London, in the United Kingdom, was a city of rain.
Normally, anyone visiting the city for the first time would have a hard time adjusting and might grow lax in their work. But even on this rainy night, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents showed no sign of slacking as they worked.
In a VIP suite at a luxury hotel in London, Dilos—who had used his facial-shifting ability to assume a new identity—sat in a comfortable chair. He glanced out the window at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents braving the downpour as they carried equipment back and forth, then remarked, "Your agents are pretty dedicated."
"It's one of the things that sets S.H.I.E.L.D. agents apart, Agent Zero."
Coulson smiled from the chair across from Dilos. When that kindly face of his broke into a smile, it was easy to feel a sense of warmth toward him. But Dilos had kept his telepathy active the entire time, and he sensed no happiness from Coulson—only plenty of wariness.
That's a talent for lying that rivals my own.
Quietly pleased with himself, Dilos pressed his lips together and ignored Coulson. But Dilos's silence didn't mean Coulson had nothing to say. Nick Fury had ordered him to recruit Agent Zero into S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Would you mind telling me what you know about these Werewolves, Agent Zero?" If Coulson wanted to bring him into S.H.I.E.L.D., he couldn't rush things. He had to take it one step at a time. Knowing this, Coulson broke the ice first, easing the tension between them.
"After all, you've dealt with them before, in Gotham City."
Dilos glanced at Coulson and finally decided to share what he knew. They needed S.H.I.E.L.D.'s help to find the Werewolves and those unknown professional assassins.
"These Werewolves are strong. I'd estimate their strength at around four to five tons. They're