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Indian Ocean
Kara, Steve, and Natasha were flying over the Indian Ocean with a team in a quinjet.
"Target is a mobile satellite launch platform, the Lemurian Star. They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them, 93 minutes ago," an agent, Rumlow, explained, tapping on the monitor.
"Any demands?" Steve asked.
"Billion and a half," Rumlow answered.
"Why so steep?" Kara asked.
"Because it's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s."
"So it's not off-course. It's trespassing," Steve said.
"I'm sure they have a good reason," Natasha said.
"You know, I'm getting a little tired of being Fury's janitor," Steve said.
"Relax. It's not that complicated."
"How many pirates?" Steve asked Rumlow.
"25. Top mercs led by this guy," Rumlow said, swiping on the monitor, showing a picture of a man. "Georges Batroc. Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He's at the top of Interpol's Red Notice. Before the French demobilized him he had 36 kill missions. This guy's got a rep for maximum casualties."
"Hostages?" Steve asked.
"Oh, mostly techs. One officer. Jasper Sitwell. They're in the galley."
"What's Sitwell doing on a launch ship?"
"Alright, I'm gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc."
"Nat and Kara, you kill the engines and wait for instructions," Steve instructed. "Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life-pods, get them out. Let's move."
"S.T.R.I.K.E., you heard the Cap. Gear up."
The pilot flipped a switch and the engines faced down, sending them upward into the sky.
"Secure channel seven," Steve said.
"Seven secure," Natasha said. "Did you do anything fun Saturday night?"
"Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so, no, not really," Steve said.
"I thought you went to the movies with Diana," Kara spoke up.
