Seville, Spain.
An Airbus landed near a university. Coulson led Fitz and Simmons from the team into the university.
"What are we doing here?" Aaron asked in confusion.
"This 084 is connected to Norse Mythology. This school has one of the world's foremost experts on Norse Mythology.
Elliot Randolph. He might be able to tell us some important information we don't know."
"What have you found so far?"
"The 084 is incomplete. If Fitz and Simmons's analysis is correct, at least two-thirds of it is still missing.
The ones who found this one-third were Jacob Neistrøm, leader of the Norwegian Pagan Hate Group, and his girlfriend, Petra Larson.
They're both ordinary people, but the 084 seems to have given them tremendous power.
According to the survivors, Petra sent one of his colleagues flying dozens of meters with a single palm strike. He died instantly."
"Something that can greatly enhance strength? Does it have any side effects?"
"We don't know. Maybe Professor Randolph can give us the answer."
Coulson led them to the door of an office. The door opened automatically, and a female student walked out with a gloomy expression, holding her grades. Behind her was the middle-aged man who was about to close the door—Elliot Randolph.
"Professor Randolph." Coulson greeted him with a smile.
"Agent Coulson, please come in."
"Waterfield 44 Pen." After entering, Coulson looked at the pale gold fountain pen in Randolph's hand in surprise. "A 14K gold nib set with mother-of-pearl."
"Haha!" Randolph laughed. "You have a good eye. I didn't know you were a collector too."
"On a civil servant's salary, how could I afford to collect?" Coulson said with an awkward laugh.
"I'm guessing you found something in London."
"Not London. Inside a tree in Norway.
Unfortunately, we weren't the ones who found it."