"Poor Skye." Aaron looked at her sympathetically. "This is the father you've been searching for all along. Let's hope your mother isn't like him."
"Can't you say something nice for once?" Skye shot him a speechless glare. "I searched for so many years and never found any news of my mother. As for this father, he's the one who suddenly popped up on his own."
"Maybe—just maybe!
Maybe your father knows where your mother is!
Even if he doesn't, he must at least know whether she's dead or alive."
Skye paused, her expression turning awkward. "We'll have to find him first."
Coulson switched the display, and several portraits appeared on the large screen along with their personal information.
"John Bruno, a military killer obsessed with finding novel ways to murder people." Coulson pointed at the portrait of a rugged, muscular Black man on the screen. "He's one of the people on the list."
"He looks like the simple-minded, brawny type." Aaron said dismissively. "If I may ask, does Mr. Bruno have any supernatural abilities?"
"Uh... no."
"I can handle him." Mike said, somewhat uncertainly. "I don't like violence, but against someone like him, violence seems to be the only option."
"I'm glad you've finally realized that." Coulson looked gratified. The fierce beasts wearing the skin of a mechanic had finally developed some self-awareness.
"Compared to the second fellow, John is downright lovable." Coulson enlarged the portrait of a man whose mouth had been sealed shut. "David A. Angel. His vocal cords were hit by an experimental energy shockwave. It cured his tumor, but it also gave his voice the ability to affect the central nervous system.
A single whisper from him can cause neurological disorders. If he lets out a shout in a crowded area, a hospital would be full