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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1745 Hours, 30th February
Secure Site 21A, Nevada Desert, Amerika
Intel was always the make or break of a smash and grab operation like this, Steve thought. From the edge of the waves of sand flanking the Nazi facility, he stared at the multiple guard towers and patrolling troopers.
An informant known as 8, the newest member of the Neu Berlin underground, supplied coordinates for what he described as a treasure trove of materials that the Reich didn't want anyone to know about. Naturally, a small task force was organised to verify the reports, one led by Ben Grimm. Steve was sceptical of any information handed to the insurrection by a double agent, but they didn't have much of a choice. They needed to make a move and they needed to do it now.
With a whistle, Fleischer reported into her comm, "Looks a little hot in there, boss. Overlapping lines of fire, minimal cover on the approach, elevated watch positions, electrified fence...it's tight. Wouldn't want to get spotted early."
Ben Grimm's low voice promptly entered the conversation. "Hunter Two," Grimm started lowly, referring to Fleischer's callsign for this mission. "I need you to get in close, tell me what kind of firepower those towers are packing."
Fleischer glanced to her side, meeting eyes with Steve who lay prone several metres away. He was dressed in his entire blue uniform despite the damage it had sustained from his encounter with the Meistermann. Patches of its fitted kevlar padding had been scuffed and frayed, and his helmet had tiny silver scratches drawn upon its left side.
Behind him, also trained on the facility, were a handful of militiamen from the underground. They weren't soldiers, but that didn't mean that they couldn't get the job done. Steve had fought alongside men and women in similar positions back in France during WW2; they were trained informally, because sometimes there was no such thing as recruitable qualified personnel.
Steve added, "Sir, spectral imaging may be installed at this site."
From a tactical standpoint, Fleischer was an invaluable surveillance asset. Just like Janet as the Wasp back home, Steve knew from experience the kind of situational awareness someone like her could give them. Steve didn't want to lose that edge, especially when his side was grossly outmatched by the enemy in every way imaginable.
"He's right," Fleischer chimed in. "If those kinds of scanners are running over there, they could pick me up if I shrink down and fly in."
Muffled breaths laced through the channel as Grimm contemplated. After tense silence, the man finally said, "Three...take Four and Five, sweep the area for those imaging systems."
Steve nodded reflexively, despite the obvious fact that Ben wasn't able to see it. "Copy that," the Captain responded. He drew his suppressed sidearm, flicked off the safety, and stowed it back in his thigh holster.
