Nick Fury's murderous intent and bitter hatred were almost palpable. Yongye looked at him and smiled knowingly.
Since I got it from this guy, he'll be the first one I use it on!
Yongye slowly lowered his right hand. The crimson web of light in his palm went out completely, and the Nanoparticles withdrew into his wrist armor.
"Director, that pose you struck to beg for mercy was a lot better than the one you used to ambush me."
Fury breathed hard, his one eye fixed on Yongye as he raced through his options, searching for a way to turn things around.
Behind him, Melinda still gripped the broken half of her sword's hilt. She remained in a half-crouch, ready to lunge again, but though she shifted her feet against the carpet twice, she never took that step.
Natasha frowned, looking as if she wanted to say something.
Yongye sat back down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and jerked his chin toward the door.
"All right, Director. Send your two pretty subordinates outside first. Then we two grown men can have a private chat."
Fury's Adam's apple bobbed again.
He glanced at Natasha. She immediately rose and walked quietly toward the door, giving Melinda's sleeve a gentle tug as she passed.
Melinda's face was taut and her teeth were clenched, but she followed Natasha out.
The private room's door closed behind them.
Only the colored lights continued their slow rotation in the karaoke room. "Sunshine Rainbow Little White Horse" had stopped playing on the big screen long ago; the image was frozen on the lyrics page, with three enormous "nei" characters planted right in the middle.
Fury stared at the three characters, and his dark face grew darker still.
He took a deep breath and pushed himself up from