Who the hell am I (english version)

Lemurian Star

Shortly after, we find ourselves on the ship, flying to our destination. I've swapped my sportswear for a custom-tailored leather outfit that fits my body perfectly and is ideal for our missions. My hair is up in a bun; the risk of someone grabbing my ponytail or loose hair in close combat is just too high. I have knives sheathed in various places on my body, including two hidden in my boots. A PPQ and a Glock 44 are strapped to my belt.

Nat and Steve have also changed; Nat is wearing an outfit similar to mine, while Steve is in his uniform. The S.T.R.I.K.E. team, a special unit of S.H.I.E.L.D., is gathered in front of a screen, and that includes us. It won't be long before we reach our target.

The radar shows:

Indian Ocean

Lat: 16N55'12.06"

Long: 72N56'7.09"

Brock Rumlow, a tall man with dark hair and distinctive features, informs us about the situation. "The target is a mobile satellite launch platform, the Lemurian Star. They just sent up a payload when pirates hijacked it 93 minutes ago." Great, someone seems to be looking for trouble. "Are there any demands?" Steve asks him. He's our captain on these missions, so he handles most of the questions while the rest of us absorb the information like sponges. "1.5 billion US dollars," Rumlow replies. Can they please repeat that? How much? "Why so much?" Steve wants to know. I could answer that, but Fury has instructed me to keep quiet. I glance at Nat, who gives me a nod. "Because it belongs to S.H.I.E.L.D.," Rumlow responds. Yes, exactly, and Nat and I have been tasked with retrieving information from this ship. It seems, however, that the pirates' attack wasn't entirely coincidental.

"So it's not a random target," Steve says. Can he read minds now? I hope not. "There must be a good reason," Nat says to him, keeping her gaze straight ahead. She also doesn't like that we can't tell Steve anything about our mission, but Fury would probably rip us apart if we disobeyed his instructions. "What's on the ship that they want?" Another question from Steve. Maybe they want the same thing we do. Fury was very specific in his instructions, so the information must be important. "We don't know," Rumlow answers this question as well. I look at Steve. "I'm tired of being Fury's lackey," he says to Nat and me. "I can't argue with that," I reply, and having to lie to Steve is just the tip of the iceberg.

"How many pirates?" the questioning continues. I just want to get started. Once again, I dig my nails into my palms. "Twenty-five." Oh, wonderful. "Top mercenaries." Even better. "Their leader is this guy." Rumlow shows a picture of a man on the screen. He is broad-shouldered, about 40, bald, and staring directly into my soul. He seems friendly. His name is mentioned, but I only catch something like "Baguette the Leaper." I'm 100% sure that's not right, but I don't need to know his name anyway. "He's a former French Special Forces agent, and he's high on Interpol's list." Definitely not someone you'd want to have tea with. "Before the French took him down, he had 36 assassination missions, always with maximum casualties." Nice. "Great," I whisper to Nat. She also doesn't seem thrilled about our adversary.

"Hostages?" Steve asks once more. "Mainly technicians and an officer, Jasper Sitwell." Oh, they can keep Sitwell. He's been annoying me since my first day at S.H.I.E.L.D. What the hell is he even doing on the Lemurian Star? I doubt these waters are suited for someone like him. "Alright, I'll go first and clear the deck. Elora, follow me once I give the signal. Nat, you wait briefly, then head to the engine room and stop the engines. Elora will join you once the top is secure. This is a planned attack, so we need to stay alert at all times. Rumlow, you and your men advance on my signal, search for the hostages, get them to the lifeboats, and evacuate them," Steve instructs us. Sounds pretty straightforward. Beat up some pirates, shut down the engines, retrieve the information, and then get out. Child's play.