Post by Deleted on May 16, 2014 4:54:00 GMT -5
He needed answers.
Where once his mind had been focused and clear, it had started to become muddled with names, faces, buildings, cities, and other things that he couldn't place and it was enough that he felt like he was coming apart at the seams. They had trained him to be their specialized Weapon and he was their best, but he knew he had been compromised. That man at the exhibit, the one had had fault, the one with the face that was so familiar, and then those faces and words he had read on the walls of the exhibit that now lay in ruins, they had sparked something within him that was tearing him apart and he couldn't stop it. Where once he had never questioned anything, now he was questioning everything, and he needed to understand it or he wouldn't be able to function. The blonde man, the red-headed woman - they were his mission and he couldn't complete his mission without silencing the voices in his head.
The Soldier was not supposed to feel, was not supposed to consider the consequences of his action - he had been trained to carry out orders and nothing else. Except now there was the possibility that everything he had thought he knew was a lie and he had to know. Before Pierce saw him again, he needed to be in control. The last thing he wanted to have happen was for them to take him to that room, place him in that chair, and take away everything he was struggling so hard to figure out. Once he understood what the images meant, then he could handle them accordingly and block them out for good, but not yet.
So he devised a plan to gain access to where he was fairly certain the information would be held. SHIELD, enemy of HYDRA, was the stronghold of many well-kept secrets and files, and he had found one of their bases here in New York City. It had been surprisingly easy to gain access to the facility, hiding out in the back of one of the supply trucks until it had been parked in the loading dock. Silencers and knives came in extremely handy to eliminate any who got in his way, and soon he was moving through the corridors, heading for the central security room. Dressed in his black tactical gear, his mask firmly fixed to the lower half of his face, he blended in with the shadows and moved quickly, careful to avoid any security cameras. He had an access card in his possession now thanks to one of the dead guards he had left behind in a janitor's closet and it enabled him to move unimpeded.
The Soldier had already studied the layout of the building, all of the entrances and exits, so that he knew exactly where he needed to go and what his contingency plans were in case he had to alter his plans at the last minute. First and foremost was the central security office where he could loop the cameras and also find the best area for him to gain access to the intelligence that was kept in the facility. While he wasn't a computer expert by any means, he knew the basics, enough to get what he needed, and then he'd find someone to take it a step further and decrypt whatever data he was able to get his hands on. Intimidation, threat of life, and money made the world turn and he had used those tactics on plenty of occasions during missions. This time, however, it was much different because he wasn't operating under orders. This was for him. It was a strange feeling, wanting something for himself, because Weapons didn't have personal desires, but still, here he was, risking getting caught for the sake of answers.
Using the access card to swipe in, he pushed open the door to the security room. The two guards who had been sitting at the monitors were far too slow and two precise shots left them dead at his feet, his features calm and collected as he pulled the trigger. He shut the door behind him and stepped over their bodies to make his way over to the monitors. Death didn't bother him, even when it came at his own hands. Killing people wasn't something that he enjoyed, but it was a necessity and he wasn't going to let an emotion like remorse get the best of him. He had been trained by the Red Room to filter out all unnecessary emotions and it had benefited him greatly over the years. Holstering his gun, he began to press keys to link him into the camera feed so that he could set them on a repeating loop. It was an easy enough process, having done similar tasks in the past, and then he was moving again.
Now with the video looped, it was much easier for him to move through the building, heading for the main control room. Given the late hour and that it wasn't a very large facility, there were only a handful of security guards. Apparently SHIELD thought that all of their other additional layers of security would be enough to keep unwanted intruders out, but he was the Winter Soldier. He had been created and trained to get into places that no one else could normally again access to and this situation was no different. The Soldier kept his eyes and ears open for anyone who might try to stop him, but so far it had been smooth sailing. If he hadn't been so focused on getting this information, that might have bothered him, that it was so easy, but he would take advantages where they came. The control room was easy enough to find, now that he knew the location. The Soldier remained in the shadows as he assessed the situation. There were two guards patrolling the hallway between him and the door but it seemed that no one else was in the nearby vicinity. Perfect.
The guards never saw him coming.
A flash of silver in the yellowish, fluorescent lighting of the corridors, twin knives slicing through the air to hit the chests of their intended targets. The men dropped and the Soldier was on the move. In one graceful motion, he moved across the hall from where he had hid in the shadows, removing the knives from where they stood buried in the two guards, and slid them back into their sheaths at the small of his back. Using the swipe card for access, he slipped into the dimly lit control room and moved to one of the computers, inserting the flash drive that would begin to download information once he gained access to the system. Metal and human fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard as he typed in the codes he had been given by one of the agents who worked there. Said agent had also been on watch that evening but had conveniently left the control room empty for the next hour. It was amazing how corrupt even an organization such as this was, but then again, where he came from, HYDRA had infiltrated to the highest level within SHIELD. The Soldier didn't know how deep the corruption went in this world and didn't care. All that mattered was the results.
Now with the video looped, it was much easier for him to move through the building, heading for the main control room. Given the late hour and that it wasn't a very large facility, there were only a handful of security guards. Apparently SHIELD thought that all of their other additional layers of security would be enough to keep unwanted intruders out, but he was the Winter Soldier. He had been created and trained to get into places that no one else could normally again access to and this situation was no different. The Soldier kept his eyes and ears open for anyone who might try to stop him, but so far it had been smooth sailing. If he hadn't been so focused on getting this information, that might have bothered him, that it was so easy, but he would take advantages where they came. The control room was easy enough to find, now that he knew the location. The Soldier remained in the shadows as he assessed the situation. There were two guards patrolling the hallway between him and the door but it seemed that no one else was in the nearby vicinity. Perfect.
The guards never saw him coming.
A flash of silver in the yellowish, fluorescent lighting of the corridors, twin knives slicing through the air to hit the chests of their intended targets. The men dropped and the Soldier was on the move. In one graceful motion, he moved across the hall from where he had hid in the shadows, removing the knives from where they stood buried in the two guards, and slid them back into their sheaths at the small of his back. Using the swipe card for access, he slipped into the dimly lit control room and moved to one of the computers, inserting the flash drive that would begin to download information once he gained access to the system. Metal and human fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard as he typed in the codes he had been given by one of the agents who worked there. Said agent had also been on watch that evening but had conveniently left the control room empty for the next hour. It was amazing how corrupt even an organization such as this was, but then again, where he came from, HYDRA had infiltrated to the highest level within SHIELD. The Soldier didn't know how deep the corruption went in this world and didn't care. All that mattered was the results.
tag Steve, Nat
word count 862
notes Here we go!word count 862
lyrics Dance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin
credit Rae of Sunshine! of Caution 2.0 made this temp!
