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Ch. 7: Familiar Faces

"Magnolia Rose!"

I skipped over, holding a clipboard in my hand as I stood up straight, my face straight as I spoke, "Yessir."

"Go and interrogate that SHIELD agent, Jeremiah Ryder," he ordered, not even batting an eye at me.

"Of course, sir," I respond, and start heading towards Jeremiah's cell.

It wasn't too far- just around the corner. I opened it quickly and shut the door behind me, bringing the blinds down so no one on the outside would be able to see me. I turned myself around to face him, a small smile on my face as I coughed, "Jeremiah Ryder. Age 27. Height 178 centimeters, roughly 5 foot 8. Around 170 pounds, and you've been a SHIELD agent for 7 years now."

"How'd you know how long I've been with SHIELD?" He asked, struggling against the handcuffs that restrained him to the table he was sitting at.

I brought my hand over the mic that was connected to my shirt, destroying it easily with heat as I sat down in front of him, "All will be said in due time, friend."

"We aren't friends."

"Maybe we aren't, but you're on a mission to find that winged girl, aren't you?" I asked, kicking back as I gazed at him through my brown contacts. I was grinning at this point. He still didn't recognize me.

"You- how?"

"I have my resources. So tell me, why is it you've been searching for her?"

He pursed his lips before leaning away, his eyes shutting as he let out a sigh, "Arch went missing on a mission and everyone else she was with was killed. I don't know what happened but we're worried the wrong people got their hands on her."

I hummed in response, before leaning back, taking off the hat that sat on my head. After that I removed the wig that I've been wearing for almost a year now.

I then removed my contacts, though it took a while, and I sat up, a smile on my face as I looked Jeremiah in the eye, "And to think that getting yourself captured led yourself right towards her, huh?"

"You've been working here, Arch? Jesus-"

"Nu-uh. I escaped once I realized all my allies were dead and my communications was sabotaged, and I had to contact back to base. So I... stole... one of their people and got a brown wig with brown contacts, put em on, as well as her outfit, and boom! I infiltrated their base and I've gathered important documents related to Louis Rose."

Jeremiah laughed, and shook his head, "And to think we were worried about you."

"Well I do have wings that can heal people, and burning hot light that can set things on fire," I replied, shrugging, "So, yeah, I wouldn't have been worried. Now to get you out of here..."

"How is that possible? We're probably underground with several guards on each floor."

I rubbed my hands together, "Oh it's simple, really. I get you a guard outfit, give it to you, you change into it, and then we chain said guard into this room so it makes it look like you never left. We get outside, and we fly back to the base."

"That's Plan A. Plan B is beating the ever loving shit out of these people."

I grinned, nodding vigorously, "Ditto."

. . .

Jeremiah and I were walking to the ground level floor, hands in our pockets as our disguises hid our faces. He glanced towards me before coughing quietly, "Earlier you mentioned something about gathering important documents on Louis Rose?"