If anyone in this world could be called the best history professor, Enoch certainly qualified. It seemed quite content to record everything it saw and heard through writing and video. Enoch's language was straightforward and objective, rarely adding personal emotion or judgment. That was Constantine's requirement: record history. "I don't know why you're so optimistic." Enoch's voice was as direct and flat as its writing, without the slightest emotional fluctuation. "Being a historian is work done for those who come after us. Do you believe the mission of the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. can preserve our future?"
"No, I have never optimistically believed that the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. could complete their mission."
Constantine had remained standing for twenty-six hours. During that time, he supervised the Ranger Cavalry as they loaded thermonuclear warheads and the Mecha-servants needed to maintain the weapons into the warehouse, sealing it completely with keys and armor that S.H.I.E.L.D. could not open. Finally, he kept the ignition key in his own hands. The Emperor believed Agent Coulson would never reveal the base's location to the S.H.I.E.L.D. reestablished by the US Government, but to increase the leverage at hand, a small yield nuclear warhead capable of destroying the entire base and reducing all its records to ashes had been transported here.
"Although you have lived on Earth for a long time, you have not always witnessed instruments of destruction. Every day, we hover at the edge of extinction. The fears of old forever threaten our survival." Constantine remained energetic; even the burden of endless paperwork could not wear down his mind. In fact, after supervising the transport, installation, activation, and maintenance procedures for the thermonuclear warheads, he still found time to practice with the Spear of the Garrison, which had become one with him. "So, do we have a