Prologue

With a small tilt of my wrist, the clear liquid contained in the vile streamed into his mouth. I held a hand over his nose and mouth for a few seconds to make him swallow. The other held a hand-gun to the back of his head.

"Tell me why Rising Tide sent you after me, Miles," I whispered menacingly into his ear. He struggled against his bindings and a slight sheen of sweat coated his face. "Was it so they could have access to S.H.I.E.L.D.? Did you seduce me and then send me in to clear a path so that you could hack into their systems and swipe their data?"

He nodded slowly, his mouth poised as if he were about to say something. A small and indistinguishable noise escaped him.

"Good."

I pulled the trigger.