During the late 1930s to the the mid 1940s, the world was faced with a conflict the likes of which had never been seen or fathomed by mankind before. The fate of billions of humans beings was dependant on the outcome, but fortunately the Nazi Regime...
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1312 Hours, February 12th, 2019
Within 5km Radius of Alleged Hydra Black Site, Palawan, Philippines
Captain Rogers moved like a ghost through the jungle, running the geographical maps through his head once more. SHIELD intel pointed to the existence of a covert black site in the immediate area, staffed by none other than Hydra. This one in particular was of a great deal of interest to the Captain because of who was said to be in command of operations; Johann Schmidt. Couple that with the recent disappearance of the Cosmic Cube from the the vault at Avengers HQ, and it was obviously a recipe for disaster.
Schmidt, known during the Second World War as the infamous Red Skull, was Adolf Hitler's right-hand man. It wasn't until after the war that he attained control of Hydra, which was the one organisation he could use to further his goal of Nazi world power since the Third Reich had fallen. The Captain had made it a personal directive of his to end the Skull. One man out of time was enough for this world, he believed.
Rogers froze with every sound that he heard, stopping for ten minutes at a time, not moving a single muscle whilst scanning for hostile guards. Eventually Rogers came across a lone structure, breaking the uniformity of the tropical jungle and the mountainous terrain surrounding it. The building was of fairly modern make with sleek edges, no windows, and multiple anti-air fixtures upon its roof.
As he scrutinised the defences, he could make out several sniper towers around the perimeter, two-man patrol groups, and automatic turrets placed in the courtyard. It was extremely well-defended. A place like this meant that there was no going in quiet; he'd have to come in guns blazing and kick down the door. Whatever Hydra is developing in this facility, if its armed for a full-scale defence, is something Rogers is willing to risk his life to shut down.
With a sharp inhale, Rogers thrusted to his feet and bounded across the forest floor faster than any Olympic sprinter in history. He unslung the silenced M4 rifle on his back, shouldered it and took aim as he sprinted at top speed. He zeroed on one of the sniper towers and squeezed the trigger.
Despite his immense speed, the trio of shots hit their mark and cleanly dispatched that first sniper without any real sound. Immediately, he sighted the other sniper and repeated his actions. With a short cough masking the burst of fire, the second sharpshooter was down. At this point, Rogers was closing in on the perimeter fence, so he kicked against the dirt. The motion sent him hurling through the air and over the fence.
In mid-air, he swept his rifle across all the Hydra troopers he could, clearing out most of them as he landed. The bodies dropped by the time he sent his eyes back up. Rifle spent, he tossed the thing aside and readied his weapon of choice; the pure vibranium shield that had been his best friend since 1945.
As expected, and quite efficiently Rogers thought, the alarm was promptly sounded. The auto-turrets swivelled on their posts, telling Rogers to move. He leapt forward, rolled, then thrusted his shield into action with every ounce of upper body strength he had. The disc cleaved through the air and slammed into one of the turrets before it had time to discharge a single round. The shield completely wrecked the mechanical device, crumpling its titanium shell like paper.
