(3rd Person POV)

Callie stood on the roof of her apartment complex, staring up at the night sky, which had long been since polluted with smog from cars and with the lights from the bustling city, sprawled out below its expanse.

She stiffened and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She sniffed the air and and grimaced as the smell of sweet, gun powder and cavlar reached her nose, along with another smell that she recognized. "I know you're there, Agent Hill," Callie smirked, turning around to face the brunette agent, whose gun was raised and pointed at Callie's head.

"You might as well lower your gun, all a bullet will do is piss me off, and a lot of innocent lives may be lost," Callie told Agent Hill who than slowly lowered her side arm, glowering at Callie the entire time. "And that goes for the rest of the goons you brought with you," Callie motioned to the surrounding buildings. "It's just you and me, there's no one else here," Agent Hill replied calmly, her face stony as ever. Callie snorted in response, "oh you are good...but not good enough. I can smell military grade cavlar from a mile away, along with military issued firearms."

Agent Hill stood still for a moment before speaking into her com, "stand down." "Thank you, now that I don't have guns pointed at me, like a Russian execution, we can get down to the business of why you are here," Callie said sitting crossed legged on the gravel covered roof. "Fury needs you to come in," Agent Hill said attempting to hand a file to Callie, but Callie pushed the file away. "Okay, when do we leave," she asked jumping to her feet. Agent Hill dropped her facade a look of utter surprise and confusion covering her face, "it can't be that easy to convince you to come with." "It's simple. If Fury needs my help than he really got fucked over and we are on the brink of global catastrophe," Callie stated. "You didn't even read the file, how could you know that?" Agent Hill asked incredulously. "Because Agent Hill, I don't think Nicky would want to see the woman who took his eye just for kicks. Now tell me, when are we leaving?"