"Actually, this isn't entirely a bad thing, is it?" Tony hooked his arm through Coulson's and lightly clinked glasses with him. "You said just now that LMDs have production lines, right?"
"They do, but I don't know where they are exactly. May and I are both Level Six agents, not high enough to know that."
Coulson immediately understood what Tony was planning. He reached out and ended the video call; the little projection device looked like a button.
Didn't Tony have a "Photography Project" that copied Deathstroke?
An existing LMD only needed a new outer layer to imitate the Skrull Queen. That saved Tony the trouble of modifying a production line, making silicone molds, or hammering out a robot in a workshop.
"I'll call Commander Maria. Does she have enough clearance?" Tony pulled out his phone and flipped through his contacts. "Come to think of it, is she a lesbian? Last time I asked her out for drinks, she actually turned me down."
"That's someone else's private business. I may be an agent, but I'm not in the department that hands out contraceptives." The balding agent turned away speechlessly and looked out at the night view beyond the window.
The director's LMDs were running all over the streets. That wasn't right. He had to notify the second team over with the bald guy to investigate.
What about Daisy? She had already picked up the goods by now.
Because Tony had paid in US Dollars, she received an enthusiastic welcome at this former secret base in Ukraine.
The fat general in a military coat did not know exactly what position he held, but his enthusiasm was terrifying. He personally led Daisy through one of the abandoned Red Room bases and said she could take her pick of the Brainwashing Equipment. Whichever