Andromeda Johnson is an 218-year-old Enhanced living in New York. She was an orphan since 5 living peacefully after being found by a family. Then, in 1937, she worked with the SSR as an agent with her adopted brother Lucas. She was found out by HY...
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"Sam, call him now. I'll wait around the corner, grey car. I'm leaning on it.", I say through my mind. I tapped into his phone to listen to their conversation. Ether will do the red dot intimidation. "Agent Sitwell, how was lunch? I hear the crab cakes here are delicious.", Sam says. Grab me some crab cakes as you leave Sam. "Who is this?", Sitwell asks looking around and petrified.
"The good-looking guy in the sunglasses, your ten o'clock."
"Your other ten o'clock."
"What do you want?"
"You're gonna go around the corner, to your right. There's a grey car, two spaces down. You and I are gonna take a ride."
"Ether put a target on him now. Don't change until he turns the corner and meet Sam.", I called to Ether who is situated atop the building we will meet Sitwell. The girl has gotten more confidence now, unlike the first time I she transformed.
"And why would I do that?"
"Because that tie looks really expensive, and I'd hate to mess it up.", Sam ends the call and Sitwell complies, turning and walking to the corner. He and Sam entered the car and I drove into the building. As soon as we got to the roof, Steve throws him down.
"Tell us about Zola's algorithm.", Steve demanded with Nat, Ether, and I in tow. He looks scared as shit. "Never heard of it.", Sitwell lies. "Don't lie Sitwell. My agents reported you work for HYDRA.", I say. "What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?", Steve says pushing Sitwell further to the edge of the building. "I was throwing up, I get seasick.", he says as he bumps in the railing. Steve pushes him down and the bastard just smiles. "Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof? Because it's really not your style, Rogers.", he says. Steve hoist him up back and dusts his shoulders.
"You're right. It's not. It's theirs.", he says as he steps aside for us to kick Sitwell off the roof. "Oh, wait. What about that girl from accounting, Laura...?", Nat says. "Yeah, I think she's cute.", I say. "You're lesbian, Meda. And she's Lillian. Lip piercing, right?", he says. "I agree with Meda though.", Nat says and we high-five. "Yeah, I'm not ready for that.", Steve says shaking his head. "Your hopeless.", I say just as Sam flies in with Sitwell screaming.
Sam drops him and he immediately starts talking. "Zola's algorithm is a program...for choosing Insight's targets!", he says raising up his hands. "What targets?", I ask him. "You! A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa city. Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA! Now, or in the future.", he says.
"The Future? How could it know?", Steve says angrily. The shit just laughed that was until Ether pointed her knife at Sitwell's throat. Shocking, I never knew she could be so violent. "Talk clearly human.", she whispers. "Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, e-mails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores. Zola's algorithm evaluates people's past to predict their future.", he says. "What then?!", I yelled.
