Although Nick Fury hadn't finished speaking, the call disconnected—his phone had been cut off for unpaid bills. Hopefully he had enough money left to pay it. Still, his attitude had already been made clear: he didn't want to get involved, and he couldn't get involved anyway. Do whatever the hell you want.
But his attitude wasn't actually important. This call had merely proven that Evenson and Nick Fury really were friends.
Well, this was interesting. The two people who had just been trying to kill each other had discovered that not only were they both from Earth, they also had a mutual friend. Of course, that only ensured they wouldn't immediately resume fighting. Don't expect them to throw their arms around each other and head to a bar to drink themselves senseless.
"You're from Earth." Carol casually tossed the brick phone to Evenson. "But are you really an Earthling? Your army... I've never heard of Earth having an army like that."
Carol felt that being from Earth and looking human didn't necessarily make someone human. She didn't mean it as an insult; she had experience with this sort of thing. One of her former colleagues—more accurately, one of her superiors—had been an alien disguised as an Earthling.
So she now suspected that Evenson was the same. That demonic army, which clearly did not belong to Earth, was the best proof.
"I was about to ask you the same thing." Evenson raised a brow. "There are some strange people on Earth these days, but you're the first one I've seen like this. Are you really an Earthling?"
"My powers came from an accident." Carol sounded somewhat melancholy. "I don't want to attribute the process of gaining these powers entirely to luck, but luck did play a part." Her tone then became