Harper Rock had been on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar since the first person rose from the dead. The situation hadn't been very severe at first, not enough to warrant more than a single agent's presence. That was Agent Candice Wilson, who still barely looked like she was out of high school, like she ought to be chewing bubble gum and flirting with the football team. But she was twenty-five years old at the time, and knew a multitude of ways to kill a grown man.
Appearances were deceiving, and she was a prime example. Five feet, two inches tall, with golden blonde hair that fell in natural ringlets when she let it down, and cool cerulean eyes framed with fine golden lashes that she was honestly proud of, she was often described as something straight from a fairy tale by her peers. At least, until her high kick slammed into their face, or the heel of her hand slammed into their nose.
Agent Wilson was deadly, and she loved every second of it.
Then she started picking up on the unusual supernatural occurrences, the out-of-place minor earthquakes, the public necking, the increase in gunfire. Several times, she nearly drew her weapon herself, to break up a gun battle in the streets.
It had been four years, and she'd finally put things together. She had remained stationed here, in Harper Rock, Ontario, without the Canadian government's express knowledge, and she'd finally figured things out.
Harper Rock was full of vampires, hiding just beneath a human veneer.
The revelation, combined with all of the videos, photographs, and eyewitness accounts, had her calling her superior officer. "Agent Hill, this is Agent Wilson. I finally figured it out, and you might want to have Director Fury send an additional officer or two up here."
"What's the situation, Wilson?" Maria asked, solidly business.
"Vampires. I'm emailing you the files. Standard triple encryption. I know you can crack that."
"Agent Wilson, you had best not be pulling a prank."
"You know me better than that, Agent Hill.