【 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗥 】𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

CHAPTER 7

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LAGOS NIGERIA, 2016.

A year has gone by since the Avengers defeated Ultron. And now, you and the rest of the team are in the middle of yet another mission.

You slightly bob your head as you " listen to music " through your earbuds, looking around subtly. Wanda sits at the same cafe at a different table, adding sugar to her cup and stirring it. She takes a sip as she looks around.

" Alright, what do you see?" Cap says over the com.

" Standard beat cops. Small station." Wanda replies, gently placing her cup back on the saucer.

" Quiet street," you add. " It's a good target."

Steve watches the street from the window of an abandoned building, looking down at cop cars lined up in the road. " There's an ATM in the south corner, which means..." He trails off, giving Wanda the opportunity to answer.

" Cameras." Wanda says, itching her lip to cover her mouth as she speaks.

" Both cross streets are one way," says Steve.

" Which means compromised escape routes..." you say.

" Exactly." Steve says. "Also means our guy doesn't care about being seen, he isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out."

" You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?" He questions. "Yeah, zhe red one? It's cute." Wanda says.

" It's also bulletproof. Which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us." Nat says a couple tables away from Wanda.

"You guys know I can move things with my mind right?" Wanda asks rhetorically.

" Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature," Natasha tells her. Wanda turns and looks over her shoulder at Nat, who is taking a sip of her coffee.

" Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Sam Wilson asks over the coms.

" Not to my face." Nat replies. " Why? You hear something?"

" Eyes on the target folks," Cap orders. " This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him."

" If he sees us coming that won't be a problem," you say as you lean your elbows on the table. " He kinda hates us."

You suddenly notice a garbage truck pushing its way through traffic, with no regard for pedestrians or other vehicles.

" Sam," Steve says. " See that garbage truck? Tag it." From the back of Sam's Falcon jet pack, a small drone, launches and flies down to scan the garbage truck. It flies underneath the truck, " Give me X-ray," Sam tells it.

The drone scans the truck and gives Sam the information – weight analysis: Cargo Weight: 13825 kgs. Max capacity.

" The truck's loaded for max weight. And the driver's armed." Sam says.

" It's a battering ram," Nat says.

" Go now," Steve orders in realization.

"What?" Wanda questions, confused.

" He's not hitting the police." Steve says.

INSTITUTE FOR INFECTIOUS DISEASES.

A man is sitting in the guard station and he looks over as the garbage truck is coming towards the gate. The driver leaps out, and the truck slams into the gateway. Two trucks rush into the compound through the newly-made entrance.