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`It's urgent, Agent Jones, so please come immediately. We need your help.´ So Serena took one of S.H.I.E.L.D privat jets together with a few reinforcement agents. She held her silver knife in her hands. It was a family heirloom, it was long and extremely sharp. The blade was out of polished silver and there were ivy patterns around the grip.. It was extraordinary and before her new job she had never used it. Now she took it on every mission, believing it brought her luck. And she could defend herself with it without having to use her power.
Serena wore a black jeans, high black boots and a black leather jacket which matched the S.H.I.E.L.D – uniforms as she walked down the tunnels of the camp. `Help interrogate the prisoner´meant `manipulate the prisoner to think he could trust them and spill the beans.´She didn't really like it to use her ability for this purpose, she prefered relying on her psychological skills. She had been an excellent psychology student.
Something about this job was wierd. 80% of S.H.I.E.L.D – missions were wierd, Serena thought smiling, but they were never about hammers appearing out of space. She had read the file, but even Coulson had no idea where this hammer came from let alone the well-trained, blonde crazy man who knocked out several also well-trained agents only to get to this hammer. But he failed to pull it out the rock it was stuck in. She didn't like this mission and she didn't like this alien hammer. Serena simply had a bad feeling about it. As as she walked down the white tunnels, she felt something like a dark presence, but she coulnd't describe it.
She decided to run.
Suddenly she stopped. The tall man in front of her was not an agent. His skin appeared almost white in the pale light of the tunnels and it was an extreme contrast to his black hair. The arrogant smile on his face send shivers over her spine. Serena focused for a second and send a part of her mind out. But instead of reaching a pool of sensations and emotions like usual, instead of seeing clear through them, her mind hit a wall. It was like ice, cold and smooth and flawless. Her mouth dropped. Impossible. She tried again, concentrated and send her energy against the wall. It didn't even scratch it, but the man noticed the woman standing in front of the next passage.