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"Insight bay."
"Captain Rogers and Gwenivere Summers do not have clearance for project insight."
"Director override. Fury, Nicholas J."
"Confirmed."
I stood in the glass elevator beside Steve. It would seem at this point that I've spent most of my time here in this godforsaken elevator.
"You know, they used to play music in these things," I said to break the silence.
"Yeah," Fury looked at me, "my grandfather operated one of these things for 40 years. Grandad worked in a nice building. Got good tips. He'd walk home every night, a roll of ones in his lunch bag. He would say 'hi,' people would say 'hi' back. Time went on; the neighborhood got rougher. He'd say 'hi,' they'd say 'keep on steppin.' Grandad got to holding that lunch bag a little tighter."
"Did he ever get mugged?" Rogers asked.
Fury laughed, "every week, some punk would say, 'what's in the bag?'"
"What did he do?" I inquired.
"He'd show them. A couple crumpled ones and a loaded .22 Magnum."
I nodded slowly, not quite expecting that answer.
Fury chuckled at my reaction, "yeah, Grandad loved people. But he didn't trust them very much."
Fury turned so he was looking out the window. Steve and I shared a look before turning around with him, stunned expressions adorning our faces.
"Woah," my jaw was slack.
"Yeah, I know," the one-eyed man smirked at us, "they're a little bit bigger than a .22."
Giant helicarriers were all that could be seen. I only recognized the machinery from Nix's magazine called The Technology of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Each aircraft was loaded with smaller aircraft and absolutely humongous guns. I'd never seen weaponry this large. It left a feeling in the pit of my stomach. What were these for?
"Just when I thought this building couldn't get any bigger..." I marveled at all the underground structure. My mouth was gaping open and my eyes were wide as I spun around, taking everything in.
A sight like this was quite a shock after you've spent two years in confinement. Rogers, beside me, didn't look so starry-eyed.
"This is project insight. Three next-generation helicarriers synced to a network of targeting satellites."
I walked beside the men, jumping out of the way of people and machinery.
"Launched from the Lemurian Star," Steve said confidently. I had no idea what that was.
"Once we get them in the air, they never need to come down. Continuous sub-orbital flight, courtesy of our new repulsor engines."
We walked up a few platforms, getting a good view of everything. "These new long-range precision guns can eliminate 1,000 hostiles in a minute. The satellite can read a terrorist's DNA before he steps outside his spider hole. We're gonna neutralize a lot of threats before they even happen..."
