD reinforcements are on the way, but the rest of the Avengers aren’t available and I’m watching the facility where Cap was taken prepping to evacuate.”
“Shit. So what can-”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Coulson cut him off. “Based on our location and that jet of yours, you could get a team here in half the time that SHIELD is going to take. We need a favour, Kane, bad.”
“I’m not sure who’s available but I’ll scramble a team.” It wasn’t a great time for it. Most of the regulars were out and about. Getting them back and on the Blackbird would take too much time. They’d have to go with whoever was here right now.
“Sending you the coordinates now. Godspeed, Agent Kane. We need it.”
One day, Kane vowed, he was going to get his beer cooler approved for installation in the Danger Room’s control room. Instead, he had to settle for the decidedly substandard coffee from the machine in the corner that was older than he was. Lines of data ran down either side of his monitor as it worked to crunch the results from the last week’s worth of simulations.
He was deep into team results when his phone buzzed. The number was blocked but that was nothing new, between his FBI contacts and the wider and less visible Mutant Underground.
“Go for Kane.” He said, pinching the phone between his ear and shoulder while he worked.
“Special Agent Kane? This is Agent Coulson.”
“Hey Phil. How’s the big world of SHIELD these days?”
“Been better. In fact, we kind of lost Captain America. Which is bad for us.”
“Wait, what?” Kane jerked up, the data forgotten.
“We hit an AIM facility an hour ago and ran into more than we could handle. Bad intel. SHIELD reinforcements are on the way, but the rest of the Avengers aren’t available and I’m watching the facility where Cap was taken prepping to evacuate.”
“Shit. So what can-”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Coulson cut him off. “Based on our location and that jet of yours, you could get a team here in half the time that SHIELD is going to take. We need a favour, Kane, bad.”
“I’m not sure who’s available but I’ll scramble a team.” It wasn’t a great time for it. Most of the regulars were out and about. Getting them back and on the Blackbird would take too much time. They’d have to go with whoever was here right now.
“Sending you the coordinates now. Godspeed, Agent Kane. We need it.”
