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Sam is in the cafe on his phone calling the target, Jasper Sitwell, his phone rings and I watch as he tells his goons to go away. "Yes sir," he answers
"Agent Sitwell, how was lunch I heard the crab cakes here are amazing," I hear Sams voice through the phone causing me to smirk.
"Who is this?"
"The good-looking guy in the sunglasses, your ten o'clock," I watch Jasper look around for Sam only to look the wrong way. "Your other ten o'clock," Jasper turns the other way seeing Sam. "There you go,"
"What do you want?"
"You're going to go around the corner to your right, there's a gray car two spaces down. You and I are going to take a ride," Sam says
"And why would I do that?" I hear the smugness in his voice
"Because that tie looks really expensive, and I'd hate to mess it up," this causes him to look down to his chest to see the sniper that Natasha had pointed at him. I smirk as he realizes there was no way out. He and Sam leave and that was when we were up. Steve threw him through the door and I smiled at his grunting of pain.
"Tell me about Zola's algorithm," he says getting straight to business.
"Never heard of it," bleep, his heart skipped a beat I kept in step with them as we got closer to the edge of the building.
"What were you doing on the Lemurian star?"
"I was throwing up," his heart skips a beat once more "I get seasick," he reaches the edge and Steve grabs him like he was gonna push him off the edge but Sitwell smiles "Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof? Because it's really not your style, Rogers," Steve considers what he says before looking at me and Natasha
"Your right, it's not," Steve says pulling back "It's theirs," I look at Natasha as if I was giving her the honors. Natasha kicks him and he falls over the edge. I listen to his screams as Natasha looks at Steve.
"Oh, wait. What about that girl from accounting, Laura...?" She asks I smile at the timing of the question
"Lillian. Lip piercing, right?"
"Yeah, she's cute,"
"Yeah, I'm not ready for that," Steve says as Sam comes back up holding Sitwell. I smirk as we walk towards him and he starts spilling.
"Zola's algorithm is a program...for choosing Insight's targets!"
"What targets?" I ask Sitwell looks at me
"You! Him! A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa city. Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA! Now, or in the future," Sitwell says looking at me
