"Sit tight! We're accelerating!!!"
Nick Fury roared, and the Quinjet dove straight down like a diver before pulling up again and skimming along at ultra-low altitude.
It was so close to the ground that even the antennas atop the two-story buildings below scraped against the Quinjet's belly.
Like a typhoon howling past, Nick Fury pushed everything to the limit, squeezing every last bit of performance from the Quinjet.
In truth, he was sweating too. Ever since becoming director, he had not flown in a long time... at least seven or eight years.
Yet he could still pull off maneuvers this difficult. It seemed he was not that old after all; he could probably keep working another twenty or thirty years.
"Nick, head straight for the base. We can ditch the plane. Does it have autopilot? If not, blow it up."
Miao Mu's fingers were covered in faint black armor, hooked firmly into the aircraft's metal wall to steady his body.
"It has autopilot, but isn't Captain Wade's plan a little too rough? We don't even know how many people are inside the base! And Pierce must have made preparations."
"If you wait until you're prepared, you'll be ready to serve Hydra for the rest of your life. Even if you die, I won't say a word in your defense."
Miao Mu walked in and looked at the navigation instruments. "Get the Tesseract before tonight. What else do you have stored there?"
"I don't know. Everything is stored according to coded classifications. Even the guards don't know. I only know the password and designation for that safe; I know nothing else."
"Then hurry up. The two fighters behind us... Tony!"
"Oh God, if this plan fails, I'll become the United States' most wanted criminal," Tony Stark muttered.
But he did not