Saving Greer ((Prequel to "Red on my Ledger"))

Chapter 7

Chapter 6

Greer

Maria stood behind the agents as they backed away for a moment, before quickly jolting the log-shaped mechanism, slamming it against the door. She stood for a moment as the agents backed away and Hill took out the pistol from her belt, flicking her finger against the side of the material, allowing it to turn off the safety and she raised it to her head, ready to fire as the door fell, bouncing slightly as it hit the carpet below.

Hill stepped through the door first, raising the gun, scanning the room with her eyes. She stepped forward cautiously, pacing the room as a few agents followed her into the room, following her lead. Hill could immediately tell someone was in here. Files were scattered around the desk as if, whoever was here, was in a hurry to leave. The chair was casted aside, despite Hill leaving it perfectly tucked against her desk. The window was opened, the sunlight streaming through the room.

"Clear!" She shouted once she was sure no one was in the room as she walked over to her desk. She examined the glassed window, examining the crowds that were buzzing around the sidewalks, outside the city. There seemed to be nothing suspicious. The agents examined the room, also ensuring there was nothing out of the ordinary while Hill turned towards them, placing her gun to her side. "Get to the security cameras," Hill commanded, pointing towards the camera at the far corner of the room which was glaring at the agents, the lenses growing as they shuffled from their places. "Bring back the footage so I can examine it personally. I want a threat watch analysis. Inform Fury."

"Yes ma'am," they muttered, almost in synchronization, before they turned and filed out the door.

Hill watched them leave, filing neatly down the hallway, before she used her hand, pulling her chair away from her desk, taking a seat. She turned her chair, towards her file, using her fingers to shift through the documents, ensuring nothing was missing. Once she was sure, she turned her chair to face the computer, pulling the mouse, next to the keyboard sitting on the top of the desk. Feeling her motion, the lights of the screen lit up and Hill examined the files that were exposed, lining the screen. Hill's heart-rate spiked as she examined each file that was placed, using the small ball on the top of the mouse, to scroll through the hundreds and hundreds of sacred information. Hill grit her teeth tight together, reading the glowing words at the top of the screen in which were a bright, neon green reading: Transfer complete.

Giving a frustrated groan, tossing a piece of black hair away from her forehead, she reached towards her belt, flipping the small tab up that latched her walkie-talkie to her waist, pressing the side buttons and there was a slight buzzing on the other end, signaling someone was listening, waiting for her to speak.

"This is Hill, copy," she commanded, letting go of the buttons on the side of the device, waiting impatiently for a reply.

"Agent Francis, Copy," replies a second voice through the device.

"Francis, I need a direct file implantation tracer," commands Hill, examining the computer as she busied herself with the walkie-talkie. "Whoever this person was, they gained access to most of SHIELD's personal private files. They must've placed it in a chip. The next time that they put it into a computer, we have the ability to trace them."

Hill waited patiently for the response, not saying a word, as Francis, most likely transferring the information elsewhere, was silent. Finally, the static was heard once again and Hill listened closely, bringing the device close to her.