"Sir, may I ask who you are?" Strange chatted with the old gentleman, flattering him with everything he had and managing to keep him fairly happy.
Strange lavished all the praise other people usually showered on him on the old man instead.
Fortunately, the old man was already quite pleased, or Strange would have run out of compliments.
"A member of the Foundation's 00 Parliament." The old man did not reveal his name, just as he had warned Strange.
"I got so caught up chatting that I almost forgot what mattered." The old man seemed to remember something.
Light flashed at the old man's fingertip, and a stream of information appeared in Strange's mind.
Contained anomalies, the Foundation, complex internal proceedings, guiding the Sky God Rayquaza back to his rightful place.
When Strange focused on the image of Rayquaza in his mind, his eyes flew open. His face was filled with terror, and fear still gripped him.
"Young fellow, your spiritual sensitivity seems quite high. Merely seeing an image of the Sky God allowed him to trace you. Anyway, you should head back. One final piece of advice: study the knowledge I gave you about the properties of contained anomalies carefully. It might save your life at a critical moment." The old man slowly disappeared before Strange's eyes, and Strange reappeared in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s conference room.
About a dozen seconds after he reappeared, a calm voice came through the speakers in the room.
"Hello, Mr. Stephen Strange. I'm Agent Hill of S.H.I.E.L.D. Please stay where you are. We need your cooperation."
"Is that so?" A thoughtful look flickered in Strange's eyes. He was unsure whether he should force his way out.
Strange had actually heard a little about S.H.I.E.L.D.
As one of the foremost experts in brain surgery and neurology, Strange