S.H.I.E.L.D. Observation Room 21.
The other four detainees had been released by the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
The box, of course, had been confiscated.
The only person left who could provide a lead was Police Chief Sherlock of the New York Police Department.
Kidd had vanished without a trace. If he hadn't been silenced, his threat level had just gone up a notch in Nick Fury's mind.
The feeling was familiar.
He couldn't pressure Sherlock. He still had to wait.
As an agent, patience was the one thing Nick Fury never lacked.
In his office, Nick Fury stood alone before his desk, looking very quiet.
He simply couldn't understand how everyone the Distillery recruited turned out to be an undercover agent.
How had an organization like that even come into existence?
Nick Fury was a veteran agent.
He had fought in quite a few wars.
After joining S.H.I.E.L.D., he had learned infiltration, combat, assassination, and other field skills, as well as management skills such as intelligence processing and building organizations.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined recruitment could work like this.
Interrogation room.
Natasha listened quietly to Alfred's account.
A little while later.
"Let's get back to what happened today." Natasha looked at Alfred. "Why did you try to steal that box?"
"Well..." Alfred took a moment to choose his words.
"Let me ask you something else. Do you know what's inside the box?"
"A mask," Alfred explained. "This is just something I heard, but legend has it that the mask came from the Island Nation. It's a remnant of the power of the Island Nation's supernatural world, with miraculous abilities that can help people become Superhumans."
Help people become Superhumans!
That capability sent a jolt through Natasha.
The Island Nation's supernatural world!
Another jolt.
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