Chapter 5: The Weapon Room
“No.”
“But what about this-”
“No,” I repeated firmly, glaring at the unfortunate S.H.I.E.L.D agent, who put the little gun in her hands back on the shelf quickly.
She ran a hand through her short black hair in exasperation and gave Steve a pleading look. Steve stepped in.
“Eldrid, come on, just pick something – there’s bound to be something in here that you want,” he said beseechingly, gesturing at the room bursting with deadly technology with fake enthusiasm. I hadn’t missed the fact that when we’d walked into the Weapon Room ten minutes ago he’d regarded the place with faint disgust, despite being a soldier.
“I don’t need a weapon – I’m dangerous enough as I am,” I said matter-of-factly, and he sighed.
“Director Fury won’t be happy if you go unarmed. The world’s a much more dangerous place now that Hela and Loki are in control.”
“I’m an Asgardian – I’ll be fine.”
“Look, I’ve got a couple of things I need to do before we go – meet me on the flight deck when you’re done,” Steve said finally, and left me with the agent, who looked slightly nervous at being left alone with me.
“Go have a look around – I’m sure something will catch your eye,” she said half-hopingly, sitting lightly at her desk, and watching me with sharp eyes as I reluctantly began to walk down the aisles.
The huge room reminded me vaguely of a supermarket, except instead of food on the shelves, there were weapons, most of which were capable of mass destruction. My nose wrinkled slightly as I regarded one particularly large gun, which was simply labelled ‘The Incinerator’.
“Where do you get these weapons?” I asked the agent, looking back at her.
“We don’t ‘get’ them – most are created by the S.H.I.E.L.D scientists,” she replied mildly, and I frowned.
“You make these? That seems quite … dark for a government agency.”
“You think these are ‘dark’? You should see the other weapon room.” She snorted, and I turned away again.
“Now I can understand why no one trusts S.H.I.E.L.D,” I muttered to myself, starting my tour of the room off again.
Ten minutes later, something finally caught my eye.
Reaching out, I gently clasped the elegantly twisted black hilt of a long, thin sword. Almost in reverence, I pulled the blade out of its sheath, the metal glimmering in the light.
“That’s a good sword.”
I flinched involuntarily, and scowled at the agent.
“It’s not the best idea to sneak up on someone who’s holding a sword…” I told her, raising an eyebrow, and she gave me a dry look before glancing back at the blade in my hands.
“It used to belong to Deadpool – a mutant who had exceptional swordsmanship,” she explained, and I put the sword back on the shelf hastily.
“’Had’?”
“We don’t know where he is, which means the sword is up for grabs,” she said, clearly hinting that I should take it, and I shook my head.
“I don’t use swords that aren’t Asgardian-make. There’s nothing I want here – can I go now?”
The agent sighed wearily, and I followed her back to the desk.
Sitting back down on the office chair, she pulled out a small cell phone from the drawer and waved me away with a look of regret on her face.
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The Secret Rebellion (Book 3 in The Secret Series)
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