Harboring her own private thoughts, Maria Hill's Quinjet landed in the outskirts of a small town near Lake Ontario.
The Defense Intelligence Agency had long prepared a safe house, a false identity, forged documents, online accounts, cash, a vehicle, and weapons for her. Even if she were stopped by a patrol officer for inspection, she would not run into any trouble. The false identity and documents would be enough to get her out of it. Even if she insisted on fleeing by car, this American muscle car would be enough to shake off most pursuers and keep going until the police patrol helicopter ran out of fuel.
But she would not do anything that stupid.
She knew she was now a wanted fugitive. She had not reported to Congress every Friday as originally required for quite some time, and the FBI and Department of Homeland Security had been unable to find her at her residence. Naturally, they had placed her on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s wanted list. The facade of this New S.H.I.E.L.D. was, to a considerable extent, meant to lure in former S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and reclaim the secrets Nick Fury had left behind when he controlled S.H.I.E.L.D. by inventorying its former assets. Agent Coulson's team had now been exposed to the US Government once again. Maria Hill knew she was also likely to return to the Pentagon's watch list, but she would not let Phil Coulson charge blindly down a dead-end road and doom S.H.I.E.L.D.'s last remaining team.
Even knowing that Victoria Hand was using her, she still had to stop Agent Coulson from doing something foolish.
"Did you see that just now? How fast was that car going?" The Highway 62 patrol officer nearly spat out his lunch sandwich. "Did you get the license plate?"
"About 150 miles per hour." The