Nazarov

[3 - Gun Knife Fist Shield]

stop.

The soldier and the assassin sat at the kitchen table, in the dark, waiting. It was a while before Alexander Pierce wandered into the kitchen towards the fridge. He grabbed a carton of milk out and tuned around stopping in his tracks when he saw the killers sitting in his kitchen.
"I'm going to go Mr Pierce, do you need anything?" A feminine voice floated out to them. Without breaking eye contact with his intruders, Pierce spoke to her.
"No it's fine Ronata. You can go home." Keys being jingled could be heard.
"Okay, night night." They waited for the door to close before any of them made a move. Pierce grabbed a glass from the cupboard behind him and he poured some milk into it.
"Want some milk?" He asked. Neither of them answered. The assassins looked very threatening lurking in the dark, each in their own suit, the Winter Soldier sitting in a chair, his metal arm draped over the table and Lynx standing behind him, arms crossed and a look of malice on her face. Her dark hair hung around her face and shoulders casting shadows over her features.
"The timetable has moved. Our window is limited. Two targets, level six. They already cost me Zola. I want confirmed death in ten hours." Pierce sat down opposite the Winter Soldier.
"Sorry Mr Pierce, I forgot.....my phone." Pierce's maid trailed off when she saw the assassins standing in the dark and Pierce conversing with them.
"Oh Ronata, I wish you would have knocked." His eyes turned down slightly and Lynx pulled out a gun firing once, the maid letting out a small scream and stumbling backwards, she fired one more shot and the poor woman fell to the floor dead. A smile tugged at Lynx's lips.
"Ten hours, confirmed death, high priority." Pierce recapped. The assassins blinked in response.
"Dismissed." Pierce got up from the table, taking his glass with him and he walked down one of his many hallways, disappearing in the dark. The Winter Soldier got up from his chair and joined Lynx in staring out the window as she waved her hands, opening up a portal once again, into HYDRA headquarters. They walked through and with a flash of green light, Pierce's kitchen disappeared into space time. Brock Rumlow and Jack Rollins stood waiting for them.
"Track 'em. Confirmed death in ten hours. Two tac teams. Make sure you've got plenty of ammo because I'm not giving you any of mine. Have the Strike team on standby to dispose of the bodies. Wheels up at dawn." Lynx barked at the agents. They nodded and started speaking into their earpieces. Morana turned on her heel and walked out of the briefing room. She strode down to the armoury, inspecting each gun carefully, making her selection. Sarge came in shortly afterwards, Morana instantly handing him a M203PI grenade launcher which he took and placed against the wall. She then threw him a Galil MAR sniper at him, which he caught and placed next to his other weapon. She then picked up her own Galil MAR, two glock 26's, a glock 19, tucking two double edged serrated Gerber mark II knives into her boots. Sarge grabbed his mask and glasses from the shelf and selected his handguns and knives. They each grabbed enough bullets to slaughter an entire state and they walked back to the briefing room, carrying their weapons. They laid them out of the table, sliding each weapon to it's correct spot. Morana putting a glock 26 in each thigh holster, slinging the Galil MAR onto her back and tucking her last gun, the glock 19 into the back of her belt. Sarge had put his many handguns into his many pockets and had one attached to his back. He had given his sniper and grenade launcher to the strike team so he could move freely and chase his targets. As they were suiting up, Rumlow and Rollins ran in.
"They're on the move. They broke into Fort Meade and stole the last EXO-7 Falcon suit and they got to Sitwell. We have to assume that they know about Project Insight and Zola's Algorithm. Take out Sitwell and continue the mission as planned. Car leaves in five minutes so be in the garage ASAP." Rumlow said. The tac teams grabbed their weapons and filed out the door, heading down to the garage.
"Let's go." Sarge put his mask on, covering half his face, then sliding his glasses on to cover his eyes. Morana pulled her hair back into a ponytail and fixing her smudged eye make up. They stalked down to the garage, jumping into the monster trucks and speeding out towards a highway containing the cell signal from the fugitive's phones.