Dragging his injured body along, Nick Fury quickly contacted Hill, who had not yet gone far from S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.
With Hill's help, he hid in the nearest secret base and received some simple treatment.
"Fury, what do we do next?"
Hill bandaged Nick Fury's wounds with some heartache.
Nick Fury took the pager he never parted with from his pocket, thought for a moment, then put it back.
"It's not time to use it yet. Notify Coulson to continue with the previous plan. I need to make a trip to Malibu, Los Angeles."
"To Los Angeles?"
Hill froze for a moment.
Nick Fury nodded, pulled on his leather jacket, and jumped out of bed.
"I'm going to find Tony Stark and figure out exactly where his intelligence came from. See if we can find those Hydra agents hidden within S.H.I.E.L.D. more directly."
Originally, if he had not been exposed, he could have investigated slowly and eliminated those Hydra agents one by one in a safer, more covert manner.
But now, it was clear that there was no longer enough time. If he waited any longer, they might find and kill him first.
As S.H.I.E.L.D.'s director, he knew just how easy it was for S.H.I.E.L.D. to track down and capture someone. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and informants were everywhere in the world, and S.H.I.E.L.D. satellites watched over everything.
Those were all the results of his efforts over the years, meant to ensure that if Earth faced another crisis or another alien invasion, he could deal with it immediately, just as he had with the Skrulls and the Kree.
Yet now, it had all become Hydra's wedding dress, turning into the death warrant hanging over his head.
"Remember, until we know exactly who the Hydra agents are, you can't fully trust any of Hydra's