In an office at Arkham Asylum in New York, Schiller had just lifted a fragrant cup of coffee, intending to enjoy a rare moment of morning leisure, when a black bald head squeezed through the crack in the door.
"Schiller, I need a favor."
"Sorry, I don't see guests without appointments." Schiller rolled his eyes and sat back in his office chair, taking a sip of coffee and letting out a contented sigh.
Looking at Nick Fury standing by the door, he held his coffee in one hand and propped up his face with the other. "Didn't I explain it clearly enough over the phone? There's nothing I can do about this."
Nick held up three fingers. Schiller shook his head. Nick raised it to five fingers. Schiller blew on his coffee, forcing Nick to clench his hand into a fist.
Seeing that Schiller still did not react, Nick adjusted his eyepatch and said gravely, "Doctor, as the chief director of Hydra's Americas Division, I order you to think of something. My bases are about to run out of room!"
"There's nothing I can do." Schiller shrugged. "You piled up too much experimental trash yourself. What do you expect me to do? Though, come to think of it, how did you handle it before?"
"Throw it into the sun." Nick answered without hesitation. "Mutated animals, mutated plants, ghosts, aliens—whatever it was, we just launched it straight into the sun."
"Oh, I get it. Tony won't let you do that, right?"
"How would I dare let him find out?" Nick shut the door behind him, sat before Schiller, and lowered his voice. "Those experiments are top secret, and those superheroes wouldn't let me do it either."
"Then you really shouldn't be doing it. What are you even researching those alien monsters