The Little Siren

Chapter 8

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Phil Coulson was sitting at his desk when he glanced at the clock. 11:54 pm. He wearily passed a hand over his face and proceeded to give a long sigh. There were robot parts of various degrees of destruction strewn across his desk. He had been working tirelessly over the past few days to solve the attack—who and why?

On one of the least damaged chest pieces, Coulson found the letters D.M.I. inscribed. “D.M.I…” he muttered aloud.

He turned to his computer and searched the SHIELD database. Again. He had found no references to D.M.I. in any of his files. His office was filled with boxes of old case files. He pulled out some of the more recent ones and searched for a link in the technology. The Hephaestus project was the closest he could get but he still wasn’t getting any promising answers. Coulson let out an aggravated sigh and leaned back in his chair. He put his hands on his head and closed his eyes. Think, Phil, think. What does D.M.I. mean? Coulson sat upright once more and decided to do a simple Google search. He opened up the webpage and in the search bar typed DMI. He pressed ‘search’. His screen was immediately filled with urls.

“Mobile device management… office furniture… Devlin Maccabee Industries… Direct-” as he read off the names listed, Coulson stopped short. “Devlin Maccabee Industries?” Seeing the name Maccabee gave him chills that ran up his spine making him shiver. His thoughts shifted to Alistaire Maccabee, the notoriously famous crime boss. Former head of Maccabee Industries which specializes in warfare and weapons creation. SHEILD had been trying to take Maccabee down for years, but Coulson wanted him brought to justice for another reason. 19 years ago two of SHIELD best and most beloved agents had been working to bring down Maccabee. He had had them killed, drowned in a car “accident”. Those two agents were Jillian and Daniel Carter. Phil’s only sister. Mia’s parents.

Coulson clicked on the link for Devlin Maccabee Industries. He was brought to the home page for a technology company. He clicked on the option labeled ‘products’. Coulson read, “For over a generation, Maccabee Industries has been the leading producer in weapons development worldwide. Working to produce the safest and most efficient weapons has been Alistaire Maccabee’s goal. However, technology has boomed in the past several years and some incredible new inventions have been introduced into our lives. Devlin Maccabee, son and heir to Alistaire Maccabee and the Maccabee fortune, and who is also the new head of M.I., has seen how prominent technology has become for us. Using the most advanced technology, Devlin Maccabee created DMI to create new state of the art inventions to better the lives of everyone…”

Coulson took a deep breath and kept scrolling. He saw pictures and read articles about bunkers, vehicles, weapons, and even prototypes of robots. Coulson shifted his gaze to the broken robot pieces littering his desk. “D.M.I…” he said with realization in his voice. He picked up his phone and dialed Fury’s number.

“Coulson,” came a sleepy and aggravated voice. “Do you know what time it is?”

“Yes Sir, Director Fury. But I have just found something important I think you should see.”

Fury sighed. “Alright I’ll be over there in a few.”

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“I want to thank you all for coming,” Coulson said. “Director Fury and I have discovered something pertaining to the recent attack on Stark Tower.”

The Avengers all sat around a large round conference table, listening intently to their superiors. They had gotten summoned early that morning to a team meeting aboard the Helicarrier. It had been 3 days since the attack.