Time. Space. Reality. It's more than a linear path. It's a prism of endless possibility, where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities, creating alternate worlds from the ones you know. I am the Watcher. I am your guide through these vast new realities. Follow me and ponder the question, "What if?"
• • 2015 • •
IN THE DIMLY lit room, the uniformed man was speaking on the phone. The light from the setting sun outside was the only thing illuminating the space he was in. One of his superiors spoke to him on the other end.
"TheHydra Supreme is alerting each base to strengthen their barriers. These attacks have been angering him."
"We've gotten word of it before and are doing just that."
"Then we are up to date. Hail Hydra."
"Hail Hydra."
The man hung up the phone, then turned around to sit back down. Suddenly, he was face-to-face with another who had snuck inside. He wore his red-and-black S.H.I.E.L.D issued stealth suit and headpiece that covered almost his entire face.
Y/N grabbed the officer's head and punched him twice, before slamming it against the wall. The man's body went limp and he let him fall to the floor.
Another man came through the window, followed by a couple of others. Their leader, Isaiah Bradley, crouched down and checked the HYDRA officer's body for anything.
"You hear their conversation?" Isaiah asked Y/N.
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"Just reminding the people to watch the perimeter." He replied.
Isaiah stood back up. "Didn't seem to work...since we're here."
The four soldiers were in a site based within Washington D.C in order to eliminate a lead HYDRA official named Volk. He had been in charge of overlooking the Mid-Atlantic North region of the United States.
Isaiah spoke into his radio, communicating with another soldier that stayed outside the base.
"Thermal imaging up and running yet?" He asked.
"Yes, Captain. We spot Volk on the second floor. His office is on the far-east side of it."
"Thank you." He clipped his radio back on and looked at Y/N as he unholstered his pistol. "Let's go."
