Chapitre 13: Zola and Treasure chest - Part 1
It was clear to all the shadow knights on Phil side that HYDRA had started their plan almost 4-5 hrs ahead of anything. A little planning in advance can be related to many things but a five hour advance period is enough time to make mistakes.
See, if you have only a 1-hour window and your mission will only take 20 minutes then try to wrap up it in 25 minutes max so that the possibility of leaving clues, witnesses or the possibility of a random stranger dropping in the middle of a mission can be minimised or reduced to zero.
So, why?
Phil has been jumping from one tree to another in search of some clues when he hit a wall in the middle of a jump and crashed directly on the ground.
"What the fuck? Martha, what did I hit?" questioned Phil.
"It appears to be a forcefield, sir, around a very large object. Considering the flickering and wave positioning of the particles, I can theoretically conclude that it appears in a shape of a small Jet."
"A small invisible jet on the side of the road when Starks will be targetted today?"
"I believe the answer is correct sir."
"This is no answer, Martha. This is another question. And I have too many without any clues. Note this down and also please track this chip I am planting on this. I need to know when and where it goes if it ever leaves this place," instructed Phil while making a note of this invisible aircraft.
"The tracker is put on the monitoring status. May I bring to your attention that there might be people inside it currently or around this area and it might result in unforeseen consequences for our mission," Martha again gave Phil a bit of advice.
"Yes, Martha. I know. We will just have to trust our commander now. My goal is just those 5 vials of serum. I have to trust the shadow knights and commander. Hopefully, they won't let me down."
"Sir, a team of people have just left the Howard Manor and are transporting a big metallic box in an armoured car. Although it is designed and painted to look like a normal van, the material readings are quite clear on this."
"How much time will it take for that car to cross this position?"
"7 minutes and 20 seconds at its current speed. Calculating your jump speed and the wind speed, you must jump 30 seconds before so you can avoid being crushed like a bug or left behind in the dust."
"Thank you, Martha. It seems MCU did hide some easter eggs or these scenes were later cut in the editing room. Damn it, this had to be important for HYDRA to lay such a big trap for it and risk failing in killing Howard. How could be something more important than five super-soldier serum vials?"
While Phil was racking his brains and thinking of possible stuff going from Tesseract to arc reactor to unprocessed vibranium when Martha notified Phil that only 10 seconds remaining to make his jump. Phil had come in the middle of the road and was looking at the coming Van.
"10,9,8,7..."
"Stop that shit, Martha. I don't need a fucking countdown right now."
"Oh, now jump!"
"Fuck!"
Phil jumped upwards and his claws came out of his hands. Every Owl has its claws and so does Phil. He managed to hold on to the van while hanging upside down near the wheels. It might have been an awesome jump if not for the fact that dirt from the tyres was hitting directly his face. At least he had a good idea of using helmets.
"Martha which direction is this van going?"
"Sir, I believe we are heading towards exit 6. This exit point is directly connected to the highway and one of the main highways towards Camp Lehigh. It was the military base where Rogers trained during WWII.
While Martha had information from database files, Phil had a better idea of this camp from his last life. Isn't this the camp where that bastard Zola is hiding? if only he had remembered its name! He never allowed Martha to hack SHIELD computers before because of the fear of Zola. He has been looking for this camp in New Jersey and Virginia in the last few years. How come it is in New York now? Fucking MCU writers messing up the details.
"Martha, assign a bomber drone series falcon group and when I give the order, I want a beautiful explosion removing anything and everything in this camp. Remember that bad guy who we were looking for the first AI, he is hiding here. So we cannot give me any chance to escape. Okay?"
"Sir, are you telling me you knew where he was hiding and you are telling me now?!" asked Martha in a very creepy digital voice. Clearly, she was using a robotic voice from some movie to express her anger.
"No my Martha. I just remembered this when you told me its name. I thought it was in New Jersey or something. Anyway, put this in priority 0. I want this camp razed to dust," replied Phil with a chuckle. He loved these instances when Martha would act stupidly.
"You don't need to say it again Sir. No need to say it again. I will make sure that bad guy disappears from today. I will launch a full digital attack with all my servers after giving the command to falcon bombers. He would never see this coming. Ha Ha Ha...After today I will be the world's first and greatest AI, the greatest digital crime-fighting superhero and internet spam-eliminator. Haha...."
"Woah! Easy there, Martha. Stop going full-on crazy mode. Where did you pick this kind of language?"
"After you sir. After you."
While talking to Martha, Phil managed to reach the van door and started drilling a hole near the door cracks. He had to use his claws to cut an opening big enough for him to enter the van and not make too much sudden noise. An ant-sized hole was not something people will notice suddenly. It took like forever but finally, he managed to get himself inside.
Finding a good space for himself, Phil pressed the size controller button and suddenly there was a grown man magically appearing out of thin air in the van which was heavily guarded by 6 men. Two each facing towards doors and two directly pointing towards the box. It felt like they were ready to deal with anyone if they forced their way inside. Well not everyone considering Phil was already inside.
"Ugh! What the...!"
Before the guards could even make a sound, Phil had shot bullets towards all of them via his armguards. No, not the real bullets just the tranquillizers ones. Guards down and all that remain is the treasure chest in the middle of the van. Well, what kind of treasure was packed in the box?
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