"Seventy?"
Coulson stared at the underground warehouse on the holographic map and tapped the tabletop twice.
Seventy aliens disguised as humans had gathered underground. This was most likely one of their bases. But Rosa was the bigger problem. Vought International's geneticist was still in their hands, and Lucian wanted her alive.
"Listening to the recording alone isn't accurate enough." Coulson looked up, sweeping his gaze over the group. "A recording only captures audio signals. Skye needs to be on-site. She has to get within thirty meters to construct a complete three-dimensional layout in her head."
Skye tugged at the industrial headphones around her neck and puffed out her cheeks. She wanted to protest, but swallowed the words before they left her mouth.
I'm a hacker with superpowers now, after all. I can't hide in the back at the very first hurdle.
"Fine. Human radar ready to go." Skye took a breath. "But if all that noise blows my head apart, the workplace death benefits had better be the maximum payout."
Ward silently tightened his tactical vest and checked the suppressed pistol at his waist. The abundant strength granted by his LV4 physique flowed through his body, filling his very bones with an irrepressible aggression. In the past, he would have had to calculate escape routes for a mission like this. Now, he just wanted to bulldoze straight through.
May noticed Ward's agitation and shot him a glance. "Rein in that bloodlust. We're infiltrating, not demolishing a building."
Ten minutes later, a modified black van stopped in the shadows diagonally across from Manhattan's abandoned warehouse district.
Skye sat in the back seat with her eyes closed. As she focused all her attention on the dingy redbrick building directly ahead, a strange scene unfolded in her mind.
The density of the concrete