Interior of Hydra Base
Henry Bradshaw's Office
Teagan watched on Bradshaw's hand-held tablet as the Hydra Strike Team brutally made their way through the medical research level.
After having them brought before her and turned on Hydra using her powers, their new instructions were to wipe out every single one of the medical personnel that was here but only after they were shown where anything stolen from her body was stored. They were to smash and destroy any kind of samples they found so they could never be used again.
Bradshaw had also been instructed to go onto their closed computer system and use his high-level access to copy their experiment files so that they could be given to the authorities. A high-capacity flash drive was lying on the hand-written confession of his crimes for someone to find later on.
She knew that after tonight, or today, that someone honest would need to know why all of these people were dead. Just being Hydra would not mean as much to them. Judges always wanted proof of crimes, so that was what she was making sure they would have, even if it was posthumously. She needed the world to see just how evil this organization really had been.
Steve had told her tales about how he'd fought with Bucky during the war against Hydra. Then later on what they had done to his best friend for so long. They had been around for far too long in her opinion and she meant to end that today.
On the screen, the last of the lab technicians in their white lab coats fell to the floor, his chest area newly stained with numerous red spots. The guards did a final sweep to check for anyone hiding before following their next set of instructions. She watched as they entered the elevator to head to the surface hanger to eliminate anyone on the ground level where they would not be able to be locked in. There were flight crews and ground maintenance working out in the open. After they figured out what was happening when the alarms started to go off, they could simply confiscate a vehicle and disappear. She would not let that happen.
A couple of minutes later, Bradshaw received the confirmation from the team that all personnel on the ground level had been dealt with. The guards watching over Sam and the other prisoners never even tried to stop them. She had specifically given them orders to not go after Sam, the prisoners, or the ones keeping them safe. Only to stop anyone else who managed to somehow escape the lockdown.
"It's done," Bradshaw told her, making Teagan look up from the security feed of the building where Sam was. She had watched as he had taken charge of the prisoners sent to him that Hydra had also stripped away from their families. Luckily for them, they were only useful as pawns. If they had also been discovered to have some kind of power, would they have been passed to Keeling?
"Then it's time," she calmly stood up from the comfortable leather chair. Holding her hand out, she just let the tablet slip from his to impact on the floor, the screen shattering. "Release the gas. Kill them all, except for the level where Keeling is. He'll be taken care of eventually."
There was a quick moment of hope for Henry.
He had a chance!
Teagan may have commanded him to 'release the gas', but she with the way she had worded the command, to 'kill them all', his mind was free enough to be able to take the action it need to ensure their own survival. 'Them' did not mean he and Teagan. Therefore, he was able to type in the command for the gas that was to be released in his office to be the knock-out one, not the poisonous one.
And she had no idea of the gas mask hidden in the bottom drawer of his desk that would allow him to survive this…with her back as his prisoner.
Bradshaw's hands began to fly over the keyboard as he pulled up the fatal protocol and securely accessed into it. He only needed a moment to pull his trick on her.
Eventually coming over to stand behind Bradshaw, she felt nothing towards the frightened looking individuals on the screen who were startled by security doors slamming shut to lock them inside of small rooms and hallways. As they began to bang on the solid metal structures holding them in, the white clouds of poisonous gas began to pour from the ventilation system. Now they were running around their tombs like chickens with their heads cut off. One by one, they began dropping to the floor, their hands grasping at throats which inhaled only death.
Hearing a hissing noise, Teagan turned to see the gas begin to slowly pour out of the air vents near the ceiling just above her head.
A sudden banging on the office door pulled her attention to the guards which she had ordered to look over them.
They were screaming for mercy, from her. The one who had been their prisoner for eleven years, begging for the same thing every single day.
Walking over to the door, she glared at them through the small rectangle window as they gripped their throats, coughing fits then taking them to their knees.
"Pathetic," she managed to mumble just before she herself began to cough. The gas was finally starting to fill the office. She felt the sting in her lungs and knew it was almost all over.
Hearing a scraping sound from behind her, Teagan turned to happily watch as Bradshaw died…only to find him sliding a gas mask over his face.
Inhaling a panicked breath, "No…" she tried to scream out a command for him to not put the mask on, only for the next words to be cut off as a coughing fit overcame her.
Trying to take a breathe, she felt her body becoming weakened by the gas as she fell to her knees.
"Don't worry," Bradshaw's muffled voice told her as he walked around the desk to stand just out of her reach. "I only released the poisonous gas out there, just as you commanded, but in here I was able to instead release the knock-out gas. I would have thought after so many years of being told the proper way to command someone that you would have worded your orders a bit more carefully."
With her body still wracked with coughs, unable to properly speak, Teagan reached out, hoping to somehow remove that damn mask from his face, but her arms would barely move. She was already growing weak from the effects.
"By the time you wake up, we'll be long gone from here," Bradshaw told her, kicking away her hand which she managed to touch his foot with. "There's plenty of other Hydra bases that we can move to. But I do believe that my superiors will not be pleased with your actions here today. Their punishments are going to make you wish to have Keeling back."
Just before her eyes closed, she felt a single tear run down her cheek at her failure.
Hydra Base - Ground Level
A Short Time Earlier
While waiting with the other prisoners, Sam put on his suit as they all waited for any sign from inside the hanger…and when it eventually came, how he wished it hadn't.
The sound of gunfire from the echoing interior threw everyone in the small building with him into a panic, ducking for cover without the building even taking any form of damage. Racing towards the door to see what was happening, he was tackled by his security detail, worried that he was about to not be safe considering the flying bullets thanks to what he was sure were Teagan's commands. They held him close to the ground, covering him partially with their own bodies.
"Get off," he tried to command them.
"Sorry, Sir. Not until it is clear," one of them informed him.
The freed prisoners huddled together, one of the females starting to cry in a panic. She must think that they were next, but he knew that Teagan would not have sent them up here without making sure they were safe.
Sam then realized that the phone which had the open connection to Steve and Nat had fallen to the ground and judging by the cracked screen, he guessed it had dropped the call. Hopefully they did not suspect the worst, especially since the last thing they would have heard was gunfire.
Seeing one of his guards brave enough to look out the window, Sam asked, "What is going on out there?"
"It's a strike team. They are eliminating the hanger guards and personnel," he was told by the man.
Over the next couple of minutes, all they could do was listen as a strike team systematically made their way across the ground level taking out every single Hydra agent they could find. Eventually the gunfire ceased, bring an eerie silence over the area. That was what finally got the guards to let him up.
All across the hanger floor, bodies lay scattered when they fell as they tried to run from the inevitable death chasing them. Sam felt his heart drop at knowing that this was only a small piece of what Teagan was planning for Hydra. With how badly they had hurt her over the years, he knew it was no less than what they deserved.
Only a few minutes later Sam heard the familiar sound of the Quinjet coming in for a landing long seconds before he finally managed to catch a glimpse of it. Landing close to their building and the hanger, he opened the door to step outside, his personal guards taking up his sides. There, looking a bit worse for ware, were the two people he was sure not long ago had actually been dead.
Both Steve and Nat were in their full uniforms so that there was no mistaking who they were. Steve's bright white and red stripes were now covered in darker dirt stains thanks to the base's explosion, fires, and avalanche. And the white of his star was entirely gone.
The exterior guard raised his weapon to stop them from approaching, but Sam called him off by saying they were friendlies. Luckily he was at least listening to him.
"You have no idea how good it is to see your ugly mug, old man," Sam couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around Steve to make sure he was really there. In return, Sam got an almost bone cracking hug.
"We've both been very worried about the two of you," he told him turning to look around the compound.
"I've been searching for any trace of where you had been taken with no luck," Nat told him as she stood guarded while watching the controlled Hydra agents. "You had us worried a little while ago when we lost the call."
"I'm just glad that somehow both of you managed to get out of that damn base," Sam told them as he headed for the building where the others were. Seeing Steve looking over his shoulder at the hanger, Sam knew that he was curious as to why they were not headed there. "I can't get back into the base."
"Why not?" Steve asked. "Was it locked down?"
"I'm not exactly sure, but Teagan ordered these guys," he double thumbed towards them, "to stop me from getting back inside. She didn't want me to get hurt."
Steve and Nat exchanged glances at hearing that.
"But we can," Nat then told him.
"There is a strike team inside of the hanger, preventing anyone from leaving," he told them. "I don't know if they will try to stop you from getting in."
"We'll have to take the chance," Steve told him. "Do you know anything about what she was planning on doing?"
Shaking his head, "Not really. But you'll be able to see some of her commands' work by the bodies lying in the hanger. And she already had Keeling under her control and was talking about getting the base commander named Bradshaw under her control."
"Then she might have access to the entire base," Nat pointed out.
"Nat, let's go see what we can find out. Sam, are you well enough to give us some air cover out here?" Steve asked him.
"I'm good to go," he told them, checking the straps on his wings. Then it occurred to him, "Can I send in RedWing with you? At least that way I'll have some idea as to what is going on inside."
"We'd appreciate the backup," Steve said pulling one of Nat's guns from the holster around his waist. He normally didn't use such weapons, but this was Hydra they were dealing with.
Sam watched as they carefully approached the hanger, the guards turning to face them but not pointing weapons for some reason. If they were order to go after Hydra, then with Steve in his suit they knew he was not an enemy.
Hopefully they would be able to get Teagan out of there before her luck ran out.
Natasha was cautious as they approached the guards minding the doors and elevator that led to the underground base. If they considered her and Steve a threat, they didn't act like it. With their raised eyebrows, she figured that they knew exactly who they were, even if they hadn't expected them to be there. Sam was still over by the other building, but he was accessing Redwing who was hovering just behind them.
"Are you going to prevent us from entering this base?" Steve very bluntly spoke up and asked them.
"Sir, we are authorized to prevent anyone from leaving, but I would suggest that you do not enter," one of the guards informed him.
"Why not?" she asked.
"All of us Strike Teams were previously briefed as to base protocols. The alarm that went off a while ago, that was to inform those who recognize it that the base was being put into lock-down. Afterwards, we were told to expect the entire base to be flooded with a gas that Hydra already had in place. You can see some of the gas leaking through the elevator shaft and doors. As of right now, it should have flooded every level, killing every person below. We are ordered to kill anyone that managed to made it out and try to leave."
They both looked to where the Hydra guard was pointing. A faint opaque gas was still drifting through the elevator doors to escape into the large hanger area, luckily dispersing so that it was harmless out here in the open. The two of them turned and just stared at each other for a moment, wondering what to do since they clearly couldn't enter the base.
"Did anyone make it out?" she asked dreading his answer.
"No," he said before nodding to the bodies further off in the hanger. "They were already on the surface. Nobody has come from the elevators since the prisoners."
"Teagan," Steve could barely whisper her name.
Nat wondered if he was more upset at what she had managed to do by taking out the entire base or by the fact that she might have sacrificed her own life to do so. She glanced back over at Sam but from this distance could not make out his facial expression at hearing the guard's words.
"Is there any other way that someone could have gotten out?" Nat asked the group of guards.
One of them spoke up, "I heard a rumor that Commander Bradshaw has a secret escape route, but I don't know if that's true or not."
"Steve, if he did have one, then there's a chance that Teagan might have made it out and still be alive."
"If it's real, where would she be?" he asked looking over at her.
Redwing then took off to survey the base from a higher vantage point.
Interior of Hydra Base
After the gas had dissipated enough in the hallway, Henry had taken the time to remove the handcuffs from one of the dead guards just outside of his door while also relieving him of a handgun. He needed to make sure that his prisoner was under his control once she woke up. Pulling her hands behind her back, he locked them into place. Now he needed to take care of the most import part, preventing her from speaking again.
Opening up one of his desk's drawers, he saw the ugly tie that his ex-wife had given him some time back that had been carelessly thrown inside after a bad meeting with Hydra Command. He had removed it after feeling stifled and tossed it inside to be forgotten about. Now he had a real use for it.
Forming a large knot in the center of it, he wrapped it around Teagan's head, making sure that the knot was firmly wedged inside of her mouth. There was no way that she would be able to form any clear words with it in place. Earlier after speaking with the guard who had returned to Marcus' office, he had been able to find out what she had commanded to become of him. Henry knew that he had to be even more careful with her now. If only they had found some way to turn her vicious streak so that it worked in Hydra's favor.
Grabbing Teagan up from off the floor, he threw her over his left shoulder, keeping his right hand free to use the gun tucked at his back waist if necessary. He headed to where the hidden emergency elevator access was hidden by the wood paneling that covered the cold concrete walls. Pressing the knot pattern in the wood, the door slid back and then open to reveal the small box just big enough for him and his captive. Stepping inside, he rested against the wall to ease her dead weight as he pressed the only button inside of his escape plan.
After two decades of commanding this base, this was the first time he had ever had to use the item.
The door shut them inside and began to rise towards the hanger level where it exited. He knew that the Strike Team was somewhere guarding against anyone escaping, but they would be exiting out into one of the back offices away from the main hanger. If he was lucky, he would be able to get Teagan down the hallway towards the back parking lot where a couple of vehicles would be without anyone noticing them. His own car was there and he could secure her into the trunk until he made it to another base a couple of hours away.
As the door slid open, Henry paused for a few moments to make sure that the quiet that greeted him continued. Glancing out into the office space, he didn't spot anyone that was alive. There was a bloody body lying partially in the doorway. He guessed that it was one of the ground workers.
The hanger had been left over after the Department of Public Works had built a new facility to hold salt and sand for spreading on the mountain roads during winter time. Hydra had come in and purchased it under the guise to use it as a research facility to study global warming at higher altitudes. Nobody had ever questioned the comings and goings of the helicopters or Hydra-jets which were stored in the large hanger building.
Hauling Teagan across the office, he paused only long enough to make sure the hallway was clear of guards. They must all be in the main hanger to the right. Henry turned left, hoping that they had not spread out to guard all the exits after eliminating the agents they found alive. The main elevators were the only ones that were common knowledge, so they should have taken up position there.
Reaching the exterior door, he slowly pushed it open, careful to listen for any sound that the movement had been noticed. But there was nothing but the sounds of nearby birds chirping away.
Adjusting his grip on her body, he exited the building with Teagan still unconscious as he headed for his car to make his escape.
Exterior of Hydra Base
"Oh, hell no!"
"What is it, Sam?" Steve asked him as he watched the security feed from Redwing on his visor. He and Nat had come back to the building once they knew not to head below ground.
After Steve and Nat had learned of the deadly gas inside of the base which would prevent them from entering, he had set Redwing to a continuous sweep of the immediate area. And he had just gotten his first glance of movement.
"He's got Teagan!" Turning to one of his guards, he demanded, "Where is the parking lot?"
"The backside of the hanger," he pointed in the direction Sam needed to go.
Taking off, he soared in that general direction, but headed over the hanger as a shortcut instead of going around it. He knew that Steve and Nat would be close behind him.
Cresting over the hanger's roof, Sam watched as the man he could only guess was Bradshaw carried an unconscious Teagan across the lot towards a car. With a flick of his wrist, Sam extended one of his guns and fired a line of bullets between them and the vehicle. The man paused to look around for where the shots have come from, ending his search while glaring up at Sam with hatred.
"Let her go!" he called out while dropping to a low hover not far from the ground from the base commander.
"You would shoot an unarmed man?" he was asked, but Sam noted that his right hand was covered by his body.
"If it gets Teagan away from you, then yes, I would," he sincerely told him.
The man's face slowly creeped into a nasty smile, before responding, "I don't really believe that."
Instead of placing Teagan on the ground, he instead took a couple of steps backwards towards the car. With that, Sam altered his aim and placed a string of shots into the engine block to take the item out of the equation.
"Now, I'm guessing that you're Bradshaw," Sam said while turning his gun back to aim at the man. "And as I said, let her go."
"I'll not be taken down by the likes of you," he sneered as he pulled a handgun from behind his back. Without shooting, he informed Sam, "Either let us go, or die here with all the others."
Sam hesitated at shooting in Bradshaw's direction with Teagan being slung over his shoulder.
But before either of them would come to find out who would win this sudden standoff, they were both distracted by the sound of numerous footsteps quickly drawing closer.
"Sam!" he heard Steve's nervous voice call out to him.
What nobody expected was the gunfire that then began to deafen everyone.
Sam could only watch as the man holding onto Teagan began to jerk with each bullet that entered his body. His grasp on her broke as he looked down to the numerous red holes that now lined his chest. Without the strength to support her anymore, Teagan's limp form fell to the ground with a thump. Falling to his knees, Bradshaw managed to look up at Sam hovering before he crumbled hard on the rough pavement, dead with a shocked look on his face.
Landing on the pavement next to Teagan, he quickly checked her over but could find no evidence that she had been shot. Turning his head, he saw Steve and Nat standing between them and the two Hydra Strike Team members that had killed Bradshaw. Then he understood what had happened.
Bradshaw trying to leave the base had triggered Teagan's command about stopping anyone Hydra who tried to. But it seemed that they still recognized Teagan as the one to obey and with their training had managed to not hit her with their fire.
Lifting her head onto his lap, he could see that she was unconscious but didn't know how it had been accomplished. Removing the tie gag from her mouth, she still did not rouse.
"How is she?" Natasha asked from where she now stood behind him.
"I'm not sure," he told her. "She won't wake up."
"He probably used some drug to knock her out. Considering that he wanted to leave here with her, I don't think that he would have harmed her," Nat told him as Steve came over.
"Let's get back to the other side. We need to contact the authorities about the prisoners that were freed," Steve pointed out. "Sam, I'll carry Teagan. Is that alright?"
"Yeah," he felt a bit better after considering Nat's words. He could only hope that she was right.
Lifting Teagan from the ground, they turned to walk back around the hanger, with the Strike Team members following behind.
"What do we do now?" Nat asked him as she glanced towards the 'converted' Hydra agents standing guard over the base. Steve had just been trying to figure that out himself. "We can't contact Ross and stay here until his team arrives. I really don't feel like another visit to the Raft, especially from the other side this time."
They were walking back towards the shed with the people who had been held prisoner. Sam was watching over Teagan, whom he had placed into the Quinjet on one of the jump-seats. She was still unconscious and they suspected that she would be for a while. With her newfound power, Steve was sure that Bradshaw did not want her waking up before he had a chance to secure her at another base.
"Unless Teagan comes around in the next few minutes and can change the command she gave them, we'll have to leave," he told her. "We can explain her command to the prisoners so that they know what is going on and why they need to be careful with their actions."
The first thing he and Nat did was to question the Hydra agents as to the full extent and wording of Teagan's commands to them. They found out that they would only kill Hydra agents trying to flee, not the prisoners who had the password to let them out. Organizing the group that had been freed, they gave a brief summary of how the agents' minds were being manipulated and how it meant that until Ross' team got here, that they would be 'protecting' the area.
Heading back towards the Quinjet, Steve paused after thinking of something else.
"Nat," he got her attention while glancing at the elevators that had not opened again. "I want to know what occurred down there and if there is anyone else left alive that we don't know about."
Nat's eyes narrowed at him.
"You think that Teagan killed Keeling somehow?"
"If she didn't do it before the gas was released, then I would think that the gas did the job for her."
"It's not like he didn't deserve it," her voice had a trace of amusement to it. She would not hold such an act against Teagan if that is what happened.
Eleven years of being locked away as a prisoner, tortured until she agreed to work for Hydra, the experiments done to her, being recaptured and held in some kind of solitary confinement for the past few weeks. Thinking they were dead with no chance of rescue. With that being topped off with Keeling holding a gun to Sam's head and threatening to shoot him.
After all of that which she had endured, he couldn't hold it against her either.
"But, I can see if one of the guards happens to have access to the security feed before we leave here and get access to it. Hopefully it is still working and recording. Then we can go back and watch what happened after Sam was brought to the surface," Nat pointed out.
"Do that," he told her. "I'm going to check on Sam and see if Teagan is awake yet. Let's get out of here right after sending our message to Ross."
"Will do," she said moving back to the guards.
Moving to the Quinjet, he found Sam slumped in a seat next to Teagan with her head in his lap still asleep.
"Nat will be back in a minute, then we'll send our message to Ross before getting out of here," he told Sam.
Sam just nodded his head in agreement, the only sign that he was listening to Steve. Sitting down across from him, he could see the weariness in Sam's body now. He looked slightly thinner than he had the last time he'd seem him, but not as much as Teagan did, so he knew neither one had not been feed properly.
"Are you feeling alright? Any injuries that need to be taken care of?" he asked.
"No, she got me safely out of there," his voice sounding tired. But then with a bit of his old humor, "But I wouldn't mind a greasy fast-food cheeseburger, if we can take this thing through a drive-thru."
Steve gave a smile, glad that his friend was at least well enough to be able to give a slight joke.
"I'll see how well Nat can actually maneuver this thing."
"Did I hear my name?"
They watched as Nat hit the button to raise up the ramp, closing them in for the flight.
Exterior of Hydra Base
Hours Later
"Secretary Ross," one of the Tactical Team members nodded towards him as he stepped off of the helicopter. He was just arriving at the Hydra base that Romanoff had sent the quadrants of with a brief explanation of what had occurred here. He didn't even want to know where she had gotten his personal cell phone number from.
"What do you have?"
After having been contacted four hours ago, he knew that a personal visit to this site was going to be necessary. To have a Hydra base just a few hours drive outside of Washington had him guessing as to what it was used for. And he wanted to see it all for himself.
"The freed prisoners are still being questioned so that we can ascertain when they first went missing so we know how long their family members have been compromised," he stated as they began to walk towards the open hanger. "The Hydra agents that were protecting them have been unarmed, detained, and are also being questioned."
"Protecting them?" he asked, coming almost to a stop.
"Yes, Sir. It seems that a female with red hair ordered them to guard and protect the prisoners that Hydra had taken. But we don't understand why they would suddenly turn their allegiance from Hydra."
"Polly," he mumbled under his breath as he started walking again.
"Sir?"
"Never mind," he told him, knowing exactly how they had been turned.
Now, he really wanted to know all there was about this base. Romanoff's message had been short and sweet, giving the detailed location while explaining about the prisoners they had found. So what exactly was so interesting to bring those criminals out of hiding to take out this particular base?
"But, Sir...Lieutenant Lethco has a special situation that he want to confer with you about."
"What type of situation?"
"Um…a hostage negotiation?" he answered sounding very unsure of his response. "I'm to escort you down to the location. I think it would be better for him to explain. I don't have all the details."
Knowing that Polly had probably been at this location for some reason, Thaddeus wondered if she had used her powers on somebody here. It sounded like she already had, so there were bound to be others.
"Lead the way."
As the elevator opened onto one of the lower levels of the underground base, Thaddeus took in the miserable gray and black dripping walls as he felt a shiver run down his spine. He had only taken two steps before the echoing sounds of screams and crying reached his ears, making his next step falter.
"What is that?" he asked slowing his pace, wanting an answer first.
"That is the…situation," the guard's face was beet red and his voice timid.
What had Polly done?
There were a handful of Tact-Team members loitering around the hallway not too far from where it ended at a door that the miserable sounds seemed to be emanating from.
"Sir," Lieutenant Lethco nodded his acknowledgement as another scream met his ears.
"What the hell is going on in there?" he demanded.
All of their faces turned towards the closed metal door.
"There is a situation that I'm not sure how to handle," he admitted.
"I've already been told as much. So why don't you give me details?" he almost bellowed.
Lethco took a deep breath before starting the tale.
"It seems that for some unknown reason, a Hydra guard is following his orders to continuously anally rape one of his superior officers. He claims that he has been commanded to do so and that he is either unable, or unwilling, to stop the act. He also states that as soon as this door is opened, that he will be forced to kill himself by using a letter opener jabbed into his neck. The strange…uh, stranger part is that he says the officer with him is bound in such a way that if he is ever freed of any of the items, that he will also constantly try to end his own life."
Thaddeus stood bewildered as he listened to the strange tale that explained the horrible sounds in the room.
"I'm not sure if I believe him or if he is just saying that to keep us out," Lethco continued, "but I didn't want to take the chance of losing a high level prisoner."
"He's telling the truth," Thadeus admitted, getting the others around him to mumble to each other. The sounds coming from what he suspected was a cell changed, an electrical sound and more muffled screams. He couldn't finish his question of, "What is…?", knowing he was not going to like the answer.
"That would be the electrical prod being used on the officer's genetalia," one of the others spoke up.
"Polly must have really hated him," he said aloud more to himself but loud enough so that the others could hear him.
"It's like he's following a pattern, and has been since we arrived a few hours ago," Lethco told him. "We can force the door open, but that would cause the one doing the…dirty work…to commit suicide. I did not want to make this decision without your consent, Sir."
Thaddeus stared at the solid metal door as he tried to not wince at the pathetic whining sounds emanating from the cell before him. Knowing what he did about Polly's powers, he didn't doubt in the least that the agent was at least telling them the truth. But it sounded like they would only possibly loose one prisoner, but not the one that she considered a true enemy. Only someone who had done her some great wrong would have been left in such a situation.
They still needed to know more before he ordered the door open.
"I want that agent questioned so that we know exactly what is going on in that room. Have that agent separate himself from that letter opener. Then, when the door is opened, have a man standing by with a tranquilizer gun to take the agent out before he can hopefully do himself any other type of harm. If we are successful, we'll just have to keep him locked up somewhere without any way for him to follow through with the command he has been given."
"Yes, Sir," Lethco agreed with a nod to his head.
"Call me when you are ready to open the door. I want to be here for this. I'm going to find out what else this base is hiding."