Spyder Bite

x) Zola's Algorithm

May 23rd, 2014

(Michael P.O.V) 

It wasn't ever fun being a prisoner, let alone that of your own allies who were secretly Hydra all along. Real bummer. Now, Hydra had the maximum firepower in their hands. The ball was in our court, and we had to strike bad hard. Fortunately, I was right where Steve and Natasha were when they tracked the source of some USB Nick gave them before he died. Turned out, Arnim Zola was the brain of the secret facility within Steve's old camp. But at least we were able to find something useful. 

With the help of one of Steve's friends, he was able to help us find Agent Sitwell - only after acquiring a special pack for him which was apparently the last of its kind. On cue, the Senator, Sitwell and six bodyguards - two in front and four behind - exited the Willard InterContinental, conversing about usual work business. When the Senator left along with his bodyguards - only four out of the six left, which showed two men who were working for Sitwell remained behind him - Sitwell's phone rang. He looked at them, telling them he needed a minute and that they should bring his car around to the front of the InterContinental. Now that the two men were gone, Sitwell answered his phone. 

"Agent Sitwell. How was lunch?" Sam greeted him. "I hear the crab cakes here are delicious." 

"Who is this?" Sitwell demanded fearfully. 

"The good-looking guy in the sunglasses at your ten o'clock." 

Sitwell observed the crowd around him to the right when he was told to check his other ten o'clock and locked eyes on Sam, who was wearing a green shirt, blue jeans and a nice leather jacket, drinking a Stein. 

"What do you want?" 

"You're gonna go 'round the corner to your right: there's a gray car two spaces down. We're gonna go for a ride." 

" 'We'?" Sitwell scoffed. "And why would I do that?"

I stalked up behind Sitwell and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn around so I could fix his tie by tightening it to choke him almost. 

"Because that tie looks really expensive," said Sam. 

"And I'd hate to mess it up." I finished for Sam and frowned at Sitwell, who stared at me fearfully with wide, bulging eyes from behind his glasses. 

I forced Sitwell to spin around and slammed my hand on his back and walked beside him. We both walked down the street, around the corner and to the gray car Sam and I drove in after he picked me up yesterday from the SHIELD safehouse I was being interrogated in. From there, Sam drove us to the Charles Centre South - a skyscraper. While Sam got his gear on, I delivered Sitwell to the roof of the skyscraper, from where Steve and Natasha came storming along and took over from me while I stood by and watched the pair interrogate Sitwell.

"Tell me about Zola's algorithm." Steve commanded as he and Natasha continued to chase Sitwell, who got up to his feet after being thrown out of the door that led to the rooftop and the stairwell. 

"Never heard of it." Sitwell lied miserably. 

"What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?" 

"I was throwing up. I get seasick." 

Sitwell found the edge of the building and stumbled, gasping as he flapped his arms to regain balance when Steve did it for him and grabbed Sitwell's jacket, holding up to his face so they were both centred at eye level. 

"Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof? Because it's really not your style, Rogers." Sitwell teased with a grin.