"I don't care how you do it, just make sure it's humiliating and you catch it on tape. We want the whole world to know that even Captain America cannot escape us."
"Yes, Baron. I don't see that as an issue. I think our asset is even, well, looking forward to it. SPUTNIK has done something to him…." The agent ran his hand through his hair and threw his hand up with a sigh. "If I said I disliked it, I'd be lying. But he's lusting for blood - he's not the silent, deadly tool we knew. He's aggressive. He almost took out one of my men as they passed, and when I asked him why, he said for fun. The former soldier would never have gone that far."
"Rumlow, tell me, when it comes down to it, is the sniper much different from the man who uses a rack? They both achieve what they set out to accomplish - death. As long as our soldier can still give us that, I could care less how he does it. Just get it done."
"But...he's going mad, Zemo. We're barely keeping him under control." Brock readjusted his earpiece and continued. "This could very well be his last mission."
"Well then make it count."