A C-23 transport plane climbed in altitude and approached the Sky Carrier's designated holding area. The optical camouflage backdrop disengaged, revealing an enormous steel behemoth lying silently above the clouds.
"Transport 66B, we have your information on file, but no flight record. State the nature of your cargo. Over."
The control tower's inquiry came through the radio. This massive vessel, like a space fortress, consumed an astonishing amount of supplies every day. Keeping thousands of people alive required a formidable logistics force to maintain normal operations.
"Weapons and ammunition. Over," the pilot answered.
In the rear cabin, a fifty-man team was preparing its equipment, putting on helmets and body armor, checking their weapons. They were all elite Hydra operatives. Among them was Hawkeye Barton, who had disappeared for some time. He opened a black case and took out a specially made recurve bow.
He had fallen unconscious during the raid on Umbrella and later lost the memories in his mind. Whenever he tried to remember them, a violent pain surged through his head. Yet under the Mind Stone's control, Barton still remembered the mission he needed to carry out.
The invisible illusion within his mind had woven a mission program for those under its control. They remained lucid, yet would never forget what they had to do.
Attack S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Sky Carrier, create chaos, and rescue Loki from the cell.
As the transport plane neared the ship's landing platform, Barton drew a weapon from the quiver on his back. He stood firmly in the open cabin door, his indifferent eyes glinting with cold light.
Turbulent air currents, shifting winds, and the swaying transport plane—any of it could have sent an arrow off course, like a school of fish caught in a chaotic current. Yet Barton's expression remained unchanged. After briefly confirming