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"I still say I should be going in with you."

Alex rolled her eyes as Kara's voice came over the comm. She'd heard the same statement, in various forms, at least half a dozen times over the past two hours. And with another half an hour to go until hitting the site, she was certain to hear it at least once more. "Kara, we've covered this. We still haven't figured out how to counteract what Cadmus has done to their weapons. That's part of why we're raiding the warehouse. You are not coming in unless there's something we absolutely can't handle. We are professionals. We've been doing this for a long time."

"But now you have me."

Alex sighed. "Kara."

"Alex."

"Kara, if you come in there before called for I swear I will have Winn block all the cute animal videos from your computer and phone."

Alex glanced down as her phone buzzed. Tugging it out of a cargo pocket, she smirked slightly at the message from Lucy. If this goes to hell she is NEVER going to let us live it down.

Oh, I know it. So let's make sure it doesn't go to hell, shall we?

Tucking the phone back into its pocket, she switched her attention to the data on the tablet in her lap. Winn had gotten her the aerial footage she requested and the images showed a small complex comprised of only a few buildings. One larger one, that appear to be a warehouse of sorts, was surrounded by scattered smaller buildings. The few scans they'd been able to run didn't show any radioactive signatures, including the one for kryptonite, but Alex wasn't taking any chances. Not with her sister. And not with Cadmus using goddamn exploding weapons. The DEO agents might be armored but Alex knew Kara would never forgive herself if one of them got injured because of Kara's powers.

The plan was simple. Lucy's team would peel off at the ten minute mark. Alex's would continue in with Kara acting as aerial support. Alex's team would clear the outer buildings first before entering the main warehouse. Kara would use her x-ray vision to scan the area and help tweak the plan as it went and only enter the warehouse if absolutely needed. Alex was positive it was not going to be that easy. No plan survived contact with the enemy after all. And if this warehouse was abandoned she would eat her hat. Or jacket since she didn't wear hats. Whatever.

She glanced up as her second reported, "Ten minutes out, Agent Danvers."

Alex nodded. "Ten minutes, Lane."

"Copy. Extraction team setting up post. Watch your six, Danvers."

Alex quirked a half-smile, most of her mind already shifting into assault mode. "Copy that, Director."

"Alex, are you—?"

"Yes, Kara. I'm sure. Scan the buildings and stay outside unless I call you."

She heard a huff but then Kara said, "Fine. I'm going ahead to x-ray the buildings."

Alex nodded to herself. She looked down at the layout on the tablet one more time before tucking into its case, which would stay in the vehicle.

Only a few minutes later, Kara's voice came through the earpiece again, her tone much more firm and serious than before. "Alex, the exterior buildings appear clear. I didn't see anything that looks like a designed explosive. The main warehouse has about half the walls infused with lead. I couldn't see anyone in the clear parts. The north half is completely obscured, however, floor to ceiling. There's no one outside either."

"Copy. Care to open the door for us, Supergirl?" Alex asked with a small grin.

"Of course." Alex could hear the answering grin.

"Thanks. Once you've done that, hang out high and wait for a signal from Lane or myself."

"Got it."

She looked over at her second in command who promptly responded, "Two minutes out."

"Trap team, Viking team, Trap Leader. Prepare to move."

A soft chorus of acknowledgements greeted her announcement. Alex ran through her final equipment checklist, double checking straps and pockets and confirming all weapons were in the proper firing configuration. She preferred not to start missions in full-auto without good reason. A quick confirmation of spare clips and magazines and Alex leaned forward, grabbing the door handle and waiting.

As soon as the SUV came to a halt, Alex was wrenching open the door and jumping out, rifle already rising to her shoulder. She scanned the area, her peripheral vision catching the rest of her team pouring out of their vehicles. The complex was silent and dark and a quick glance upward showed Supergirl hovering and watching protectively. The gate to the complex hung open, the chains that had been holding it shut snapped and scattered on the ground. There was no sign of guards, like Kara had said, and Alex frowned slightly.

Quietly she ordered, "Trap, Viking, Trap Leader. Proceed as briefed."

Immediately Viking split off to the left, fanning out and sweeping the area with their weapons. Alex pivoted and began moving rapidly to the right, her own team falling swiftly into place as they closed on the first outbuilding. The first building they reached was nondescript, with no signage. A swift glance at her team and Alex was kicking down the door. Alex immediately dodged inside and to the left, rifle sweeping across the room. Three of her agents blew through the door behind her, each immediately ducking away from the door.

As far as Alex could tell the building was a single room and empty. She met her second's eyes and silently signaled for the group to sweep the room. The two agents outside would provide cover and warning if necessary. The four agents fanned out, checking the room thoroughly but swiftly. Rifles remained locked into their shoulders, laser sights dancing across the room as they made their sweep. The building was empty except for a small stack of boxes. At Alex's nod, one of the agents dropped her rifle and began checking the boxes while the others kept watch. Standing, the agent shook her head slightly, indicating she'd found nothing of interest.

Alex nodded and waved them toward the door. The team moved through the complex silently, dark forms moving rapidly through the shadows. Each building the checked was empty of people, though two of them stored hazardous materials and gas for the scattering of parked trucks respectively. Alex couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. They hadn't encountered a single guard and while she didn't think much of Cadmus, she knew they weren't this stupid.

They reunited with Viking on the far side of the complex. There was still no motion from the main warehouse and Alex could feel the tension in her frame. A glance around her team showed that they were feeling it too, a slight uneasiness in their expressions. Alex considered for a moment before speaking quietly into her radio, "Rogue Leader, Trap Leader."

Lucy's voice came back instantly. "Rogue Leader."

Alex couldn't entirely prevent the tiny smile at the team name. When the name "Trap" moved with Alex to the main National City location, Lucy wasted no time in designating the now-nameless team in the desert "Rogue." "Rogue Leader, Trap Leader. It's too damn quiet here. Move up to five out. Trap switching to plan Bravo."

"Rogue Leader," came the acknowledgement. Alex nodded sharply and looked at the other agents whose expressions had hardened.

The agent heading up Viking nodded. His voice was soft as he stated, "Plan Bravo acknowledged."

"Supergirl, Trap Leader. What's inside?"

"Looks like rows of stacked crates just inside this door, Alex. Most of the room that I can see is empty though. Staircase to a catwalk is on the south side."

"Trap Leader."

Nodding to herself, Alex turned back to the warehouse. A sidelong glance and her second stepped forward, checking the handle. Locked. Alex grinned darkly. A sharp nod and another agent was stepping forward to affix small devices to the lock and the exterior of the door corresponding to the hinges. The other agents raised their rifles, muzzles pointed toward the door as the agent stepped back and activated the devices. A muffled set of thuds sounded and Alex immediately slammed her booted foot into the door, knocking it out of the frame and into the warehouse. Immediately the DEO agents poured through the doorway, led by Alex.

"It's no longer empty, Alex! Half a dozen people coming from the lead lined part!" Kara's voice rang through the radios.

Alex just had time to register the words in her ear before shots rang out. The agents returned fire, using the crates for cover. Alex moved forward steadily, returning fire. Calmly she spoke into the radio, "Supergirl, what do you see?"

Kara's voice came back immediately, tinged with anxiety but steady, "So far just those six. No… Alex, there's another two that just appeared on the catwalk. I can—"

"No!" Alex cut her off. "Trap Two, Trap Three, with me!"

"Viking, Trap, cover fire." Viking Leader's voice was sharp.

The two agents she called fell in on her flanks as she made her way to the stairs. The rest of Trap team and Viking quickly pressed forward, forcing the Cadmus troops to focus on the advancing nine agents and leave the trio alone. The three agents moved rapidly to the stairs, firing their rifles as needed.

"Shit!" Alex cursed and dove to the side as bullets suddenly rained down from above. She'd been hoping they could make the stairs before the newcomers got close enough to join the fight.

"Alex!"

"Stay there, Kara!" Alex pivoted on her knee and let loose a stream of bullets toward the catwalk. Trap Two and Three followed suit. Alex could just make out the dark forms of the Cadmus troops dropping into crouches to avoid the bullets. "Cover me!" Alex thumbed the magazine release and slammed a new one in place before rushing forward in a crouch toward the stairs. She could hear the repeated reports of her agents' rifles from behind her.

She had just rounded the end of the row of crates when a Cadmus soldier loomed in front of her, raising his rifle. Without pausing, Alex spun into a kick, sweeping his legs out from under him. She paused long enough to fire two rounds into his head before running forward once more. Reaching the stairs, she bolted up them. Behind her she could hear the main fire fight starting to die down. She hoped that meant her agents were winning but she didn't have the time to stop and check. The two men on the catwalk were taking turns standing and firing over the railing down at the DEO agents.

Alex swung around the corner, rifle snapping up to her shoulder. Still in a crouch she opened fire on the two men on the catwalk. She took out one almost immediately. The further man whipped around, firing. Alex cursed and dodged to the side. Knowing the open railing wasn't going to protect her, she made an executive decision. Flipping the rifle into full automatic and rolling around the corner once more, Alex swept the catwalk with bullets. The man dove for the floor and Alex barreled forward. He had managed to regain his feet when Alex was on him. Barely slowing, she swung her rifle butt around, slamming it into the side of his head. He staggered to the side. Alex dropped the rifle and grabbed his vest, swinging him around and using the momentum to slam his head into the railing. The man dropped limply to the floor of the catwalk and Alex panted, only then realizing the sounds of gunfire had stopped.

Grabbing her rifle from where it dangled in its sling and switching magazines once more, Alex peered over the edge of the catwalk. Trap Two waved his arm up at her and his quiet voice came over the radio. "All hostiles down. Kelly and Martinez need medical attention."

Alex didn't get a chance to respond before Lucy's voice responded. "Rogue Team inbound with medical."

"Trap Leader." Alex looked around, using the vantage point to survey the warehouse. "Supergirl, do you see anything else?"

"Not at the moment. Be careful." Kara's voice was tense but Alex didn't hear anything to indicate her sister was about to blast into the warehouse. Glancing down the catwalk, Alex noted that it ended in a wall with a doorway. "Kara… can you see where the catwalk ends?"

There was a pause. "No. That wall is the beginning of the lead lined part."

"Copy." Alex looked back down at her agents and, with a series of quick hand signals, ordered the bulk of them to move toward the walled off portion of the warehouse while leaving one behind to watch over the injured. She wasn't thrilled with it, given it dropped her team to nine but she wasn't about to leave the wounded unprotected.

Alex moved along the catwalk, paralleling her agents from above. She trusted them to do what was needed without her being in their midst, and Viking Leader was one of the best agents in the DEO. Reaching the door at the end of the catwalk, she was gratified to see it was still unlocked. She didn't particularly want to waste time picking locks at the moment. Looking down, she met Viking Leader's gaze. Alex held up a hand and silently counted down from three. As soon as she made a fist, she shoved open the door. She heard the door below slam open in almost perfect synchronicity.

There was another Cadmus soldier a few feet from the door and he froze in surprise upon seeing her, clearly not expecting an entrance from the catwalk. Alex, however, didn't freeze. Her rifle was already rock solid against her shoulder and she didn't hesitate before firing. The soldier collapsed and Alex sprinted past, aiming for the stairs she could see at the other end. From below her she could hear the sounds of gunfire. She hazarded a quick glance below her and caught a glimpse of her agents sweeping the room, closing a noose around a small cluster of Cadmus agents.

Reaching the stairs, she bounded halfway down before stopping and raising her rifle. Her agents had the Cadmus agents edged into a corner but the Cadmus troops refused to surrender, using their computer equipment as cover, taking advantage of the fact that the DEO agents were trying to avoid damaging the computers. Except Alex was now at the perfect angle. Smirking, she fired a quick burst to get their attention. Almost as one the small knot of Cadmus agents looked at her. The distraction provided just enough time for several DEO agents to rush forward, circling around the other end of the equipment and setting up a crossfire.

Smirk growing, Alex called out, "You might want to consider surrendering."

Glaring, the Cadmus agents didn't move for several tense seconds. Finally, one of them raised his hands, still glaring at Alex. Grudgingly the rest slowly followed suit. Carefully, Alex moved down the remaining stairs, rifle still aimed at the Cadmus agents. She counted three, clearly not soldiers but also holding their weapons competently. Obviously Cadmus believed in the same mentality as the DEO, requiring everyone to be able to use a weapon even if not a field operative.

While a few DEO agents disarmed and restrained the Cadmus operatives, the others began sweeping the area. After a few minutes one called out, "Agent Danvers, there's another door here."

Alex's head whipped up from where she'd been studying the computer system. Jogging over she frowned at the door Viking Three was indicating. She studied it for a moment before sweeping her gaze over the room they were standing in. Based on the proportions, it was clear that the area on the other side of the door would be smaller than the one they were currently standing in. Only, Alex had no idea what would be on the other side. The current room appeared to operate as a combination of an office and storage area for more dangerous or valuable equipment.

Alex raised her rifle and pointed it at the door. Agent Parker, Viking Three, glanced at her and she nodded briefly. Holding his own rifle in a ready position, the other agent swiftly pulled open the door, hand immediately snapping up to brace his rifle once the door was open. Nothing. Alex let out a slow sigh of relief but didn't drop her guard. Slowly she edged through the door after Parker. The room on the other side was dark and Alex reached one hand out to fumble for a light switch. There was a muffled sound and Alex reacted, grabbing Parker and tugging them both to the ground as bullets whizzed over them.

A shout sounded from the outer room and Alex thought she could hear the sound of the other agents running for the door. Rolling on to her back, Alex pointed her rifle in the direction the bullets had come from and pulled the trigger. She just hoped that there wasn't anything explosive in the room. She heard a grunt of pain just before more DEO agents burst into the room, flashlights blazing. The lights illuminated a single Cadmus soldier briefly before multiple rifles opened fire and he went down.

Alex sighed in relief as one of the agents found the light switch, flooding the room with light. She glanced over to the man next to her. "You ok, Parker?"

"Yes, ma'am. Thanks for the save."

She gave him a lopsided smile in acknowledgement before rolling to her feet. Looking around the room, she ordered, "Sweep the room and then the entire building once more. Let's get to work cataloguing everything here and someone download whatever we can from those computers." Hopefully they didn't get a chance to wipe them. She received a round of nods and acknowledgements. Sighing heavily, Alex moved back into the out room.

"Why are you bleeding?"

Alex spun around at the voice. She ignored the question as she strode over to Lucy's side. "Status on Kelly and Martinez?"

"They're going to be fine. Won't be going on field ops for a little while though." Lucy gestured toward Alex's arm. "Why are you bleeding?"

Alex ignored her again. "Status of the op?"

Lucy sighed. "Rogue is providing outside surveillance. Kara already verified there was no one else around. Trap and Viking are performing a more thorough sweep of the warehouse and outer room here. Why are you bleeding?"

Frowning, Alex looked down. Now that her attention had been called to it and the adrenaline of the sudden ambush was wearing off, she could feel the sharp pain. "Huh. Bullet graze. Probably from the asshole that just tried to shoot Parker and me."

Kara's voice came through the radio. "You got shot?!"

Lucy rolled her eyes and commented conversationally. "Told you she'd be pissed."

Alex glared and grumbled. "The mission did not go to shit. It's just a graze, Kara. I'm fine." There was no response and Alex sighed. That probably just meant Kara was saving her lecture for later.

Lucy chuckled. "What happened?"

Agent Parker stepped up. "She saved my life." He glanced between the two women and grimaced slightly. "Sorry to interrupt, Director Lane, Agent Danvers."

Lucy just grinned. "Don't worry about it, Agent Parker." She looked back at Alex. "Saved his life, huh?"

Alex just rolled her eyes and turned away, moving back into the smaller room. Once inside, she smiled wryly at the stack of L-Corp branded crates off to the side. "Hey, Lucy. I found our crates."

Lucy appeared at her elbow almost immediately. She studied the crates for a moment then sighed. "You know, I was hoping my whole 'they just stopped moving the crates' theory was wrong."

Alex nodded. She had been hoping that as well but it was very clear these crates were empty. Which meant the high capacity power sources they had contained were almost certainly already moved from this location. "Let's see what else we find. Maybe Winn can get something from the computers."

Lucy nodded. "Agreed." She looked sidelong at Alex. "And you need to get that wound looked at."

Alex started to wave her hand then grimaced at the lancing pain from the injury, dropping her hand. "It's fine."

Lucy rolled her eyes. "Sure it is. You know, Danvers. You don't have to do heroic shit to impress Maggie. I'm pretty sure she's impressed with you already." Her voice was low, barely loud enough for Alex to hear her clearly. "Now get your damn injury looked at."

Alex grimaced. "That's not…" She trailed off and sighed. "Whatever, Lane. Where's your damn medic?"

Lucy smirked and jerked a thumb toward the doorway. "Out in the main warehouse with Kelly and Martinez. Go get that checked out."

"Yes, Director Lane." Alex nearly snarled the words. Her tone had absolutely no effect on Lucy who ignored it and moved toward the agents currently cataloguing the contents of the room. Alex rolled her eyes at her friend and headed for the main area of the warehouse, still grumbling to herself about how it was just a graze and she was a damn doctor herself.

Maggie took a deep breath before dismounting her motorcycle in front of the precinct. It was still a weird thought that she wasn't about to go inside for work but as a visitor. She'd just barely stopped herself from parking her bike in the precinct garage rather than the visitor's parking. But, Danvers had asked her to try and get the NCPD to back off so, here she was. Locking her helmet to the bike, she headed inside, shooting a smile at the desk sergeant.

"Detective Sawyer! It's been too long since you swung by. What brings you over here?"

Maggie chuckled. "It's just Maggie now, remember? And I'm here to see Thomas, we have a meeting."

"You'll always be Detective Sawyer to us." The sergeant grinned. "I'll tell Detective Thomas you're here."

"Thanks."

Idly Maggie studied the variety of public service announcement posters on the wall, noting that they hadn't changed one bit since she'd left the force. The sound of a door opening had her turning and grinning as Victor stepped into view. A former football player, he seemed to fill the doorframe. He grinned back, white teeth a bright contrast to his dark skin. "Hey, Sawyer."

She ambled over to him. "Hey, Vic."

He rolled his eyes at the nickname but the grin didn't fade. "I really wish you wouldn't call me that."

"You know you love me."

"Yeah, yeah." He waved at the sergeant. "Thanks for keeping her out of trouble, Joe."

Maggie affected an outraged look. "I would never get in trouble!"

Victor arched an eyebrow, patently unimpressed. "Sure."

Maggie ignored him and waved at Joe. "See you later, Joe!"

The sergeant waved back, smiling. "Have a good day, Detective."

Rolling her eyes at the title, but still smiling, Maggie followed Victor further into the station. She waved at a few other detective's and officers she knew as the pair made their way to one of the meeting rooms. Dropping into a chair, Maggie grinned up at her old partner. "No interrogation room?"

He rolled his eyes at her. "Maybe I should use one. I swear you've become even more flippant since you left than when you first started."

Maggie laughed briefly then sobered. "You know I've never treated an investigation with anything but seriousness, Victor."

He smiled, settling into a chair across from her. "I know, Maggie."

She glanced around the room briefly. It, too, hadn't changed. Not that she'd really expected it to. It wasn't like the NCPD had a budget for interior decorating. "So where's your partner? Johnson, right?"

Victor heaved a sigh. "Getting coffee. You know, it's all your fault I got saddled with a rookie detective."

Maggie arched an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair. "My fault? Oh no, you can blame the brass for that one."

Victor looked at her seriously, expression gentle. "You didn't have to leave, Maggie."

Maggie looked away for a moment. Scenes of that last case flickered through her mind briefly. Alien bodies nearly hacked to pieces. Finding the asshole who did it who was so proud. Who thought he was righteous for "purging the alien menace." She shook her head slightly, dismissing the memories as she look back at Victor. "Yeah, I did, Vic. I just… yeah, I did."

He studied her for a moment then nodded, remaining silent. Both of their heads whipped around as the door opened and a younger man walked in, looking vaguely uncomfortable. He was carrying three coffee cups and Maggie flashed a smile, standing. "You must be Detective Johnson."

"That's me." Setting down the cups, he held out a hand to shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Detective Sawyer. Detective Thomas has told me a lot about you." He flashed what Maggie was sure was supposed to be a charming smile but just felt oily to her.

She maintained her smile and shook his hand as perfunctorily as she could without being rude. Regaining her seat, she took the coffee he held out to her. Glancing down at it she frowned slightly. Ugh, Vic knows I prefer black coffee. She glanced back up at Johnson who was still giving her that smile.

"Cream, two sugars, right?"

She raised an eyebrow. "No, I prefer black coffee."

Victor heaved a sighed from the other side of the table. Maggie looked over, eyebrow still arched. He shoved his coffee cup toward her and gestured for the one she was holding. "That one's mine, Johnson."

Johnson looked confused. "But you drink black coffee."

Maggie switched coffee cups with Victor and couldn't stop the small smirk as she commented, "He does. But only first thing in the morning. After ten he switches to cream and sugar."

Victor waved for Johnson to take a seat. "It doesn't matter. Now that we're all here, what brings you up this way, Sawyer?"

Maggie settled back in her chair again and sipped her coffee, ordering her thoughts. "I don't think Dr. Danvers is who we're looking for."

"What?" Johnson sounded outraged. Maggie ignored him, cocking her head and waiting for Victor's response.

Victor frowned thoughtfully. "Why do you say that?"

"Gut instinct for one." Maggie ignored Johnson's scoff. The rookie detectives always thought gut instinct was something left behind on the streets when they moved on from being officers. But Maggie had plenty of experience saying otherwise, and she knew Vic did too. "But, also, there's nothing else indicating she had anything to do with the crates or those guys who attacked L-Corp Friday night. I combed through every shipping and access record. She didn't access any of it. Nor can I find any suspicious access to indicate she somehow hacked in or used someone else's credentials."

"What about the photos?"

This was where it got tricky. Maggie sighed and grimaced. "Alibi. Apparently she was with her sister that night."

Victor raised an eyebrow. "And you don't think her own sister would lie for her?"

Maggie shot him a wry smile. "I take it you've never met Kara Danvers. Girl couldn't lie to save her life."

Victor leaned back, nodding. "I'm not sure that's really enough, Sawyer."

Maggie gave him a challenging look, leaning forward. "Have you found anything? You said yourself the only conversations you've picked up are between her and that same sister. Has that changed?"

Victor sighed and shook his head. Johnson let out a strangled sound. Both Maggie and Victor looked at him curiously. Johnson was looking outraged again, glaring at Victor. "You can't just tell her our evidence, sir!"

Victor shook his head. "Kid, Sawyer's got a better head on her shoulders than ninety percent of the detectives here. There's nothing that says I can't share information with her if it helps our case." Maggie grinned a little to herself at his words. Victor looked back at her. "You're right. We haven't picked up anything but some dead space and calls to her sister." He narrowed his eyes slightly. "But, maybe you can tell us why she hasn't left her apartment since Saturday night."

Maggie shrugged slightly, settling back into the chair once more. "I presume she was taking a break after the excitement of Friday and Saturday yesterday. She's working from home today. I can show you the login records showing she's been doing paperwork from home if you want."

Victor nodded slightly. He glanced at Johnson briefly then looked back at Maggie. "I'll take it into consideration, Sawyer. Can't guarantee anything though, you know that."

Maggie sighed soundlessly but nodded. She'd known going in it wasn't going to be easy to convince them to completely drop Danvers as a suspect. She had no authority over this. Which was exactly why she hadn't actually promised Danvers anything. But still, she'd been hoping. Standing, Maggie flashed a grin at Victor. "Thanks for listening, Victor."

He followed suit, smiling warmly. "Anytime, Sawyer. You know, we need to take some time to catch up. Now that you're a fancy executive security chief."

She laughed. "Sure, we can do lunch someday."

"Oh no, you're not getting off that easy. Dinner. My house. Johnny is dying to pick your brain about college life."

Maggie's smile softened into a more warmly affectionate one. Victor's oldest son, Johnny, had come out as gay the year before as a junior in high school. Victor had spent all night reading and most of the next day picking Maggie's brain so he could respond appropriately. There might be several assholes on the force—Maggie knew from personal experience—but Detective Victor Thomas was one of the good ones. "Of course. Let me know when and I'll be there. Tell the family I said hello in the meantime."

Maggie forced herself to smile at Johnson, who had risen and was giving her that same oily smile. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Detective Johnson."

"The pleasure was mine, Detective."

Maggie nodded awkwardly, flashed one more smile and a quick wave at Victor, and then quickly left the room. Once outside, she swung her leg over her motorcycle and sat for a moment, running over the meeting in her mind. She couldn't think of anything she'd said that would give away Danvers' cover. Unfortunately, it also meant she couldn't think of anything she'd said that would for sure convince Victor and the NCPD to drop Danvers as a suspect. Sighing, she tugged on her helmet and headed back to L-Corp. She hoped Danvers was around the next day, Maggie definitely had a few things to talk to the agent about.