There were plenty of boring jokes like "Toilet Paper Procurement Department," but Victoria Hand did not care. The moment she received her orders, she began acting. Perhaps the shadow of betrayal had never truly faded, but she moved with remarkable speed and never showed the isolation or desperation she had felt during the Hydra rebellion. Without much need for probing, she selected her deputy and set the plan in motion. She had waited a long time for this day.
From the day Salomon formally recruited her, the sovereign of the City of Immortals had revealed this shocking secret to her. On that day—the day she returned from the dead—Victoria Hand first understood just how heavy the sovereign's secrets were.
She had spent years preparing, constantly ensuring that her subordinates had not been replaced and that she could launch a raid at any moment. The understaffed Black Armored Interrogators could not immediately arrest every Skrull, because not every Skrull disguised as a loyal Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. had been stuffed into those joke departments. For the first time, Victoria Hand willingly donned that splendid black Power Armor bearing the golden palm insignia. She personally led a special squad from the Fimbulwinter First Secret Regiment, armed with heavy weapons, along with her most trusted agents, to arrest those whose names were on the list.
"Rendezvous with the Praetorian Guard in thirty seconds." She pulled the trigger of her Explosive Rounds Pistol, and alien flesh and blood splattered across the corridor walls and ceiling with the blast. Without hesitation, she stepped over another corpse. Her immense weight crushed the Skrull body beneath her feet into pulp and bone fragments. The Wakandan researchers, who had been clamoring moments ago, all fell silent. Whether they had been frightened by Victoria Hand's ruthless decisiveness or by their