BOOK 4 of the ORPHIC Series
DISENTHRALL
/ˌdisənˈTHrôl/
set free.
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When Lucille 'Lucy' Opal Baker starts adjusting to a world without Captain America and more government therapy sessions...
T H E F A L C O N A N D T H E W I N T E R S O L D I E R
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"Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured."
Madripoor, Indonesia July, 2024
"THE POWER BROKER LIKES to have their super soldiers close." The Commander started, his voice firm. "Whatever the hell Jack hasn't told me has put his life in danger. He involved himself with the kingpin of this fuckin' island, like an idiot."
The insult was more of an endearment that hid the stress riddling the Commander's body. Verfall knew that the Commander was anxious, a nervous jitter forcing his leg to shake. But it wasn't completely noticeable, and the Commander remained level-headed, even if this made him want to hurt anyone and everyone.
Even if he was tearing apart on the inside, the what-if's ringing through his mind. There had been a sheer panic that had gripped him when Jack didn't come home and their last conversation had been an argument. The last thing he'd said was to get the fuck out and that was– That couldn't be the last thing Jack ever hears from him.
Brock's brows furrowed.
"It's been approximately three days, two hours, and five minutes–six, now," he stated, ignoring the surprised look Sam and Zemo shot him, "since Jack's gone missing. Sources in Low town show that a group of mercenaries took him on the street. Problem with that is, the mercenaries are all dead."
"Did you kill them?" James questioned.
"No they were killed by the time I got to them." The Commander replied, sounding frustrated.
Verfall looked at Winter for a second, confusion in her expression. He glanced at her, catching her eyes for a moment. The Commander followed his line of sight and gave her a pointed expression. She stepped forwards, eyes focusing on the screen they circled.
They'd driven to a warehouse-like building, with guards lining every exit and entrance, including the windows. There were a few couches sitting around, furniture in crates stacked atop each other. Zemo stood at the screen, annoyance in his gaze as Sam thought deeply about all of this.
James remained to the left of Rumlow, while Verfall remained to his right.
Or, well, not Verfall.
Lucy's eyes tracked the bodies of mercenaries, then the security footage showing Jack being dragged away by said mercenaries. Lucy clicked on the screen, zooming in as much as she could. There was a sliver of a needle, just the slightest glint of it. She frowned, before moving the screen to the side and reading the list of suspects Brock had come up with.
