This means war

Chapter 5

Bucky radiated pure anger and aggression when he stepped into Hydra HQ. The look on his face was so murderous that people stepped out of his way and avoided all eye contact with him. He pushed the doors to the briefing room and flung his body onto the chair.

"SHIELD got the flash drive," he said angrily. His close friend Rumlow sat in the chair next to him. His neutral face turned into an expression of sympathy.

"They pulled a fast one on you, didn't they?"

The dam holding back Bucky's anger exploded. "That son of a bitch! The next fucking time I see him I will kill him with my own two hands!"

Rumlow burst into laughter, "You know we can't actually hurt them, right?"

Bucky let out a sound of frustration and slammed his fist on the table. "We should be able to!"

"Don't worry Bucky, I know it's frustrating, but we didn't loose any vital information. The flash drive only contained information on SHIELD we planned to use as leverage over them," Thomas said. He was one of the staff members in charge of delegating missions to agents and briefing the agents.

"I have a mission in three days," Rumlow offered. "Wanna help with it? It might help you cool off."

Bucky run a hand through his hair. "What's the mission?"

"He has to sabotage a terrorist plan to detonate bombs in the large museums in the city," Thomas answered.

Museums, Bucky thought. That would cause thousands of deaths. "Isn't this too dangerous for a single agent?"

"Yes," Thomas agreed. "But they are extremely cautious and will not accept more than one person at a time. We have a window because our source says they are looking for a person to help carry out these bombings. But because of the scale of this mission SHIELD will also be sending an agent. This might ruin our plan to get Rumlow in and sabotage his mission. The agent's code name is Captain America."

Bucky sat up in his chair, "What do you want me to do?"

"Just stop him from interfering without hurting him too much," Rumlow shrugged.

Thomas pulled a briefcase from under the table. He opened it to reveal syringes. "Just inject him with this. It will put him to sleep for 24 hours with no side effects."

"Count me in," A wicked smile wore Bucky's lips. His bright eyes shone with malice as he looked at the syringes.

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"Wish me luck," Rumlow said as he slid guns and weapons on several areas of his person. The car was bathed in a flickering red light coming from the big neon sign across the street from them. The words "Promise" glowed on the sign in a bold print as well as an illustration of a woman in a vintage champagne glass.

Loud music blasted from the building, promising the crowd entering a night of ambiance. This strip club was the hot spot of the shadiest part of the city. But Bucky and Rumlow knew that it was a front. David Sando, the leader of the terrorist group, often conducted illegal business in the back rooms.

"A lot of lives are at stake here," Bucky said. "Go show them that we fuck up plans." Rumlow laughed and stepped out the car. The moment he stepped into the outside world his facial expression contorted into a grim expression. Bucky watched him walk into the club before he drove off. He found a place to park the dark car and walked back to the club.

Bucky circled around the building, trying to determine which way Steve was most likely to use to get in. He stumbled upon a dark, empty alleyway outside the back exit of the club. The space was lined with dumpsters and only the moonlight illuminated Bucky's path.