The Old Gods | Book 2

Five: Deliverance

Her mission brought her to the heart of Brooklyn City to a seemingly dystopian abandoned building. The goddess dressed in disguise sits inside a small coffee shop by a busy street. She is wearing jeans and a formal blouse with a coat. She has a magazine in front of her and a beverage.

A cup of coffee, they call it.

On a table to the far side of the shop, is sitting two Shield agents. Also in disguise. An old man sitting on the chair in the front window, facing the building with a magazine to his nose, is also an agent. Across the street is a couple who is lost and trying to search for their way, are also agents.

Sigyn brings the hot cup to her lips and she sips on the frothy chocolate-coated foam. A bitter taste hits her tongue but the milk soothes it down. It was nice. "This is enjoyable," she said to no one.

"Begin moving in." a voice in her ear said.

The couple across the street turned casually, approaching the building a few meters down. They get to the front door, seemingly arguing, then turning to the building, they enter.

"We're inside." a different voice said.

Silence.

"What do you see?"

Silence.

"One big empty floor. Moving upstairs - wait."

"What is it?"

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

"Come in? Repeat, do you come in?"
Silence.

A bang rings through the air and heads perk up. The shop goes quiet and people outside stopped. "What was that?" the voice in her ear urgently says. "We need to move in now."

The voice of Agent Coulson then spoke. "Nobody moves until I give the order. I'm getting no response."

Sigyn's eyes closely watch the building. Focus flittering from window to window. Either broken and boarded up or glued over with newspapers. Graffiti litters the brick building. She heard that bang. Something is wrong.

Sigyn puts down the magazine she wasn't reading, eyes focused on the building. "We must move in." she softly spoke.

"Do not engage." was her orders.

Her eyes which have not left the building spots a figure. They step out through the door but he is too far away to make out any specific features. He is a tall man with brunette hair past his ears. Dark cargo pants and a vest. Both arms are covered in sleeves. He slightly resembles the man in the picture but nothing too specific.

The strange man takes a few paces forward and stops. He looked both ways as if looking for something.

"We have movement," said Sigyn. "A man."

"Do not engage. He could be our suspect. I repeat - do not engage."

The man down the street then reveals a large machine gun from his back. He aims the muzzle at the sky and releases a few shots. They echo through the street loudly in a series of snapping buzzes. People scream in terror and duck away. They scatter like ants at the first sight of rain. Cars screeched to a halt some hitting bumper to bumper. Others quickly drove away in mania.

"Get down!" a voice shouts, as an agent runs towards the man with his weapon. He is shot down. More screaming and running.

"Everybody stay down!" the hidden agent in the coffee shop shouts as they back against the wall loading their weapon.