Setting a Trap

Gin waited for him some distance outside the building, looking toward the marsh through the wire fence. It was now covered in snow.

She was not afraid of the cold at all. Even now, she wore only thin clothes, as relaxed as someone on a spring outing, taking sip after sip from a small flask.

"Boss." She smiled as she walked over and fell into step with Su Ming.

"Howard called?" Su Ming looked toward the marsh. There were some animal tracks in the distance, probably rabbits or something similar.

"Mm, he really did it. The people I placed at the Daily Bugle took pictures, and they'll send them over later." Gin answered with a smile. Just thinking about it amused her. "The first time that contract phone has been used in over a decade, and it's already a major client."

"There are plenty of people who want him dead. Even I can't guess who it is. But with Howard's contract, Deathstroke can investigate Doctor Xavier's murder openly. Even if he enters SSR headquarters, it gives them an out. There's no need to force the issue."

"Bureaucracy. Asgard has that too."

Gin walked down the path with Su Ming. They were heading to inspect another dormitory building.

"I never noticed. What kind of bureaucratic problems does Asgard have?"

"Volstagg of the Warriors Three is responsible for collecting new weapons from the dwarves and distributing them, then sending worn or damaged weapons back to the dwarves for repairs. That's his usual duty." Gin screwed the cap back onto her flask and slipped it into her jacket pocket. "But when he works depends entirely on his mood, or whether he drank enough the day before."

"The Aesir are practically impossible to get drunk. How much would he have to drink to count